About seven minutes before the big countdown, many thousands of people, both physically in attendance and watching from the safety of their living rooms, shall witness the dapperly dressed mayor approaching the main podium, positioned close to the massive digital display. Leaning in to the cluster of microphones, he announces a very special message
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"Huh."
She's a tiny desert island of calm in a sea of screaming.
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John just watches the screen, a slow smile spreading on his face as everyone running and panicking at the news that nothing would be done to them. There will probably be dozens injured in the stampede and the Joker didn't have to do anything but say 'hello'. That's damn impressive. John gets the joke, and he laughs.
"Care t'get away from the noise before the police move in t'make it worse."
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"Man, who is that guy?" But she's got John by the arm and is ducking down a narrow little alleyway before anything else can happen, cutting through the crowd like a shark through water.
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"That, sweetness, is the Joker. Most feared man in Gotham, as I hear it. Quite a feat in greasepaint."
He laughs, maybe one of the only ones doing so as they push their way into an open cafe. Everyone else is fully fleeing the square, so it isn't exactly crowded.
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The place is quickly being deserted, like rats fleeing a sinking ship. She grins, and hoists herself up on the bar, leaning back and reaching behind the counter for a couple of beers. None of the other patrons are paying any attention. There's a good view of the mass hysteria through the window set in the door.
She pops the top off the beer, sucks down the small smoke wisp rising up.
"Don't think I caught your name."
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"John Constantine. And yours, luv?"
He takes a long swig and only silently laments the taste of American beer. On the whole, things are going well. Even if he's the only one in the panicking city who thinks so.
John leans on the counter, smiling at Selina.
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She's smiling back, a little coy, finding a cigarette and some fire. And then she turns back to the window to watch.
"Man. I knew this town had changed, but I didn't think it'd changed that much. He even said he wasn't going to do anything. The hell."
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"Precisely." He watches out the window. "Dunno why it is psychopaths are always presumed t'be liars. Most liars I know are otherwise pretty sane."
John laughs and takes another drink.
"Won't be safe t'go out there for a while, you realize."
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"That is tragic. We'll have to find something to keep us entertained, won't we?"
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One of John's hands finds its way to brushing fingers over Selina's thigh. She's being advised to run, but thankfully only John can hear it. All she's privy to is a filthy scouse accent and devilishly charming blue eyes.
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"For a given value of 'romantic.'" Green for blue, charm for charm. She looks like she might devour him whole.
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