&quot;Thought I was a Pisces.&quot;

^ WRONG HE IS NOT IT'S CESAR ROMERO THANKS FOR PLAYING

“Yes, fine.” She says, tersely, all business. “Lead the way.” She says, glancing around to make sure the area was clear of all civilians. Things could get messy. Real messy.

Walking towards a small haunted house near the edge of the fair he stopped at the front door. “Stay by my side.” he said as he looked back at her.

#blackcowledbat #theprettiestbird

Joker begins to clap as the two heroes step inside the haunted house. He had picked the perfect place for their little reunion; within the room of a thousand mirrors, the haunted house's most popular feature. "Ya found me! And here I was, thinking I was so good at hide and seek!"

He cackles, throwing his head back and swinging his cane maniacally. "But...did ya really find me?" He smirks devilishly. "I could be here." He steps slightly to the right, his reflection being cast upon several mirrors at once. "Or I could be here, or here, or here, or there! HAHAHAHHAHA!" He doubles over, beside himself with laughter.

"And look! Batsy brought his friend! The beautiful Canary. My dear, it's so lovely to see you. How's the Arrow? Has he drank himself into a coma yet?"

Soon enough the two found themselves in their own ferris wheel car. Dinah takes a seat, peeking out the window at the fair beneath them. She smiles at him sweetly. “This has been a pretty awesome date so far. Thank you..” She looks down at the floor sadly, “It’s…been a while since someone has made me feel special.”

“Well that’s the point.” he said with a smile, looking at the blonde. “You’re my friend, and I want you to be happy.”

“Just a friend? Hm? Do you take all your friends out on dates?” She laughs, scooting closer to him.

“I said a friend, not just a friend.” he said as he looked into her eyes. “You’ve known how I felt about you for ages.”

She smirks at him. “No, but I suppose I do now.” She leans in a bit more, her face lingering inches from his. “You can kiss me if you’d like, you know.”

“I’m sure you knew long before now.” He said, smirking as he pressed his lips to hers.

#blackcowledbat #theprettiestbird

Joker smiled, watching from beneath the Ferris Wheel. "I just love a carnival, don't you?" He said to one of his henchmen, who handed him a detonator. "I also love new toys." He giggled giddily, "3...2...1, Boom!" He yelled, pressing a button on his switch. A few explosions went off in the distance, shaking the large Ferris Wheel in front of him. "I wonder if Batsy can come out to play! Eheheheheheh!"

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littleclownlost

Forgetting Punchlines

The Joker smiles apprehensively, holding out flowers in the palm of his hand. “Hiya, puddin’…” he says, his voice wavering just a bit. He glances her up and down, taking in her matching pink ensemble, carefully admiring the lace on her panties. “You look radiant. May I come in?” He smiles, hopefully. He knew he had been absolutely awful to Harley in the past, and he wondered if she would even consider his apology.

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Her first reaction is to make a break for it, faced with that big, beautiful smile again; her second to fling herself into those murderous arms and tell the world to go fuck itself. She settles instead for an uneasy, third option, opening the door a little wider for him and working the ball of her foot awkwardly into the carpet.

“I don’t see why not,” she replies, ignoring the compliment, uncertain of what to do with it or the flowers. Suddenly a bit embarrassed by the blaring pop song, she scampers to turn it off, grabbing and fiddling with her spoon along the way.

“I thought ya’ were in Arkham…I wasn’t plannin’ on—I mean, I-I was gonna—maybe later—d’ya’ want some cereal or somethin’?” There’s no settling her thoughts; she had been in hiding for months now, even after having of heard of his earlier escapes. In that time, she came to realize she wasn’t hiding from ole’ Beat-‘Em-Bats, Hardest Hitter in the West(…side of Gotham), but from an entirely different aggressor, this one happy not to hide in Batsy’s little shadows.

"I was in Arkham...I broke out, naturally." He kicks the floor a bit, nervously. "No, no cereal. 'puddin...I came t'apologize. Ya know. We didn't really leave things...I'm sorry, puddin', I can't take down the Bat without ya.." He smiles apologetically. "Can ya forgive me?"

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#ooc #munday

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((Mun wants this on a shirt.))

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“Well well well, look what the Lazarus Pit dragged in. Good t’see ya again, kid! Ya look great.” He glances the boy up and down, tapping his chin and smirking. “You know, I used to wear that helmet once. But when I wore it, it was more…classy maître d’, less motorcycle fetish.”

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“Stow it clown. Just looking at you makes my blood boil, and my trigger finger is itching for some action.So unless you want to die, you should pick your words very carefully.” Jason glared at psycho in front of him, clenching his fists to control the rage boiling inside of him. This was the man who killed him, who should be dead, but for some godforsaken reason, Batman let him live.

“Ooh, touchy, touchy.” The Joker chuckles, sticking his hands in his pockets. “I’m just checkin’ up on you. I mean, someone should be looking out for you, I mean, it’s not like Batsy has you on his priority list.” Joker laughs loudly, “didn’t waste ANY time replacin’ you, now did he?”

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Jason pulled out his pistol and shot a round at the ground between the Joker’s feet “Next time, that shot’ll be about 3 feet higher.” He lowered his arm gun still in hand.

The Joker howls with laughter. "Kid, you're adorable, really. I promise." He sits down, making a spot for himself on a nearby dumpster. "So, tell Uncle J, what have you been up to, lately?"

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“I’m not trying to gut you right now. Could that be it?”

“Mm, possibly.” He twirls his cane a bit between his fingers. “Ah!” Joker exclaims, snapping his fingers, “I know what it is! You’re…you’re a lot less…angry. Not scary.”

Victor shrugs. “Strange things happened once I stopped seeing dead people everywhere, Joker.”

“Hm…weird.” Joker looks around. “So, now would be a really bad time to ask you for assistance in unleashing hell upon all of Gotham, now wouldn’t it?”

The scarred man runs a hand through his hair. “Ah, yeah, actually. Falling back into the life might complicate this whole… Thing I have going for me. But, hey, I’m flattered you’d ask me.”

Joker wrinkles his nose a bit. "Zsaszy, am I not good enough for you anymore?" He feigns disappointment, "I'm wounded, really. So, how did they stop the dead people from havin' a party in your subconscious?"

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“I’m not trying to gut you right now. Could that be it?”

“Mm, possibly.” He twirls his cane a bit between his fingers. “Ah!” Joker exclaims, snapping his fingers, “I know what it is! You’re…you’re a lot less…angry. Not scary.”

Victor shrugs. “Strange things happened once I stopped seeing dead people everywhere, Joker.”

"Hm...weird." Joker looks around. "So, now would be a really bad time to ask you for assistance in unleashing hell upon all of Gotham, now wouldn't it?"

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nowthejokeisonyou said: “Fan-tastic!” The Joker sits down, making himself at home. “So, how’s life outside Arkham treatin’ ya?”

Victor doesn’t like this. He hasn’t been Zsasz for a while now. No zombies in his vision anymore. Now this greasepainted loon waltzes in…

“Well enough” he says tersely.

Joker taps his cane on the floor, deep in thought. “Hm, funny, seems a bit like you’re givin’ me the cold shoulder…” The maniacal clown rubs his chin a bit. “Somethin’s different about you, definitely. I can’t place it. Mind helpin’ me out?”

“I’m not trying to gut you right now. Could that be it?”