Homeless

[super_sane]

Dear Mun,

These are the things I'm thankful for: genocide, cyanide, pesticide, formaldehyde and pumpkin pie!

[Joker whirled around in a chair, laughing a bit. He's in a good mood.]

Oh, and I guess you, and my fans. Or how about when you read anything I say, either written by you or whoever else, you can't help but hear the abominably adored Luke Skywalker's take on me...or that new guy, you know the one. The one that did the smart thing and copied him.

Ah ah, you're letting me get off track. [A wagging finger of admonishment for the mun.]

I'm also thankful for the people and pests of the world! Without you, I'd have nothing to kill but time. Ha Ha! The Bat, he's another. Maybe Harley, when I feel like it. [Joker gives a bit of a yawn and a stretch.]

So everyone, what are you thankful for~? Throwing knives? Barbed wire, perhaps?

Comments

[revvinguptheharley]

Wow Puddin! That was so beautiful!

[Wipes a tear from her eye]

I'm thankful for YOU of course!

[super_sane]

[Of course!]

You sure know how to make a man feel pretty, Harl.

[revvinguptheharley]

The prettiest puddin!

That sharp chin! Those cheeks! Those lips!

[Leaning in purring]

Those lips~

[super_sane]

[Joker gave a different, seated pose with each exclamation Harley makes--until she leaned in and repeated one of those things. Those lips curve into the sharp smile Harley so loved to see.]

Those eyes~

[He means his of course. But you can think he means yours Harley. If you want.]

[revvinguptheharley]

The kinda eyes a girl could fall into...like falling down a rabbit hole...if the rabbit hole had badgers in it. Happy smiling badgers!

[It's been far too long clearly]

[super_sane]

[Clearly.]

The happiest~

[revvinguptheharley]

[Offers him a slice of pie, making those "Bedroom eyes"]

Some punkin for my Puddin'

[super_sane]

[Takes the slice and makes those "Gonna kill you" eyes. You know, the usual look.]

No whipped cream?

[revvinguptheharley]

[Harley holds a hand up, counting down silently on her fingers. Three. Two. One. There's an explosion from behind Joker and whipped cream flies everywhere. Only Joker's chair protects them as the room is coated in the stuff.]

I may have laid some whipped cream land mines around to make sure no one interrupted us~

[fixthegame]

I'm thankful there's no one half as obnoxious as you in my universe.

[super_sane]

Hee!

Sounds like you live in a pretty boring universe, ah...Toaster Man? Million Dollar Man?

[Joker clapped his hands together and leans forward in his chair.]

Did they make you faster? Stronger~?

[fixthegame]

The mask's the only metal part that I have, but it was a cute guess, Joker.

I'll be fair and let you have two more tries. Too bad you don't remember the time we met.

[super_sane]

Selective memory. Speaking of, I don't really think I've got it in me for two more guesses. Too much turkey.

[Gives his belly a pat.]

[fixthegame]

Well I'm not a guy to just give away answers.

[super_sane]

[Joker paused mid-pat.]

Sounds like someone that I used to know.

[questionslinger]

That the hellhole I'm trapped in is currently Joker free?

Not that you wouldn't fit right in, but... no. Let's take a huge pass on that.

[super_sane]

Eddie! I'm hurt.

Can't you see my tears?

[questionslinger]

No, and I'm smart enough not to get close enough to check.

[super_sane]

Good man Eddie! Good man.

[Joker lets out a chuckle that almost immediately turned into a delighted giggle.]

[questionslinger]

Smart man. There's a difference.

[super_sane]

Oh sure, sure. You'll have to forgive me. Sometimes I compare myself to others, and well...you know how that goes.

[questionslinger]

[ ugh ]

Hopefully.

You won't be going anywhere, right?

[super_sane]

Depends~ My mun loves interactions with the Riddlers and Scarecrows of the world. They're rare, and fun..especially if the mun gets it.

Yours gets it.

[birthfight]

I'll be thankful for the day somebody finally breaks you in two.

[super_sane]

OoOo, the cranky bird~