Bits of eternity

At least they got coffee here. The steaming cup of coffee in front of Jack offered a little relax as he gulped the hot liquid down. The little waiting room, or ‘lounge’ like it was called now, was empty beside Jack. The chair squeaked as he squirmed on it. Nervosity was getting him and his gaze travelled to the door. After their last mission, Jack had returned home for a little breather. They had been successful in the end but somehow the taste of victory was faint this time. Jack’s brows furrowed as he recalled it. After all the past missions, it seemed they had somehow distanced themselves. And today Jack was not especially helpful to cross the distance between them. Yesterday he got a text from Jonathan. It was short and he said they should meet today at the association. But last night’s sleep had been uneasy and when he finally fell asleep and woke, it was already late.

And therefore he was sitting here, all by himself and the coffee and waited for Jonathan to come out and probably glare at him. Damn, he needed another coffee right now. He rose and walked across the room towards the big fridge-like machine. Rummaging in his pockets, he finally produced a quarter and inserted it. The machine hummed as it started brewing and after Jack put a new cup in it, he leaned against it and waited. His thoughts were straying and they always circled around a pair of light blue eyes. Damn, I need to get myself together.

He went back, the cup in his one hand and sat down. The chair creaked in protest and Jack took a careful sip, not to burn his tounge. A few moments passed and finally the door opened. Jack almost dropped is mug, somewhat startled. Jonathan stepped out, laptop under his arm. His eyes instantly found Jack’s, but he could not read it. Jonathan turned around, shaking hands with their boss. They exchanged some formalities before the door close and they were alone in the room. His heart was beating rapidly. He wanted to say something but he was in a loss of words. Come one you idiot, get yourself together and say you are sorry! He took a breath and took a step towards his partner.

„I am sorry.“, he merely said, looking away. „So, do we got a new mission?“

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Jacks ears still iched from embarrassment as he settled down, this time with clean pants. “I hope nothin got on your laptop. God, that startled me. Clear message though.” He scanned the picture Jonathan showed. Their ‘target’ was a middle aged man, but all in all nothing extraordinary. Yet he had something in common with his friends at his side, which were now vanished.

"Yeah, I think we should check him asap. It’s not actually a good sign that he is the last of his entourage." Jack took a little notebook and copied the adress. “First him then the rest." Somehow thrilled, Jack finished and made a mental note to get a copy of that evp for himself. After all this was somehow a ghost hunt.

With that, Jack let Jonathan work and withdrew to his bed. He was tired and somehow he did not sleep well the past nights. But luckily that night sleep came fast and JAck fell asleep with soft snoring.

***

Jack’s rather long coat swished as he adjusted it, making sure that none of his hunter utensils was showing. How else should he explain why he carried knifes alongside vials of holy water? “Alright! I am so ready!”, Jack said ethusiastically. He looked at Jonathan and ignored the slight coffee stain on the ground.

Isn’t that coat a bit excessive? For the tenth time Jonathan held back his tongue before he could have started a fight with his partner. “Nice coat,” he still had to make a comment though, adjusting his collars as he lowered his head in pretense of casualty.

Jack’s blind enthusiasm stung Jonathan slightly but then he tried not to address that, even though it was simply that annoying and provoking. “How would you approach the man?” He asked, as if that was a pretest for the actual deal.

The house was not far away and they did not need to drive. Taken a slow walk, soon the right number was before them and their target waiting to be discovered. “Do you hear that?” Jonathan mumbled, squinting and watching through the gap of the curtains into the house, “I think our target is preparing for a trip away. Desparately.”

He gave Jack a nod and then they stormed up to the front porch and knocked on the door.

Walking towards their destination, JAck enjoyed the walk, especially after driving quite a lot the last days. And even though streets there resembled each other quite a lot. “Thanks.”, Jack replied somewhat reserved. Not sure if if Jonathan actually complimented him or if this was another of his sarcastic comments. ” I like this one. You could even fall from a driving motorcycle without leaving your skin all across the road.

Somewhere a dog barked and they continued in silence. Hands in his pockets, Jack played a bit with some retractable knifes as Jonathan spoke up and Jack started to grin widely. He swung his blondish hair dramatically before grinning at JOnathan again. “Well, I’d use my irresistable charms for that guy.” JAck chuckled as Jonathan sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. 

More or less together, they stepped through the suspects little garden door, which swung back creeking in protest. Jonathan got in front of Jack and peeked through the frontside window. He told Jack that obviously their target was about to leave. Jack positioned himself at the front door and waited for Joathan’s sign, which came in form of a curt nod. Extending his arm, Jack knocked and stepped back.

In tense silence they waited for any response, but the door remained closed. Jack looked at his partner, and knocked again. And just as Jack was about to step back, the door swung open and he looked right at a gun pointed between his eyes.

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Bat in the Bellfrey|| Batman and Joker

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The clown had been bored. Very much bored and whenever that state arrive it mostly ended in bloodshed of his or other people. And Joker had decided for the latter. It had been somewhat refreshing. Quite simple murders, which still held the joy of the clown when he was bathing in his victims frantic laughter just before they died. And it had something new as well. Completely without knives this time, though Joker had already made a mental note to include them next time. But now, as he was looking down on his loyal and ruthless thugs, he smiled pleased. 

In a town like gotham, it had been not hard to get on a formula for this kind of gas. Especially with men like Crane in the ranks of Gotham’s villains. And now his men were packing away the rest of the bottles. Joker already turned away to leave. His men had their orders and meanwhile the madman’s thoughts were already whirling on how he could use his new toy for maximum satisfication.

The Dark Knight heard the noise of boxes being moved and the grunts of workmen. No, not workmen, henchmen. He switched his cowl’s settings to infrared and picked up the heat signatures of several goons. They were packing away something, and Batman could only guess that it was what he was looking for. Just in case the formula was released in a gaseous form, he put his gas breather on. All the henchmen would hear is the flicker of cloth before the large bat-form would come straight at them. His first priority was to take out the henchmen, second was to get a sample from the bottles. 

Batman sent the first goon he hit flying and as soon as he landed he tossed two batarangs at the two coming at him from the left. Grabbing one that was on his right, he fired his grapple into the rafters and took the Henchman right into the shadows. Then he came from a completely different place than he had gone into! He flanked two more of the henchmen and took them down by promptly landing on them. Walking off of the downed men, he walked toward the last man, who tried to attack him with a crowbar. He ducked and sent an uppercut right into the jaw of the henchman. Walking over to one of the bottles, he pulled out an eyedropper from his utility belt. 

The clown was already entering a flight of stairs, when he heard it. Very faint, but then distinct. “Ahh bats, bats…”, he murmured, a smile streching his scarred lips. It was almost a pity, that he just didn’t have the time to enjoy the fight. His purple coat was swishing as he went down the stairs. He groaned as he heard heavy breathing and rapid footsteps approaching him from behind. “Boss, boss! The bat’s here!”. “Really?”, Joker sighed. His henchmen were good for brawls but just as dense. “Half a million for the one who kills the bat.”

Almost instantly their panicked breathing turned into suprised gasps and Joker could almost feel their gazes lighten up. “Go!”, he hissed and the thugs, now more eager, dashed away. Let the bat have some more fun, he thought. Quickening his pace, Joker descended and opened a rusty backdoor. Around the corner, a car was waiting. Joker smiled again. “I wonder when you realize that you just found half of my toys, hmmm..”. Car doors close and then the car sped away, heading towards another hideout filled with other chemicals.

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Bat in the Bellfrey|| Open Starter

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High above the rooftops of one of Gotham’s suburban areas, a dark figure moved swiftly through the air. While still considered an urban legend, the Batman swung through the city on a lead he’d picked up. There had been several murders, all done the same way; mouths had been stretched to an unbelievable limit into large smiles. They had died from asphyxiation The teeth of the victims were yellowed and there were burns on the upper gums from some sort of inhaler. Yet there had been no inhaler found on their person. Batman had taken some scrapings from the teeth to analyze back to his cave. It had all the signs of a normal Joker killing, but the results were completely different. The scrapings yielded an interesting result: sugar and other elements that had been enhanced in such a way that they yellowed the teeth extremely fast. The mixture together had only been manufactured by one company and so the Batman had headed in that direction.

Once arriving at his destination he silently slipped into the building using a rooftop window. There he saw large vats of the concoction and a bottling section. Slowly he moved in, searching to see if his quarry would show up.

The clown had been bored. Very much bored and whenever that state arrive it mostly ended in bloodshed of his or other people. And Joker had decided for the latter. It had been somewhat refreshing. Quite simple murders, which still held the joy of the clown when he was bathing in his victims frantic laughter just before they died. And it had something new as well. Completely without knives this time, though Joker had already made a mental note to include them next time. But now, as he was looking down on his loyal and ruthless thugs, he smiled pleased. 

In a town like gotham, it had been not hard to get on a formula for this kind of gas. Especially with men like Crane in the ranks of Gotham’s villains. And now his men were packing away the rest of the bottles. Joker already turned away to leave. His men had their orders and meanwhile the madman’s thoughts were already whirling on how he could use his new toy for maximum satisfication.

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Im-your-demon entered the madhouse

"Hmm, and who might you be?", the clown wondered

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Hmm always these new faces. Looks like plenty o’ fun for me hehe

"Plenty of fun? In this place?" She grimaced and looked around. She despised places like hospitals or asylums.

"Just a thing of imagination. Imagine some balloons, confetti or corpses lying around. That helps!". The clown chuckled, amused of himself.

Crys narrowed her eyes. “That’s sick.” She was stating the obvious.

The clown’s scarred smile dropped. “Sick?”, he hissed annoyed. “Sweetie, I have seen doctors aroud here more sick, than I am.”. He glared at the girl for some more seconds before he chuckled again. “Hehe, sick doctors. Good one.”

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Hmm always these new faces. Looks like plenty o’ fun for me hehe

"Plenty of fun? In this place?" She grimaced and looked around. She despised places like hospitals or asylums.

"Just a thing of imagination. Imagine some balloons, confetti or corpses lying around. That helps!". The clown chuckled, amused of himself.

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Hmm always these new faces. Looks like plenty o’ fun for me hehe

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"They are linked. No way that the victims are taken randomly." Jack sipped his steaming coffe and almost burned his tounge. “We should check that as soon as possible. Do we have an adress of that guy? Who opened that threat in the forum?" If they had luck, they could get valuable info from that guy. They just had to think of some pretense for the guy as well as for the school.

Taking another sip of the strong coffee Jack almost didn’t hear the weird cackling. “The fuck?!”, Jack exclaimed as Jonathan was quick to tape the laughter and adjust it on the mixer. He eliminated the white noise as best as possible. It was no doubt some laughter at first. Jack was about to listen even harder as suddenly the audio seemed to explode.

You betrayed me!


The disembodied voice seemed so clear and furious now. Startled by the loud exclamation, Jack spilled his coffee over his pants, howling in furious pain. “Ah shit!”, he hissed and rose from the bed to not get dirty. He sprinted to the bathroom and quickly pulled his pants down. His upper legs were slightly burned where the coffee had been spilled. 

But now he realized that he had no pants in the small bathroom which meant he had to get some from his suitcase, which was aside his bed. “Ah shit.”, he repeated and put the pants in front of his boxers. With red ears from embarrassment, he quickly went into the other room, careful to not look into Jonathan’s eyes, and retrieved a clean pair of trousers and quickly slipped in. 

"I need a drink.", Jonathan said and Jack could not help but smile and agree. He sure wanted one before the action would start.

"If you give me one night," Jonathan mumbled, pausing as he saved the forum page to his browser and checked for an IP address, breaking his stream of thought and leaving his sentence hanging there with an suggestive hook, “I can give you the exact address. And background information." He shrugged, the sly smirk still on his lips as he thought about the little joke he just slipped in there.

Jonathan shuddered at the exploding voice from his laptop but still he remained collected and calm; his partner, not so much. He heard Jack swearing under his breath and so he turned around to peek, seeing that he spillt his drink and hurried to the bathroom. He blinked, his mind temporarily drifting from the case towards the thought of what Jack would do about his pants. “Well that’s obvious enough,” he spoke softly, trying not to turn around anymore no matter how unnatural that might be.

Jonathan played the clip again and again, listening to the mournful scream which somehow hinted on a cry for vengeance. He ran the IP address through his spyware, making sure that it would not be traced back, and waited for a result. Hearing ruffling sounds from behind, he forgot his no-peeking code and turned his head, catching a glimpse of Jack’s boxers… Well, not a pattern he would have expected.

"You have luck," he spoke, facing his screen again, “Here is his address. I think we might want to visit this person first, just in case he would be the next victim." Jonathan showed a picture with five people in it, the three on the left being their missing subjects and the forth the said forum poster.

Jacks ears still iched from embarrassment as he settled down, this time with clean pants. “I hope nothin got on your laptop. God, that startled me. Clear message though.” He scanned the picture Jonathan showed. Their ‘target’ was a middle aged man, but all in all nothing extraordinary. Yet he had something in common with his friends at his side, which were now vanished.

"Yeah, I think we should check him asap. It’s not actually a good sign that he is the last of his entourage." Jack took a little notebook and copied the adress. "First him then the rest." Somehow thrilled, Jack finished and made a mental note to get a copy of that evp for himself. After all this was somehow a ghost hunt.

With that, Jack let Jonathan work and withdrew to his bed. He was tired and somehow he did not sleep well the past nights. But luckily that night sleep came fast and JAck fell asleep with soft snoring.

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Jack’s rather long coat swished as he adjusted it, making sure that none of his hunter utensils was showing. How else should he explain why he carried knifes alongside vials of holy water? “Alright! I am so ready!”, Jack said ethusiastically. He looked at Jonathan and ignored the slight coffee stain on the ground.

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Jack yawned again as he watched his partner. He was tired but was not in the mood for a nap yet. “I’ll go for a coffee.”, he said and searched their room for a coffee machine. This room was rather small and didn’t provide anything beside a ancient tv, whose remote was attached through a red rope with it. I bet you still have to pay for the porn here. He chuckled to himself and left the room.

The halls were quiet and Jack only spotted a housekeeping woman pushing her massive cart through the hallway. Jack grinned at her and pressed himself against the wall to let her pass which she acknowledged with a nod. Jack proceeded and went down the stairs into the lobby where some people were sitting in cosy chairs and sipped hot, steamy and delicious coffee. “Jackpot.”, he murmured to himself and spotted a coffee dispenser.

The coffee was still steaming hot, and while Jack plunged some sugarcubes inside he overheard a conversation between two men. “And I say, this haunting thing is bullshit. They were somehow abducted or robbed.” The second one was cocking one eyebrow. “But how on earth does one vanish like that. And all their stuff was still inside the cars.” “I still can’t belive that. Something tells me that there is more behind that all.” With that the conversation went on. Jack took another sip and left the lobby and went back.

The door creaked slightly as Jack entered. Jonathan was still sitting in front of his laptop but now he got a look on a opened word file which was already impressively filled. Jack skimmed through it and noticed some notes on a new person. “Who’s that?”, Jack asked and pointed at that name. BUt Jonathan attention was fixed on a sound file. Jonathan looked at Jack and was about to play the file. “Just a note, it was not supposed to pop up by itself.” he said and pressed play

"I jotted down the reporting times as well as the discovery of their vehicles on a timeline," Jonathan explained while the audio was playing and there were merely the faint rustling white noises, “And this person was the only one to set up a discussion topic online. Guess what, he might come from the same high school as the victims." Jonathan’s finger hovered over the initials in the user name, just as the cracking sound started to heighten up in the audio.

Jonathan squinted and listened more closely, fiddling with the controls of the mixer he tried to isolate the specific wavelength and clear the distracting static noises. “Does it sound like some weird cackling to you? Mocking perhaps?” He asked under his breath, holding it for so long as the audio kept playing. Or perhaps it might be some ghostly message? The thought was absurd, but being a hunter the absurdities are the norm.

You betrayed me!

The voice was suddenly clear and even sharp to the ear, it hurt both their ears and involuntarily they flinched back at the same time. Quickly Jonathan selected the duration and saved it as a new file, then leaving his seat he stretched a bit. “I need to get a drink.”

"They are linked. No way that the victims are taken randomly." Jack sipped his steaming coffe and almost burned his tounge. “We should check that as soon as possible. Do we have an adress of that guy? Who opened that threat in the forum?" If they had luck, they could get valuable info from that guy. They just had to think of some pretense for the guy as well as for the school.

Taking another sip of the strong coffee Jack almost didn’t hear the weird cackling. “The fuck?!”, Jack exclaimed as Jonathan was quick to tape the laughter and adjust it on the mixer. He eliminated the white noise as best as possible. It was no doubt some laughter at first. Jack was about to listen even harder as suddenly the audio seemed to explode.

You betrayed me!


The disembodied voice seemed so clear and furious now. Startled by the loud exclamation, Jack spilled his coffee over his pants, howling in furious pain. “Ah shit!”, he hissed and rose from the bed to not get dirty. He sprinted to the bathroom and quickly pulled his pants down. His upper legs were slightly burned where the coffee had been spilled. 

But now he realized that he had no pants in the small bathroom which meant he had to get some from his suitcase, which was aside his bed. “Ah shit.”, he repeated and put the pants in front of his boxers. With red ears from embarrassment, he quickly went into the other room, careful to not look into Jonathan’s eyes, and retrieved a clean pair of trousers and quickly slipped in. 

"I need a drink.", Jonathan said and Jack could not help but smile and agree. He sure wanted one before the action would start.

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