Actions

Work Header

The Anarchist: An in depth psychological profile Of Julianne Richards

Chapter 5

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

   The night she saw Edward Blake again was strange, though, that’s a tale for a different time. She had left the comfort of Dr. Stephens’ home for the night, and like anyone who was trying their best to stay out of prison, she went out in her costume. The moon shone brightly overhead, painting the rooftops in a ghostly blue hue. She would claim that she was just going out to get some fresh air, but the contents of her bag would tell others otherwise.

  Explosives.

  She was going to draw someone out, whether it be Blake or someone else. She was bored again and she longed for someone to interact with her. This, in her mind, was the only way.

  I’ll admit, getting people to do these interviews, especially those who were close to her. A lot of her old friends refused to see her like this, and others aren’t even here to tell their side of the story: how they felt about the incidents.

  Of course, most interviews from Jessie Thompson came from public records; old TV interviews for housewives and the like. Ms. Thompson had, sadly, been affected by the incident in New York ten years back, and she now resides in Fitzgerald Mental Home in Maine.

 

______________________________



  Julianne looked over the rooftops with a calm, blank expression. She had people call for help while she tied them up and all that just so she could yell. She was bored and pissed, and there was only one person on her mind.

  He took advantage of her and her naïve nature.

  He chose not to help her friends who were clearly in need.

  She was simultaneously angry and impatient. Her thumb traced along the circular surface of the trigger; she was just itching to push the damn button.

  They took her home.

  They took her friends.

  They threw her away because this world wasn’t built for her and she was only trying to survive .

  People were going to pay.

  “Put the detonator down.” A deep, almost regal-sounding voice demanded. He sounded like a movie star, posh and almost british. Julianne straightened up and turned around, still grasping the trigger in her hand. She glared at the man before her.

  He was unfamiliar, only a bit shorter than The Comedian, and he seemed to be wearing a violet leotard with yellow leggings. His hair was just as golden as the band-like crown on his head. She couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at the sight before her.

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  “Drop the detonator, then we’ll talk.” His voice was cold and unfeeling, yet there was an air to him that she found alluring. It was almost the opposite of the domineering tone he took on with her, and she couldn’t help but notice it. However, she couldn’t help but wonder why he ignored the swear word that left her lips. Eddie normally commented on it, in his usual snarky way, of course, but he noticed it. It was almost as if this new guy didn’t care, and she didn’t like that. 

  “Look, I got business to attend to, and I’m not letting someone like you stop it from happening.”

  “Like what? The slaughter of hundreds of innocents? I know how much of a handful he is but – please – he isn’t worth it.” She glared at him.

  “I never said I was gonna detonate it. I just wanted to talk to him. He had something of mine, something I know I can’t get back, and people got hurt because of it. Why don’t you take this up with him?” She replied, trying her best to distract him. In truth, she was nervous. She knew that if she was caught for something like this she’d be doomed. He took a few steps closer, but when she raised her arm he stopped.

  “Then put it down.” She continued to glare at him before making up her mind. She could handle The Comedian, right? What difference would this make? 

  She ran at him and tossed the detonator to the side. He was quick to dodge and go after it, but only she knew how unimportant the device was. She grabbed his arm and pulled him away, managing to pin him to the ground in the process. 

  She couldn’t help but notice the way his blue eyes widened at her actions. There was something different about him and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. While she was indeed nervous, she felt somewhat in control of the situation. As opposed to when she would fight Eddie, who was a wild card on his own. She knew that once he got bored he’d probably shoot her and leave her to die, but with this new guy? 

  Oh, she knew he wouldn’t do that, and now she knew she could have fun with someone else. 

  He threw her across the roof, bringing her out of the initial shock of his reactions. Next thing she knew she was clinging for dear life to the ledge, staring up at her opponent. In her head, she was counting. If he really was different from Eddie, he’d help her in a matter of seconds, and she wanted to see just how long that would take. Not to mention the fact that the bombs would go off if she didn’t get up in time. She needed to get back onto the roof soon, but she wasn’t sure he’d help her without putting her in cuffs. When he inevitably looked over, she knew he wouldn’t just leave her there. 

  He reached down and grabbed her hand, helping her up and onto the roof again. His hand was still wrapped firmly around her wrist, but it felt strangely out of character for him. Sure, he seemed like a righteous douchebag, but something told her that deep down he really wasn’t the domineering presence he wanted everyone to think he was. Just looking at him brought out a side of her she didn’t know she had. 

  As she stood with him, she felt something different to how she ever felt toward Eddie. It wasn’t the same bipolar feeling that shifted from love to hate in the blink of an eye, instead, she felt safe and calm. Deep down, though, she knew that feeling wouldn’t last.

   “I know you probably don’t wanna hear what I have to say about all this-” 

  

  “You’re right, but I think you’ll try to be better.” He interrupted. She tilted her head at this, millions of thoughts rushing through it as she processed what was said. She looked down at the discarded detonator, and sighed.

  

  “The detonator disables the bombs. If you hand it to me, I’ll put a stop to this.” He arched an eyebrow at her comment.

 

   “I-”

 

   “I never wanted to hurt anyone. I just wanted to talk.” She muttered. She felt his grip loosen slightly, but she knew he wouldn’t let her go any time soon. The longer she stood there, the more anxious she became. How long would he keep her there? There was only a matter of minutes left before the bombs went off and he didn’t seem like the type to just let people die like that.

 

   He sighed and handed her the button. She might not have noticed, but his gaze was fixed on her the entire time. He felt anxious as her finger pressed down on the small red button, but when nothing happened he knew she was telling the truth. When her eyes met his again, he suddenly felt drawn to her. He had felt that way since he saw her, but he felt it especially then. 

 

  She felt the same way, but there was no way she’d go back to prison. She took his moment of weakness and ripped her arm away from him. She ran off, jumping off of the roof and to the fire escapes below. She slipped into an open window, just like when she was a mere thief, but she didn’t have time to stop. She had to keep moving. 

 

   The occupants of the apartment were sleeping soundly, unaware of the dangerous intruder making her way through their home. She could hear him on the fire escape, and while she did close the window, she figured he was smarter than to think she just dropped to the streets below and disappeared. She was grateful for her dark colored outfit, though her hair and exposed skin was a problem. 

 

   She slowly opened the door and slipped through into the hallway, closing the door behind her quietly as she continued to crawl away from her pursuer. She wished she had met him under different circumstances, without masks and when she wasn’t angry at the world. He seemed much better than Eddie, he seemed like he actually cared about her and her wellbeing. She could’ve sworn she heard him in the other room.

 

   She made it out of the apartment without being detected so far, and instead of going down in the elevator, she decided to take the stairs back up to the roof. That way she can jump from roof to roof while he looked for her on the streets. She burst through the door and hurried up the stairs, not bothering to look behind her or stop for a moment to catch her breath. This man was after her, and she couldn’t let him catch her. 

 

   Despite how her heart was pounding in her chest, she knew that this was the part she loved. The chase was the best part of committing a crime, or at least, it had become her favorite part in the past few years. It was different when Eddie did it; it was brutal, almost a fight for her life, she could barely outrun him when he caught her in the act. With the new guy, it felt like a sport. He’d chase her to the ends of the Earth; he wouldn’t shoot at her, or threaten to throw her over the building and into the streets to get run over. 

 

   She stopped on the rooftop, looking over at the nearest building and taking a breath. She heard the door open and she knew he was there, but she didn’t look at him. She focused on the rooftops, holding the breath she took. 

 

   Then, she jumped.

Notes:

Omfg it's been over a year I am so sorry for not getting this out there sooner. This one's tough for me to write mainly because I don't want to fuck up characterization or anything like that, so here's chapter five again I'm so sorry!

Series this work belongs to: