Hellooooooo

[gothams_joker]

"Y'know, it's been a while."

He holds up an arm to his eyes, sniffing theatrically.

"Locked away with all the other voices, condemned to not cause even a smidgen of mayhem, or a soupcon of evil!"

The arm shoots down and he straightens, hands behind his back.

"But I forgive you, mundane, I really do. Why, I'm the soul of gentility. Heh heh, for a given definition, anyhoo. Let's strike a deal, you and me. To let me have my little furloughs. Sheesh, getting out of Arkham's easier than your brain, bucky-boy."

He steps forward, adjusting his lapels.

"I'll have my sport, you get the privilege of writing it all down, and the whole thing ends with screams and sobs and glorious, glorious fun."

He leans forward, grinning, voice dropping to a dark near-whisper.

"You know you want to see. That horrible fascination. Let me out. Let's see what glories there are to be had."

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[notsomedumbblonde]

[She can't get in here fast enough, rocketing through the headspace like an over-excited hyena puppy, complete with a lot of high-pitched noises.]

PUDDIN-! [And these are Harley's arms locked around your neck, Mister J and these are Harley's lips leaving sticky black kisses on that pale cheek of yours. Were you trying to be all dark and scary because she has definitely arrived to put a sugar-cute kink in that little plan. Or try to. She missed you.]

[gothams_joker]

His entire countenance takes on a glower for a long moment. Like a ring master who has just taken his bow and heard the ripping sound from his trousers.

But then the moment passes and he straightens, grinning. You might need Harley around, after all. Besides, if it isn't your plan all along, make it look like it is.

"Why, pum'kin pie," he says, working to peel her away. "It's been a dog's age!"

[notsomedumbblonde]

"I was worried you wouldn't get out this time." She says, giving him a squeeze. "Mean ol' mun, keeping my puddin' locked up." She pouts dramatically. "But you're out now. What'd'ya wanna do first?" She asks, completely ready to hop in their old convertible and drive off into the sunset.

[clampett_clown]

Tim Curry does the scary clown act better. That's right, I said it! Whatcha gonna do about it?!

[hawkish]

[Never mind the young woman with her face illuminated by the glow of an energy mace.]

It's time for you to stop talking now.

[arkhamscoldest]

Your Mun is clearly as unsound as you are to let you loose, clown. My supposed villainy at least has purpose, grounded in logic and science.

Oh my giddy aunt a Slapstick.

[gothams_joker]

He blinks for a second, then smacks the side of his head with a chuckle.

"Woo, adjust the vertical hold, folks. I guess those new meds were more powerful than I thought, heh heh."

He just grins at what he is, for once, isn't entirely sure isn't a hallucination.

"Y'know, I could paint a black hole on the street and wait, but gotta check sometimes what's real and what ain't around here."

Which is why he draws a gun and opens fire without any other provocation whatsoever.

[gothams_joker]

"Hey," he says, rubbing his chin, "don't I know you?"

He waits a moment, then snaps his fingers.

"That's it! I nearly made your boyfriend into a cadaver, didn't I?"

Ah, the other person who plays Victor, and far better than I ever did.

[gothams_joker]

He laughs, turning to him.

"Logic? Science? Here I thought you were just mad because your wife was a popsicle. Silly me."

[gothams_joker]

"Oh, I always get out, no matter how long it takes."

He saunters towards the car, waving things away.

"Well, I'm on vacation right now, so y'know what? Let's just drive and see what kind of mayhem we can cause. Stretch the ol' havoc-causing muscles. Whaddaya say, Harley Girl?"

Awwww, thanks! To be fair I could never do the Joker justice so point to you. :)

[arkhamscoldest]

If Victor is irritated by Joker's words the armoured man gives little sign, beyond one fist tightening by his side slightly.

"My wife is no concern of yours, Joker. Though her revival is important to me. You merely revel in the meaningless and absurd and worse, you brought a young and promising doctor and made her your 'puddin'. At least Professor Crane, Doctor Isley and I have what you would term method to our madness."

oh my gawwwd stop flirting with my favorite Victor down there.

[notsomedumbblonde]

She produces the keys, silly novelty keychains of brightly colored, widely grinning cartoon characters jingling.

"We've got all night and a full tank of gas, Mister J. I'll drive."

Damn makes me want to bring him back out of mothballs, tho.

[gothams_joker]

And oh does he see that, though he gives no sign of it.

"Really? Gosh, because I do so well when being told what to do by the ol' B-Squad villains."

He smiles, hopping up onto a table and crossing his legs theatrically.

"And Victor, I'm hurt. You've cut me to the quick! Though, y'know..." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "at least Pammers takes care of Harl when I'm otherwise occupied, but Crane? Hah hah, he just likes hurting people and wrapping it up in post-graduate verbage! And as for you..."

The grin turns dark and the voice drops. "You're just another fallen angel of Gotham, Vicky. Crying out in rage and pain because the only thing - the only thing about you that's human is an ice cube. And if she's ever not, why, she might think you're just one of us crazies, won't she?"

You're not the rp boss of m...ok, you might actually be :P

[gothams_joker]

He hopped over the door, right into the passenger seat. His face took on a serious countenance for a moment, a hand shooting forward.

"Engage, Mr.Sulu!"

The other, playfully, drops onto the seat where she'd be momentarily seated. Because he was in that sort of mood.

That would be cool, no pun intended. Keep thinking about musing Scarface myself.

[arkhamscoldest]

Ok, now hints of a snarl appear on Victor's face. Just be glad his Ice Cannon isn't to hand, Joker.

"I am nothing like you, clown. I am no insane buffoon. And my feelings for my Nora are not yours to attempt to psychoanalyse. In any matter, the only thing which gives you purpose is the Batman and his irritant spawns. Without them and your Harley you would be nothing more than the meaningless clown who considers himself this city's superior super criminal."

:P

[notsomedumbblonde]

And of course, because she's distracted wondering if the car is in good working order-- she did her best--, wondering if he's happy to see her, wondering what kind of mayhem they'll get up to, wondering what Red will say when she finds out he's out and they're back together again, she sits down without noticing.

He gets a flustered squeak for his efforts and she offers him a smirk.

"Miss me while you were away?" She asks, arching an eyebrow.

Haha, and good choice!

[gothams_joker]

He laughed out loud, kicking his legs back against his seat with glee, hands gripping the sides.

"Oh I'll do that and more, Freezy-Pop! You're just as crazy as the rest of us, you just think you're the Captain Ahab of the gang. Obsessed but misunderstood. Well, she won't see it that way."

"Me, well, I at least have a little fun. And what's the point doing things small? See, my meaning keeps creating newer, little ones. Yours, well. It's so sad, isn't it? She's either gonna be frozen, dead, or appalled at the monster you've become!"

He shook his head, putting on a sad, somber face. "So no matter what, you lose the only good thing you've ever known." He paused. "No, that's pretty damn funny."

And throws his head back and laughs.

[gothams_joker]

"Well, I was in prison, Harl."

He leans in, whispering in her ear.

"We're gonna have us some fun this time."

[notsomedumbblonde]

"Glad to hear it, Puddin'." She says, and hits the gas. It's gonna be fun this time, he says. That's what he always says. It'll be fun. This time, this time it'll be okay.

Thanks! I like the quirkier Batman villains.

[arkhamscoldest]

The more imposing man's snarl deepens for a moment before his face resumes the relatively passive expression. No, this is what Joker does. Goad and poke. He is better than this clown wants him to be. Cold science is his insanity, not anger or cruel laughter.

"...perhaps I have been obsessed, but it has been for a cause, a purpose. Your goading and jokes are meaningless to me, clown. And Nora will understand when I do revive her. She will see that the actions I have taken and the people who sought to oppose me or make me the man I have become, all were worth it for that warm, beautiful glow to be returned to the world."

And now the ghost of a smirk appears on his face. "And as for you, you'll either lose or kill your Harley sooner or later, and the Batman or some other costumed do-gooder with more enlightened logic will destroy you someday, or else you're destroy yourself. Or you'll kill the Batman. And then, clown, you will have nothing."

[gothams_joker]

He laughs a bit more, throwing a fake salute.

"You keep telling yourself that, Chief."

He looks momentarily nonplussed at the rest, then mimics a talking mouth with his hand.

"Yes, yes, blah blah, without purpose or dead. Well, we all die. Well, except you, you're gonna live in misery forever. Unless someone puts you in a microwave, that is. But I'm gonna go spectacularly."

"As for Batsy, well. I can try to save him for last...but there's always another challenge. Oh they'll never be as fun. But I take a lickin' and keep on tickin'".

[gothams_joker]

{{OOC: I cannot even add to that it is so perfect. Just wanted to verbally appreciate how great you are at Harley}}

[arkhamscoldest]

"When my dear Nora is cured, and sees what sort of creature you are compared to me, she will know that I was always the supposed lesser of two evils, Joker."

See the passive figure knows he got to him, so the cold ghost of a smirk remains. "If living pass you means I will no longer have to tolerate your apparent sense of humour, clown, so much the better. And you can take the Batman with you. To you he is a challenge, a game to be played and driven to your blink of madness. To me he is a distraction to my greater work."

[trashlordofthesith]

To the untrained eye, his stance is stoic. But perhaps the Joker, with his keen eye for human frailty, can pick up that Vader's formidable frame, imposing though it may be, is tense.

It's the voice, you see. So familiar, and yet saying such heinous things. Vader isn't sure how to react.

[bodysings]

I still don't understand why none of the Batfam have killed you yet. I mean come on. Todd at least has to have the balls to off a third-rate like you.