[Thread] The Dark Knight Has Arrived || Open

[gonnaloveme]

Characters: The Batman, Open
Where: New York--->Gotham
When: a couple of days or a week after the new arrangement
Summary: The Batman has arrived in town, boys. Let's play nice while he explores his new surroundings...not.
Warnings: Not at the moment, but definitely likely?

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[entro_pist]

For the longest moment, the Joker plummeted to the street below uninterrupted, disconnected from everything in the world except for the wind in his ears and gravity itself. He knew Batman wasn't going to break his rule, not now. Not ever. But even so, he was mildly disappointed when he finally felt that hand latch onto his ankle. Growing traffic lights became a neon blur as he began to fall sideways, sweeping over the busy street and into a parking garage. There, the hand released and he was sent rolling on his sides over the concrete until a parked car put an abrupt end to his journey.

The back of his head and shoulder struck the car door and he collapsed in a heap beside the sedan, face down. His sub machine gun followed immediately after, cartwheeling over the hood of the car, then spun on its side beneath another set of tires. Groaning, the Joker pressed his hands to the ground and pushed himself up to sit against the car. His hair was a tangled mess of dull browns and greens, jacket slipping off one shoulder in a state of dishevelment. The side of his forehead and cheekbone looked a bit scuffed as well. Oh, but that grin was still there, mocking Batman from between the scars. Not yet ready to attempt standing, he rolled his body against the car with a few soft grunts and stretched his legs out in front of him, getting comfy there on the ground. Keen eyes settled on the cowled face of the dark, solemn figure.

"Finally decided to show up, huh?" He breathed out a single laugh, tongue sliding over his lower lip from one corner of his mouth to the other. "A little late but at least you're never un-fashionable," he said with a quick side-to-side wobble of his head as the latter syllables rolled off his tongue. One hand reached across his chest to clutch the opposite shoulder which he gave a few experimental shrugs. It was a bit tender from the landing, but nothing was broken or popped from its socket.