[Closed Thread: A Long Awaited Meeting]

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Who: OU Joker, OU The Princess
When: After The Princess' encounter with Trowa, still recently after the blowing banks up incident (because let's face it, you and I know they both got a way. For now.)
Where: London
Summary: After the incident with Harley Quinn, the banks, and The Princess' encounter with Trowa, The Princess decides that staying low on

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It's been said that the calls of bats cannot be heard by the human ear. But this was false. When a trio of large, black bats descended out of the darkening sky, he could clearly hear their high pitched screeches and chirrups. The Joker knew these bats. He'd seen them earlier today and he knew what they wanted-the Princess of Shadows was requesting his presence. Unsurprising. The two of them together had put on a magnificent show for Manhattan without a single moment shared face-to-face. But that was about to change.

The bats flew circles around him, each with a different path of orbit, then fluttered skyward on silent wings where they began to fly away. The Joker's feet shifted in their direction to follow. In keeping within his sights, the small colony flew low, dipping and weaving playfully through the air as they went. Just like their master, and just like him, everything was a game to them. The longer he followed, the more everything around him began to change, melting into a new atmosphere and a new place. Soon enough, the

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The Princess had heard her bats fluttering above her and had heard the footsteps coming closer to her in the dark. She turned her head away from the cemetery and watched as a man in a rumpled black suit and clown mask came up to her. It could only be him. Though the change of outfit was a bit of a surprise the surprise only registered as a lifted eyebrow on her otherwise grinning face

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No sound came from behind the frozen face. Not when the Princess reached for his hair or planted a kiss on the hard, resin cheek. Not even when she spoke. He merely watched. Around them the winged, shadow minions continued to weave their way through the darkness, casting eerily moving shadows of their own in the dim glow of the lamp. Then, he slid his foot to the right and began to circle her at close range, each step measured and methodic, appraising her just as he had the first time he'd seen her. In doing so he could recall the dark air of danger and power he had felt surrounding her that night, emanating from her being and throughout her presence. He felt it now, even stronger. Such a wicked creature was she, beautiful and vile

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The Princess could only chuckle as he circled her. Oh, how many memories it brought back. Not just the first time they met but every moment after. The last night they had been together was what she still felt in her veins, pulsing