#brucewayneofgotham

[pennyworthofwayneestate-blog]

Your breakfast; tomato-spinach quiche, lightly candied bacon, and a bright fruit mix. The beverages are coffee with thick white chocolate whipped cream and mint-rosemary cranberry juice.

Again, Happy Christmas to you all.

[hewholaughs-blog]

All Hell Breaks Loose

'Start small' in Joker's mind meant not holding all of Gotham hostage. So they were starting small... After all, a few big names with lots of money to back them up made for excellent publicity and Joker did so love the spotlight.

"Hello, Gotham!" He cries out as he kicks open the door to someone-or-another's fancy celebration party for... something. Maybe it was a charity gala or something; he hadn't paid that much attention to the invitation beyond the address. "Did you miss me?"

All eyes in the room turn towards him in a single unanimous moment. The grin plastered across his face widens to proportions unreasonable for anyone else, and he bows with a large, exaggerated gesture.

"Because I really missed you. I even brought some of my new friends to come and play with us! Oh, you'll just love them; but where are my manners? Let me introduce you."

He turns around in a wide sweep that makes his suit jacket flair out and reveal a dangerous set of explosives and strange, clear plastic bouncy balls filled with a green gaseous substance.

"Coming in on the right we have a man known for his explosive javelins and devilishly handsome mask; here we have a man with a penchant for sports themed weaponry and crimes... ladies and gentlemen, please give a round of applause to Sportsmaster!"

He pauses in wait for Sportsmaster to make his grand introduction. As soon as he's done, Joker waves his arms to hush the panicked murmurs and near-hysteric screams that are starting to build up.

"And coming in on the left," he continues on with an equally wide gesture, "we have a newcomer to Gotham! He's not really that cold of a guy but he'll give you a run for your money anyway! One seriously cool villain, please give it up for Icicle Jr.!"

He leans forward and stage whispers loudly-- "Why is it so hard to introduce you? Ice puns should be easy! Hurry up and make the save, kid!-- Oh wait, that's Sportsmaster's job, isn't it?"

He breaks out into a mad cackle of laughter and turns to face the frenzied crowd who are scrambling at doors to escape. "Ah-ah. You don't want to go outside, trust me. It's really nasty out there."