What Is Your Proudest Moment?

What is your proudest moment?

Character development asks

"For myself? When I finally walked away from an abusive marriage. At the time, it felt like anything other than something I should be proud of, but now, looking back it's the best thing I could have done for myself. It was the right decision and I'm glad I took it."

"For others? It has to be watching the children Bruce has brought into the family grow into themselves. They're all so wonderful. It's a pleasure to get to be a small part of their lives.

I also have a stranger things RP blog too @just-hopper

No need to follow, just letting you know where I am most of the time! Poor Leslie gets neglected a lot at the moment.

Just a quick message to new mutuals/followers to say hey. I might not be the most active on this rp blog, but you can also find me in a couple of other places too.

Grace Williams a DC original character. @grace-of-gotham

Joker heavily based on arkham games but also a mix of other sources. @the-last-laugh

Hello!

If you have been followed by this blog it will be for at least one of the following muses!

@grace-of-gotham - Grace Williams [DC] (OC)

@the-last-laugh - Joker [DC]

@docthompkins - Leslie Thompkins [DC]

@the-demons-son -Damian Wayne [DC]

@broose-wayne - Bruce Wayne [DC]

@just-hopper - Jim Hopper [Stranger Things]

Take a look at my rules/guidelines page please! You can find my thread tracker for all muses here! If you'd like to chat ooc, feel free to ask for my discord.

//Hi everyone!

Making some changes around here! Im going to be moving Leslie's blog to @docthompkins [currently under construction]

This is because I'll be turning this blog into more of a hub for my muses. Leslie is a really inactive muse for me, but I'm itching to pick up a couple of new ones. This does not mean I'm dropping any threads. I'm hoping that moving her to a sideblog actually increases my muse for her.

There will be some url changes here and moving some things around. I dont expect this blog will be flooding your dash with non leslie content. Just the odd promo here and there and a bit of throwaway rp. If you're still interested in following Leslie please meet me over there!

My most active muses are @grace-of-gotham and @the-last-laugh but ill keep you posted on updates as they come along!

Thanks for being awesome and making my experience in the rp community a great one!

~ Rex

Leslie gasped, a hand coming up to cover her mouth as she shuddered in her shock. The tears sprung up instantly. Grief, pain and love pounding in her ears.

Her voice trembled, the emotion thick in every syllable. "Oh. Jason. You're alive." She reached out for him, moving forward, closing the distance to cradle his face in her hands, really looking at him. Taking it all in.

She had no children of her own, but the vigilante children Bruce brought to her broke through all of the usual boundaries she would set with clients. And Jason, everything that boy had been through, everything he had hoped to be; his death was the worst pain she had ever felt. She felt his absence everywhere.

Leslie had questions, a hundred of them, but stroking her thumb over a faint scar on his cheek she uttered something else entirely.

"It is so good to see you."

She hadn't changed much.

Jason had already noted that during his weeks of surveilling her, but this was the first time he saw her up close again. A few more lines. A few added grey hairs here and there. But still pristine, put together.

And even now, with her evening routine disrupted, still kind and open.

''I don't,'' Jason muttered, raising to his feet without taking his eyes off her. ''But I was hoping you'd find the time to squeeze me in, doc.''

With no more preamble, Leslie tugged him down towards her, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. "Come here. Oh my..." He was so tall now. Worlds away from the slight and scrawny fourteen year old she had first met. "Missed you is an understatement."

Holding him, her fingers smoothing down the crown of his hair, rational thought resurface despite the quiet sob that slipped out. It just shouldn't be possible. She had squeezed as much detail from Bruce as she could about what had happened in Ethiopia, gone to the boy's funeral, examined the coroner's report herself, visited his grave...

If he was alive - and he was alive - did Bruce know?

What had happened to him?

She tightened her hold on him for a moment, half afraid he'd disappear again as she attempted to pull herself back together, sniffing. "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

She hadn't changed much.

Jason had already noted that during his weeks of surveilling her, but this was the first time he saw her up close again. A few more lines. A few added grey hairs here and there. But still pristine, put together.

And even now, with her evening routine disrupted, still kind and open.

''I don't,'' Jason muttered, raising to his feet without taking his eyes off her. ''But I was hoping you'd find the time to squeeze me in, doc.''