Guys and Ragdolls (for [personal profile] raggedy_doll)

Jun. 4th, 2013 11:36 am
hypnotic_patter: (Presentation)
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Bass, Alto, and Soprano had known about Billy's new consort shortly after Billy did. Of course he'd left out some of the details of how it had happened (the drunken half-remembered sex, for instance) but the general gist was that he had a Romantic Partner and everyone should recognize how awesome he was for having one.

Alto found Music Meister's enthusiasm adorable, like an eager teenager trying to work references to having a <3~boyfriend~<3 into every single conversation. Her boss had always seemed like a fairly sweet guy and she had extended fantasies of candlelight interludes, riverside serenades, and expensive gifts stolen from the most elite of galleries.

Soprano, who'd had a rotating string of bad boy affairs that almost inevitably ended in disaster, was a little more cynical about the subject. Music Meister had a tendency to bring drama into everything, no pun intended, and the person he waxed eloquent about this week might be the unholy spawn of the Devil as soon as they found something to argue about.

Bass had little opinion on Ragdoll, but he rarely had opinions on things that didn't involve money, imminent danger, or edible products. A happy boss meant less fuss and tantrums so he supposed he was for it.

And their happy boss had been quite daring tonight. Between hectic missions, Arkham visits, and troublesome New England geography Billy and Peter hadn't seen each other in person since the cultist incident. Worryingly explicit (or even more worryingly vague) text messages were no match for a proper romantic get-together. With Ragdoll arriving in town that evening Billy needed to get boyfriend funds together quickly, so he'd neglected the usual ploy of stealing a large shiny object in favor of going after actual cash--in this case, a craps game run by one of the more affluent Gotham gangs. Such games dealt in untraceable cash and goods, and tended to be more on guard against cops than a rousing rendition of "Luck Be a Lady". They'd be upset later, Billy imagined, but what could they possibly do to him? They were mere mobsters and he an archcriminal. At least he'd be spending the money on healthier things than drugs and prostitutes.

The Tempest wasn't originally designed to hold company for more than the length of a show, but Billy had made appropriate accommodations. A few seats had been removed from the balcony to make room for an antique table, as well as an easy chair from which to watch films on the theater's retractable projector screen. Bass, in pinstripes-sans-jacket, was setting the table with fancy silverware and candlesticks. They'd been drafted into wait staff duty for the 'afterparty', as well as making the preparations while the boss was out buying appropriate romance supplies.

Alto was lounging in her flapper girl costume, playing with the long string of beads. A glittering headband with a peacock feather stood out in her blonde hair. Soprano, with her boy cut and less flamboyant style, wore a Coco-Chanel styled women's suit whose kitten heels she'd swapped for sturdy leather boots. Her bell-shaped hat was hanging off the armrest of one of the chairs.

"So what's he like?"


"I mean, as a person."

"Freaky. He's got these scars all over him and the way he moves is just...freaky. It's like watching a spider with half the legs."

"That doesn't mean he's a bad guy." Alto re-crossed her legs, stockinged feet propped up on the balcony railing. "Meister's plenty weird too. And there's Mr. Nygma, he treats his girls real well and he's all kinds of crazy."

"Look, I only met the guy once and we were both kinda busy. I got no idea what he does in his personal time."

"Besides the boss, hee hee."

"You are such a goddamn twelve-year-old."

"Come on, it's cute that Meister's got a guy. He even went and rescued the boss from those jerks who kidnapped him and that's totally adorable. I bet he's got that same romantic spark Meister does."

"You know Ragdoll's on a mercenary assassin team, right? He's probably wanted for murder in ten states."

"...still doesn't make it not cute."

Date: 2013-06-07 04:59 pm (UTC)
raggedy_doll: (i'm ever so nice)
From: [personal profile] raggedy_doll
"Oh, I certainly don't have anything against a quick fuck," Ragdoll said, easily disrupting the adorable himself, since Soprano had already 'put it like that' (not that he wouldn't have on his own without any prompting). "Why, I would have let him off with just that, but he was the one who insisted that it must have meant something."

He'd been quite troubled about it, the dear. He smiled in fondly amused remembrance. "Dating was his suggestion, though of course I have no complaints about how that turned out." It was nice to have a steady source of dates! And sex. Both were very nice.

Date: 2013-06-08 02:38 am (UTC)
raggedy_doll: and your blatantly obvious self-delusion (completely sincerely sort of believe you)
From: [personal profile] raggedy_doll
"Dating a mercenary seems to be a mixed bag, I'm afraid," he confided. Well, it was true. Scandal and Knockout and Liana were incredibly happy -- blissful, even -- now, but there had been all that mess with death and hell and torture, Cheshire had sold out and tried to kill Catman and all the rest of them, Deadshot seemed to have had some familial issues before Jeannette, and of course there was how emotionally stuffy most everyone was...

Ah, well. They all muddled through, somehow.

"But he certainly is nice, besides all the grandiose crime." He waved that off as casually as if it were a normal, minor character quirk, as if he'd said something like 'even if he gets snappish occasionally.' "Even the rest of the team thinks he's sweet, and of course, comparatively speaking..." Compared to other criminals, Meister hardly had a mean bone in his body. It was strangely endearing.

Date: 2013-06-08 05:12 am (UTC)
raggedy_doll: (ew‚ look at her shoes‚ parademon)
From: [personal profile] raggedy_doll
"The courts must take into account, at least, that he hasn't killed anyone." Though since he was sent to Arkham alongside people like Killer Croc and the Joker and others who had an incredibly high body count, taking it into account didn't make much of a difference.

He paused for a moment. "Well. No one who matters. And that didn't even count, I say."

Date: 2013-06-08 02:37 pm (UTC)
raggedy_doll: and your blatantly obvious self-delusion (completely sincerely sort of believe you)
From: [personal profile] raggedy_doll
"He was, wasn't he?" Ragdoll smiled, cheered by that. "Even if it was done through brainwashing." Usually the 'trying to steal the boy/girlfriend' scenario didn't include brainwashing. Or the primal, almost sentient force of the first song that formed the universe. And that just made the situation even more special! "I certainly would have done it had I not been encouraged, anyway."

Date: 2013-06-08 03:20 pm (UTC)
raggedy_doll: and your blatantly obvious self-delusion (completely sincerely sort of believe you)
From: [personal profile] raggedy_doll
Were there romance related mental disorders? Well, probably. He didn't ask, though, because Soprano was busy being refreshingly direct, and far be it from him to interrupt that!

"'Tops'?" He didn't seem at all bothered that the question was out in the open, instead some combination of bemused and amused. "Are you really wondering who 'tops'? What do you mean by that? Which one of us is in charge, or which one of us is being penetrated, because I can assure you that those needn't be the same thing."

He certainly didn't seem to have any problem answering these direct questions!

Date: 2013-06-08 03:39 pm (UTC)
raggedy_doll: (Default)
From: [personal profile] raggedy_doll
It was indeed common conversation material -- well, whenever he was allowed it, which wasn't often. But the fact that he not only had no qualms about it, but really didn't see why he ever should, might come through as he straightened up some, twisting his legs around behind him.

"Well, I do tend to take charge, if only because dear William was never entirely certain what he was doing. He was new to, mmm, several aspects shall we say?" Both sex with men, which Billy had apparently researched, and sex with a castrato, which hadn't occurred to him and had apparently never come up over the course of their acquaintance. Ragdoll was just so used to people knowing it already, but this point. "And I do enjoy introducing new things!"

He added, "He does keep up quite well. But if you're really curious about penetration, why, I think your imagination's a tad limited if you think it's an either/or scenario?"

Date: 2013-06-09 01:49 pm (UTC)
raggedy_doll: (i'm ever so nice)
From: [personal profile] raggedy_doll
"Oh, yes, I've always found it incredibly useful." Whether for crime or for sex, it brought just the right touch of exoticism! And of course it allowed him to do things no other human being could do, which was always a source of pride.

"Of course, sometimes toys are required and bring something extra to the experience, but when those aren't available we muddle through."

Date: 2013-06-09 03:06 pm (UTC)
raggedy_doll: was it the butterfly thing? i never know what's going on. (what did i say?)
From: [personal profile] raggedy_doll
Soprano was bowing out before Ragdoll even opened his mouth to answer, and he paused to watch her go, head cocked, before turning back to Alto. He looked quizzical. "And what was that about, I wonder? Was it the conversation?"

Perhaps it was! He had a feeling the Six, two, would display that same aversion to hearing about his and William's exploits, whether they involved tying up or not.

People could be so strange sometimes.

Date: 2013-06-10 12:06 pm (UTC)
raggedy_doll: (well then)
From: [personal profile] raggedy_doll
"Really? I've never had anyone feel jealous of me before." Ragdoll seemed intrigued by the prospect; he'd never considered it before, but he might like it! But he supposed it made sense, as he was quite fond of Billy himself, and if nothing else the man had good taste.

The sounds of things being moved around downstairs was getting louder, and he perked up, distracted from the conversation -- however delightfully carnal it had been getting.

"Something seems to be happening. Do you think William is back?" He got up, leaning over the balcony railing, craning to try and see. Hmm... Seemed they'd have to actually go down to check.

Date: 2013-06-10 01:57 pm (UTC)
raggedy_doll: (Default)
From: [personal profile] raggedy_doll
"Certainly," he agreed. From the sounds, he had a general idea of where they were at; they were simply out of view at the moment.

Instead of heading towards the stairs, he twisted himself over the railing, tumbling down to the floor and landing with a thud and an unbothered roll to his feet. He straightened up somewhat out of his crouch, brushing off his suit jacket again. "Hello, down here!"

Date: 2013-06-10 02:53 pm (UTC)
raggedy_doll: and your blatantly obvious self-delusion (completely sincerely sort of believe you)
From: [personal profile] raggedy_doll
Ragdoll knew how to take a fall, knew how to land and roll, and when it came down to it, if he'd broken a bone or two, he probably wouldn't have cared. Sometimes he considered it practically a pastime.

"My flight got in early," he explained, "and I thought that I would surprise you." He smiled. "You look cross. Did I crash our date unexpectedly?"


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