“You’re still mad, huh?” Arthur!Joker after the fourth or fifth time that Jack has gotten killed during one of Jokers escapades lbr
Being sick of Gotham was becoming a permanent mood. But with an unstable and unpredictable rift opening within the city, it was going to be his base for a fair while until he put together a team he trusted enough to handle it without him. Until then, it was his responsibility. As annoying as it was. Not least of all because of the petty criminal element of the city. And yes, the Joker absolutely classified as simply as a ‘petty criminal’.
“Little bit, yeah.” Teeth bared slightly, Jack snapped back at the question. “Lucky for you, you’re about to make it up to me. I figure you’re two dimensional enough to fit right in.” Knocking the door shut behind him, the haphazard tinkering he’d had to do with his VM paid off and the door handle morphed into a flat, two dimensional rendering. Which wasn’t going to do much for long. “We’re gunna need paint or chalk, glitter pens’ll do in a pinch.”













