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 ( Read more... )
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 ( Read more... )
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"Alright, you could certainly yell, or something, and we'd both be dead. I don't want to die, and I don't particularly want to kill you."
He tugged off the mask, and dropped the hat to the floor.
"So I'm sure that we can both be reasonable, yes?"
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"Call me Miss Reasonable."
She wasn't exactly without means to defend herself, but at this moment in time her best course of action was to see what the hell he had in his deranged mind.
"You look a little rough, miss you day spa appointment?"
Reasonable didn't mean polite, civil or nonsnarky, did it?
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"Ohhh, and here I thought I was a kidder. Well, if you must know, this place does tend to... ah... be a little rough on a person."
He sits down, gesturing to another chair, not too far away that Joker couldn't lunge and get to Lois, but not close enough to be that uncomfortable.
"And that's exactly what I wanted to talk about. That... " He leaned back, cracking his neck back and forth, grinning. "Gentleman of yours. They're getting very rare you know."
He raised his eyebrows.
"Do you know what kind of people you're living with? Would you feel safe in a house with me? How about...if I wore a mask?"
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"I'll remember that."
Lois took the chair, dragged it back a couple feet and took a seat, arms folding over her chest.
"There aren't other men like him. And the others.. I don't know them yet. Some of them seem ok."
She cast a glance back at the door, it still shook with the sand storm. Her gaze turned back to him, they might be here a while.
"I wouldn't feel safe with you in a mask, a straight jacket and a concrete cell. Nothing personal, but you're psychotic."
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"See? Easy. No need for theatrics. We can discuss this like reasonable human beings."
Joker set his hand down on the arm of the chair, still holding the knife loosely, but not threatening with it.
"No offense taken, by the way. I mean, I don't bother to hide what I am. No point.
But...Some of those others..." He sighs.
"I don't feel safe around them. That... Midnighter fellow. Had a week where we had trouble with...inhibitions... and he was killing kids. His special... power, if you can call it that. Little computers in his brain, telling him the best way to kill everybody he looks at." He giggled.
"I mean, even I'm not that dedicated."
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Humor him, she could keep him talking and maybe she'd find a way out of this. In the meantime she could get some more information about this place.
Her eyes went wide at the mention of Midnighter killing children. Wider still at his special ability... How could anyone cope with constantly analyzing and finding the best way to slaughter other people. But that didn't sit with someone that would be involved with Apollo. The man seemed so nice.. but the other had been crude... what if?
"Are you honestly expecting me to believe that those men are cold blooded killers? You? Of all people?"
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Takes one to know one?"
Joker frowns.
"Though, you're right. They certainly do a good job covering it up. I could certainly tell you some of the more gruesome threats leveled at me, I've got those on here." he holds up the 'berry.
"But other than that, it's just a few things. It just- it makes me worry, you know?"
Joker slumps in almost overexaggerated sadness, looking at her plaintively.
"I'm not such a complicated guy, when it comes right down to it. There's little...rules to the game, things that make it fun and satisfying for both sides, and it's like coming here the heroes immediately threw them all to hell! I've seen the way they talk to Superman, trying to convince him they've got it all figured out and that he's a fool for sticking to the old way of thinking. And I'm sure they're not happy you've shown up. Or maybe they are, who knows? Either way, you're not safe. They'll probably... kill you in your sleep, paint a ( ... )
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She'd seen other worlds, seen how people can change, but even Superman had been able to break that darkness and become the good man he's meant to be. But if other places are fundamentally different then they might not follow the same laws of character at all.
"I expected.. something different. Threats, attacks. Seeing you like this is almost worse."
She hated the fact that she felt a creepy sort of sympathy for him. She'd already had run ins with some of the so called heroes here, many did indeed express their disappointment or outright dislike of Superman and his methods. If that was how they looked a t a good man, what were they saying to an admitted psychotic?
"Superman would never let them hurt me." Had it come to that? She was less than 24 hours in and dependent on him? More over, if she wasn't safe in a place full of heroes, where the hell could she go?
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"He sleeps. I know he sleeps, I've been locked in a room with him tied to a chair facing his bed for a week. No offense meant here but I've probably seen the inside of the guy's bedroom more than you have.
Ahhh, but this...Bucky character. And the kid who moves quick, a couple of the people I don't even recognize from Gotham, it...it gets like a cage filled with animals in here. I mean..."
He fiddles with his 'berry for a minute in one hand, holding up one finger for Lois to wait a second.
"I mean look at this, they even take jobs on each other."
He shows her this: http://a-facility.livejournal.com/3890523.html
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Joker smiled, a little lopsided.
"I kill people. I know what I am, and how that puts me in the perspective of the world. But see, it's not people like me that really do the damage.
It's the people who become like me, and don't realize it. It's the people that decide they're going to wipe someone's mind and put back the parts they like, the people who're going to actually destroy somebody in a place where they can't do that by killing them."
Joker reaches up to pat her on the shoulder comfortingly, but backs off, giving her a little apologetic gesture with his non-knife hand.
"And I know how this looks, ok? Big bad Joker's just out to get something, you know, I am, I'll be honest. But it's not what you think. See, I'm not in this to kill people. I mean, sure, it's part of the game, but that's the thing. I just want to go back to how it used to be, you know, me and Batman. He wouldn't kill me because he was ( ... )
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He was being so reasonable, but that was what they always said about the devil right? Silver tongue and all charm. While she couldn't accuse the Joker of being charming she surely was not dead.
"So you'll let me walk out of here, unharmed. Because you want me to convince Superman that the other heroes are dangerous people? I'm not sure I can, not sure I can believe it. I know what you've shown me and I admit I have my doubts. But I'm not going to say anything I don't feel is right."
But she was questioning things already, he'd planted the seed.
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She tensed when he pulled at his collar, who knew what he had hidden under there. What she was was the last thing she expected. Lois shook her head, her mind screaming that it couldn't be. Even without Dr. Klein to confirm it she knew that was Kryptonite. Nothing else had that look, that texture, that glow. He had enough in that collar to kill Superman outright.
But, he hadn't. Was that further proof of what he said? Just because the psychotic had not chose to use a weapon yet did that me he might never?
"I won't be used. And I will never let myself be a pawn to hurt him." Ahh the nobility of love, and the stupidity of a strong will.
Lois needed to leave, she needed to be away from him, she needed to think. Forgoing the usual pleasantries she grabbed her scarf and opened the door. If he made no move to stop her she would be out the door in a moment.
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