canon is the arkham games | counting down the days, kiddies.

[prettyfunny]

Ladies and gentleman, boils and germs, look who's finally decided to grace us with her presence!

Oh, don't go feeling sorry for yourself, kiddo. Nobody's missed you like your dear Uncle Joker! Remember all the fun we used to have together? Blowing up hospitals, kidnapping baby birdies, and really stickin' it to our dear old Batbrain. Ah. Memories.

So, how's about it, huh? Let's get the band back together!

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[halftheman]

Your concern for my dashing good looks is noted, freak. But in two weeks, we all know what happens: a prequel game to keep the fans busy while they finish up the game you're currently dead in.

[ Harvey you got your ass kicked by Catwoman; you may have survived by you have nothing to brag about. ]

[prettyfunny]

And here I thought green was only widdle Eddie's color! [ Joker clasps his hands, putting them to his cheek. ] Not feeling a little down in the dumps because our fifteen minutes are all over, are we? You know you're still our forever gal, Twofer baby.

[halftheman]

[ The grinding of Harvey's molars is audible-- and on one side, visible. ]

We'll outlast you. We always do.

[prettyfunny]

[ The knuckles of his gloves meet the underside of his own chin. He flutters his eyelashes and lets out a rather girlish squeal. ] Oooh! Harvey!

[ Just like that, his voice takes a plunge in octave. He leans in, grin on his face practically curling round his ears. ] I love it when you talk dirty.

[halftheman]

[ He reacts to the invasion of his space instantly-- both hands up to seek a narrow chest, to push roughly, growling back. ]

Get off of us, you freak! [ He sneers, disgusted. ] Harley not turning your crank hard enough to pop your Jack in the Box? Go find someone else to play with.

[ His disgust is palpable; Harvey Dent's a married man. He doesn't have time for lascivious jesters. ]

[prettyfunny]

[ As he's pushed backwards, his head falls onto his shoulders and he lets out a howl of laughter to the ceiling. ] Ya know, kid? You're all right!

[ He adjusts the front of his suit; he's nothing if not one for appearances. ] Completely off your nut, suuure. But hey, good help's hard to find these days. Haha!

[halftheman]

[ Harvey adjusts his suit in turn, hands smoothing down the mismatched lapels. ]

You're disgusting.

[ No witty banter. Wrong rogue for that. ]

[prettyfunny]

[ Come now, Harv, doesn't mean he can't have his fun! ]

Uh-oh, now which one of you boys woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?

[halftheman]

Both of us; just for different reasons. [ Harvey touches his cuffs, straightens his sleeves. The momentary disgust has passed, as if the clown had never touched him. ] You're awfully chipper over this new chapter of your life...

You really think that it means anything?

[prettyfunny]

[ The Joker sprawls out on a tall armchair. It's breaking in parts and several bullet holes stand out against the garish shade of purple. His hands settle at the back of his head, his long legs sidle over the sagging arm. He kicks his feet this way, that way. His smile is thoughtful. ]

Why, Harvey! Of course it does. [ His laugh is more like a whoop as all his limbs jut out quickly in other directions. ] What could be more important than ample screen-time featuring yours truly!? Mudda always said I had a face that could be in the pictures!

Or was it crime scene pictures? [ He folds his legs, looking awfully contemplative about this. ] Ah, who cares? Look at me!

[halftheman]

I'm looking, I'm looking... God knows it's like a trainwreck. You can't tear your eyes away, no matter how much you want to.

[ Harvey is all wound tight, no smiles or laughs. His solemnity only interrupted by rage, he remains unmoved by the clown's antics. ]