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WHO: Sebastian Michaelis and N.A.O.E.2 Jinx
WHAT: Making sure the only person that gets killed because of this whole Joker fiasco is the joker.
WHERE: A coffee shop in neutral territory.
WHEN: Shortly after this.

It had been easy to get what she wanted when she was in this state of mind. So when she went into the coffee shop and held the owner at

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It was one of those rare occasions where Sebastian found himself mildly startled. It was rarer still, though, for him to be embraced, and therefore, he found his own surprise more acceptable. After all, the girl who had recently attempted to squash him under a three story building was now wrapped around him, apparently grateful for his presence. He was far too old to remember what young hormones were like, but he suspected them as the cause. That, or psychosis.

Inwardly sighing, he forced himself to bear it.

Waiting until Jinx had settled down into the booth, the elegant man sat down across from her. He watched her with curious ruby eyes, his expression giving away very little of what he thought. He only smiled faintly at her compliment, the gesture somewhat insincere. Admittedly though, he was thinking similar thoughts. His mistress had disappointed him. But he would continue to serve her.

Sebastian didn't so much as blink when Jinx's mood violently shifted. After being in combat with her, very little about her surprised him. Besides her hugs. "You may say what you please, madam," he responded lightly, his voice quiet and polite, though his eyes betrayed a faint annoyance at her words. "However, my lady is a creature of her whims. And I am her servant. In this aftermath, I can only protect her."

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The young assassin snarled, then gave off a low growl. She clenched her fists and closed her glowing eyes, taking in deep breaths. This was not time to destroy a coffeehouse. This was time to strike a deal with Sebastian. It was time to talk, not smash. Almost literally smoldering, she took a moment of silence to try and calm her temper. When she opened her eyes again, they were back to their normal state, and she slowly uncurled her fists. Slowly, she came to sit back down at the booth across from him and sighed heavily. When she looked into his eyes, she saw his annoyance and gave a light smile.

"You can cut the crap, you know. You don't have to be the perfect butler around me. I mean, we have to have some special bond or something by now. I've never talked to a man after I killed him who responded back." She put her forehead in her palm and took another deep breath. Around them, a bit of the rubble shuddered, but nothing more than that.

"You didn't know... did you? She got into this shit and you had no idea... goddammit." She clutched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger as if it would ease the pain. And as her eyebrows narrowed in on each other, she was not unlike a worried sibling exasperated with the stupidity of her younger sister. It was not far from the truth. "Well, I know the solution. The Joker has to die."

Groaning a little, she reached across the table and placed one of her hands atop his. When she touched the pristine white glove, she remembered the night she had bloodied them and chuckled internally. But cocking her head to the side, smiling, she asked Sebastian a simple question. "Hey, want to kill the Joker together?"