Hello, Multiverse. And Gotham, if we can find one, eh?

[gothams_joker]

Y'know, you make the good ol' crossing and yet? You do nothing with me! You sign up for communities, but not with me! Really, why not lead with your best foot forward? Or best hand grenade, as the case may be.

There's even a Luthor around for me to bother! No Bats in the ol' belfry but it's probably only a matter of time until he shows up. Figures. Just when you need some fun he's nowhere to be seen. But when you're in the middle of something he's there six ways from sunday. It's so gauche. Hmm? Oh, her. She doesn't count. None of the little helper-monkeys count, do they.

Heh, this place has fake gods, angry demons, magic users - but not enough of li'l ol' me. Time to introduce a little bit of chaos to the ol' soup. Whaddaya say, for old times' sake?

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Joker... DCAU Joker... I LOVE YOU!!!

[tree_puncher]

Hello...

[Said a 1.7 meter tall block man made of blocks...]

[gothams_joker]

[He blinks a few times]

And here I could've sworn I skipped Mardi Gras this year.

[tree_puncher]

What is Mardi Gras?

[Steve? knows nothing of anything non-Minecraft.]

[gothams_joker]

Where I thought I got the tequila-fuelled dream that's you, Boxy McBoxerson.

That nickname makes me laugh.

[tree_puncher]

My name's Steve? not Boxy McBoxerson... But that is a nice nickname I must admit.

[byebye_mistah_j]

There really needs to be more universes where you're supposed to be dead.

[timeshare_batwoman]

An odd sentiment coming from his hench wench.

[byebye_mistah_j]

I'll ignore the comment since the version of myself from your world likely gave you enough trouble to warrant the comment.

At any rate any position "Hench wench" or otherwise is former. I was the one that killed him.

[timeshare_batwoman]

Not directly; you were long presumed-dead by my time. But you and your puddin's last crime came back to trouble me.

[byebye_mistah_j]

Except I'm guessing that final crime never happened in my world.

[bodilesswarrior]

You - really?

[her shock softens into a genuinely warm smile] Good for you, Harleen. Thank you.

[byebye_mistah_j]

Barbara?

[She looks genuinely surprised.]

You're welcome but considering he was going to beat me to death I wasn't exactly doing it for noble purposes.

[gothams_joker]

Oh, you again. How are you, sweetie?

[byebye_mistah_j]

Still a fair aim with a gun.

[gothams_joker]

[He sighs, theatrically]

You're so dull for a Harley. I mean, honestly, You're just batgirl with a firearm.

Poor form, Harley, poor form.

[inmateincharge]

It's so refreshing to see a familiar face around here for once!

[gothams_joker]

[He stops, looks him up and down, rubbing his own chin, then nods]

You, sir, have just the right sense of style!

[inmateincharge]

Funny - I was going to say the same about you! [He chuckles, amused by the "coincidence".]

[gothams_joker]

Well don't this just beat all.

So, what's different in your universe? Still got a Harley?

[bodilesswarrior]

Shouldn't you be beating up people smaller than you?

[gothams_joker]

Maybe. Got any handy?

[Note enthusiastic look]

[ultimatethrill]

Oh hey! It's you! The big bad! The Clown Prince! I've met movie stars with worse PR then you.

By the by? The Harley at my game misses you. She wouldn't forgive me if I didn't say something.

I have a fighter ace she might love :P

[gothams_joker]

[He grins]

Well, they do make some atrocious films. And shucks, ain't that nice of her, remembering her dear ol' Mister J.

[He points a finger at Roxy]

You I don't know. But I'm taking the hint that you're a Gothamite. You have, shall we say, the flair.

Ooo, a displaced WW2 vet perhaps?

[ultimatethrill]

Buddy, the way she babbles I think it would take a lobotomy to make her forget you.

[Salute]

Roxy Rocket, Stunt woman, criminal, thrill seeker. I've mixed it up with our local shadow of justice a couple times~

Well aren't *you* clairvoyant :P

[gothams_joker]

Well, y'know what they say, sometimes there's nothing for it but to put a hole in someone's head.

[He chuckles, holding a hand up to his head in the shape of a gun]

And ain't he just a hoot? Makes one's theatrical lifestyle worth leading, he really does.