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[thread] Psychotic convention

Sep 26, 2008 23:21

Characters:OU Hart Fray, OU Joker
Where: the bank
When: Midnight, some time after joker's arrival.
Summary: Harth and Joker discuss a few things.
Warnings:They're evil

( What do you know? )

[buffy / angel] harth fray, [batman] the joker

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entro_pist September 27 2008, 21:09:30 UTC

Tonight the street was empty save for the wan glow of a few scant lamp posts and the dampened echos of his own footsteps on weed-choked cobblestones. No less than sixteen hours ago, he'd been thrown cuffed and shackled into the back of an armored truck heading straight for Arkham Asylum, the only place in Gotham that had any conceivable chance of detaining him. And he'd gone quietly. No complaints. No resistance. Not even a frown. He was supposed to be sitting inside a vaulted cell right now, straitjacketed and tethered to a wall under the watchful blinking eye of a surveillance camera.

But instead he was here, wandering the streets of this tiny dilapidated city surrounded by massive walls. And funnily enough, the Batman was here within these same walls as well. Hadn't he just suggested the two of them be cellmates not long ago? How absolutely hysterical irony could be. Much more entertaining, at least, than sharing a cell by oneself. But for now, the Joker's thoughts were invested entirely in exploring, learning about this unlikely ( ... )

yesimevil September 28 2008, 04:35:25 UTC

For stereotype's stake, it would be entertaining to note that Joker's mild anxiety about the bats weren't far off, considering what Harth was. He gave a friendly, yet insidious smile and took the maniac's hand to shake. He saw potential in this meeting, but he shouldn't give his hopes up, and watch what he said.

"Call me Harth." He said, easy and lax as he shook the other's hand firmly. "Joker?" Interesting name, couldn't be his real one but, jesu, who cared. He retreated his hand to his pocket, standing straight, yet casually as he observed the man, picking up the plethora of scents attached to him. Among them, dried blood and gasoline.

entro_pist September 28 2008, 16:27:50 UTC

After a stiff shake of the other's hand, the Joker drew himself back a step and began to pace slowly back and forth, appraising Harth under his intense gaze. He scrutinized the young man's eyes and saw something familiar, saw eyes like his very own behind the glint of lenses. The eyes of someone who found excitement in the suffering and terror of others, someone capable of great cruelty. But there was something even less than human in this one -- and if he were someone other than himself, the Joker would surely be alarmed.

"Mhmm," the hum was confirming but it would remain unknown to whom it was directed. He continued pacing as he spoke - "Who told you about me?"

yesimevil September 29 2008, 18:29:05 UTC

"'joker, why are you here.. Joker.. oh no.. The rutting horror.'" Harth mocked, "It's easy to figure out when the information is readily made available by ones enemies." Harth smiled smugly and gave a curt nod to the villain before him.

"Tim and his friends are entertaining, I'll say that much. I have a present for him, a little game I'm cooking up. I think you'll enjoy the end result."

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