First Date - I will bleed on your furniture

[entro_pist]

Characters: The Joker [OU]; Oracle/Barbara Gordon [OU]
Where: Sor-pente (Barbara's apartment)
When: Late night/early morning after the Joker's encounter with Tim and Duo (the log of which will be posted as soon as it's finished)
Summary: After taking a bullet to the shoulder, the Joker shows up on Barbara's doorstep in time for their so called "date".

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[oracleofgotham]

Dosing. That's what Barbara had a strength to do nowadays. Ever since the spat with Dick, and Not hearing anything from the others? She kept to herself. Late at night, she would take night strolls with her wheelchair--but still, she was alone.

Dosing upon the Couch, she jerks awake by the noise at her door. Grunting, she hops herself into her wheelchair and rolls to the door. There, she opens it and looks to see--Joker? He was different looking. This one WASN'T theirs--this one looked more---human? Yes. Though the scent of blood brought her back to reality and sees how he's favoring that injury.

"What the hell happen to you--No matter. Come in and if you can--make it to the couch."

Looking about after the Joker would somehow come in, she closes the door and locks it. "I'll get the mini med kit." And she heads into the bedroom to search her laptop bag for said Mini medkit.

[entro_pist]

The door was unbolted and swung open with much less hesitation than expected. Shadowy black eyes flicked from place to place around the room as he stepped inside, taking in everything from Barbara's chair to a sheet covered window. And while the woman who'd so willingly allowed him access to her home was away in another room, he ignored the pain of his shoulder wound in favor of doing a cursory search of the rest of her living arrangements. Fortunately, she appeared to have no roommates.

It was only when she returned that he finally sat down on the sofa, finding the cushions still a bit warm. He looked disheveled and tense with his arm tucked close, jackets hanging halfway off his slumped shoulder and shirt darkened where the blood had seeped through gaudy fabric. His voice, however, was deceptively light. "What happened to me? Just a little assassination attempt by what I'll assume are friends of yours."

[oracleofgotham]

Having found it, sighing for there really wasn't much to it but enough to help a single bullet wound and maybe some cuts if needed. She rolls back in--herself in a pair of jeans and a dark magenta t-shirt. She puts her hair into a high ponytail and goes into the kitchen. The sound of pots were heard, sink then pot setting on the stove.

"..Really. I thought we weren't allowed to do such things here.."

Rolling back, she moves to be right across and in front of him, foot petals just an inch away from his ankles with the med-kit in her lap.

"Did the Bullet go all the way through? And lets get the jacket off--if you trust my hands near your person.."

She had to make sure he didn't mind. Who knew what any Joker did when startled and not liking one thing to another. Still, she slowly moves out to try and help with the Jacket.

[entro_pist]

"Thought what? How long've you been holed up? Econtra's changed. The kiddies have guns these days." He'd turned toward the sounds in the kitchen and then watched as Barbara rolled up to the couch.

Eying her hands, he was reluctant to remove anything at first, not wanting to jostle his arm. "I'm sure it's still lodged right where Duo left it," he said shifting his feet a bit further apart, allowing her to get closer if she decided to. Slowly, he began to take off his outer layers of clothing, shrugging out one arm first then tugging at the sleeve of the other.