What-what-WHAT are you doing?
Who: Lois Lane and The Joker
Where: Just outside the Capes' safe house
When: Forward dated to late thursday evening
Summary: Superman's the only one who'll play Joker's little games anymore, and Joker's worried that the other heroes might be an influence in the wrong direction in that regard. So once a lever shows up, Joker decides it's time she gets a little needed advice from her Sassy Clown Friend. Or...something like that.
Warnings: Mentions of horrible violence, brilliant disguises, Joker as himself.
Now this. This was something actually interesting happening. All these new faces, all these new friends showing up for Joker to meet, now that was an experiment.
And, to top that all off, there was one person he'd really like to talk to, though so far she was proving...difficult to track down.
Joker shook his head, tightening the bandanna around his face. The wind was blowing harder now, it was tough to see more than a few feet in front of him. No reason to stop looking, but it was causing him to stumble every once in a while, and, he chuckled to himself, he might be able to use a bit of a rescue. Maybe a heroic figure in tights would descend from the sky to save him.
Joker leaned on a nearby storefront, pondering that. What was the way to track down a hero? Maybe being a damsel in distress was the way to go about it. He filed that away for later consideration. After all, this time he wasn't tracking a hero right now. Just the next closest thing.
Where: Just outside the Capes' safe house
When: Forward dated to late thursday evening
Summary: Superman's the only one who'll play Joker's little games anymore, and Joker's worried that the other heroes might be an influence in the wrong direction in that regard. So once a lever shows up, Joker decides it's time she gets a little needed advice from her Sassy Clown Friend. Or...something like that.
Warnings: Mentions of horrible violence, brilliant disguises, Joker as himself.
Now this. This was something actually interesting happening. All these new faces, all these new friends showing up for Joker to meet, now that was an experiment.
And, to top that all off, there was one person he'd really like to talk to, though so far she was proving...difficult to track down.
Joker shook his head, tightening the bandanna around his face. The wind was blowing harder now, it was tough to see more than a few feet in front of him. No reason to stop looking, but it was causing him to stumble every once in a while, and, he chuckled to himself, he might be able to use a bit of a rescue. Maybe a heroic figure in tights would descend from the sky to save him.
Joker leaned on a nearby storefront, pondering that. What was the way to track down a hero? Maybe being a damsel in distress was the way to go about it. He filed that away for later consideration. After all, this time he wasn't tracking a hero right now. Just the next closest thing.