[Closed Thread: A Long Awaited Meeting]

Jun 30, 2009 02:31

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 ( Read more... )

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entro_pist July 1 2009, 03:29:17 UTC
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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veryusefulbook July 2 2009, 02:32:56 UTC
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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entro_pist July 3 2009, 00:45:56 UTC
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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veryusefulbook July 4 2009, 02:35:41 UTC
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 ( ... )

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entro_pist July 4 2009, 22:01:56 UTC
As the Princess stepped closer, the Joker reached out a black gloved hand and placed it low on the side of her jaw. "For some of us, as you know," his thumb slid carelessly over the corner of her mouth, smearing dark lipstick onto her cheek, "...Halloween comes everyday." He pinched her cheek hard between thumb and forefinger. Not quite hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to hurt for a moment. Then he grinned and lightly patted the sore spot, eyes locked fiercely onto hers.

"You came at just the right time, Princess." The world around them was a perfect mess.

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veryusefulbook July 5 2009, 03:25:53 UTC
She giggled when he pinched her, loved the sore feeling that pulsed throughout her cheek and enjoyed the feeling of her lipstick smeared on her face, no longer clean and precisely drawn on.

"If I had any idea you were here I would have shown up sooner." She tilted her head and grinned, staring back.

"I am glad I could be of service to you." She leaned in and slipped her left hand under his coat jacket and used the other hand to smear away a bit of the makeup off his lips. She stuck the tip of her finger in her mouth and grinned. She just as quickly removed her finger from between her lips and almost hummed to herself.

"I've missed that taste."

She then slid away from him, stepping into the shadows and began walking towards the cemetery. "Come, walk with me. You and I have some talking to do."

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entro_pist July 5 2009, 21:01:25 UTC
At the touch of her fingertips, the Joker closed his heavy eyelids and rolled his head to the side with a slow lick of lips. It was mostly for show. Almost everything he did was for show. The movement caused some of the red grease to smear into the white on his chin where it wasn't already smeared. Every little detail of the past shared between them that had been clouded in his memory came into sharp focus more or less in that single moment. He blinked open his eyes in time to see the Princess tasting the paints on her fingers.

The bats traveled with them as they continued toward the cemetery, fluttering here and there. "I'm all ears and everything in between," he grinned as he joined her side, hip to hip, close enough to nudge her right off the walkway if she wasn't mindful. One hand found her opposite hip and claimed it roughly. He had an inkling he knew just what (or whom) this was going to be about...

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veryusefulbook July 5 2009, 22:43:07 UTC
The Princess had earlier noticed before their walk that The Joker didn't seem like he was all there. He knew her but it was like he didn't know her. However, when he was at her side and gripped the side of her hips to his she suddenly felt like whatever it was had gone and he was more than his normal self again. Besides, how could anyone forget her? She made it quite a point of not being forgotten wherever she went ( ... )

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entro_pist July 6 2009, 02:42:44 UTC
"More violent? Maybe. Wiser?" Hah. "No." He didn't know who the Princess had been dealing with but the Joker himself had no problem manipulating others. His horde of masked henchmen was a good example as were people like Harley whom the Princess had surely seen and the little spectacle in the city they'd put on earlier that afternoon ( ... )

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veryusefulbook July 6 2009, 04:04:05 UTC
The Princess nodded her head in agreement as he spoke looking somewhat like a student listening to a teacher or a close friend accepting the advice of another counterpart ( ... )

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entro_pist July 7 2009, 03:10:56 UTC
"Oh, today was brilliant," he agreed wholeheartedly, watching as the Princess situated herself upon the gravestone like royalty. A quick glance at the inscription told of that particular stone dating back to the era of Black Plague. Oddly fitting. "Even I wasn't expecting the best part of it. Now that's good entertainment."

But the question remained buzzing inside his head: how had the Batman and his team dismantled and removed all five bombs so quickly? It was as though one of them had seen into the future...

At the Princess's loaded inquiry about Harley, the Joker smirked with a single chuckle behind his lips, "Hm. I thought you'd ask about her." He took his time answering the question and climbed up onto a vine-laden statue of a woman that decorated a tomb across from the Princess. Beside it he stood, one elbow resting casually on its stony shoulder, mirth glittering darkly in his eyes. Then, with a shake of his head and quick lift of his shoulders; "I didn't pick her up. She followed me."

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veryusefulbook July 7 2009, 04:24:56 UTC
"She's an excellent distraction." If her thoughts could be viewed, they would like spider webs forming, tangling and untangling together, attaching to different webs and detaching from other ones. Right now, one was being formed ( ... )

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entro_pist July 20 2009, 01:21:25 UTC
His own thoughts on Harley were not so different from those expressed by the Princess. Harley was happy to serve him and even more willing to kill. So willing that she was already warm putty in his hands, eagerly waiting to be shaped and molded into whatever he desired. Plus, she'd proven earlier that she was capable of getting things started and taking care of herself. Though she lacked a power like the Princess's, she could still be very useful in the future ( ... )

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veryusefulbook July 20 2009, 02:15:07 UTC
It hadn't taken but a few seconds for the Princess to feel his eyes on her. It was one of those gazes that you could never confuse for paranoia or a simple glance in one's direction. No, his gaze felt calculating, certain. Like a beast waiting in the shadows, staring down its prey, taking in every movement with great interest ( ... )

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entro_pist July 21 2009, 01:58:46 UTC
The answers she gave him told more about the Princess than she probably would have liked. She was self-conscious about becoming too predictable, concerned with how others, like himself, might perceive her and possibly with how she perceived herself. Plus, she'd responded favorably to his interest in her personal thoughts. This, of course, was not uncommon for the average person, but she was not the "average person". Perhaps she was more human than he'd originally come to believe. The Princess, if she knew of this, would likely not approve but the Joker wasn't disappointed. It failed to diminish the danger and the evil that surrounded her. She was like a riddle in which the more he knew, the less he understood ( ... )

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veryusefulbook July 21 2009, 15:24:59 UTC
The Princess grinned. His reply was everything she could have hoped for and expected from him. He would leave her if she got boring. Not kill her. That little bit of information stroked her ego more than he probably expected it too. The Princess did so love to revel in her powers but the fact that the Joker would just leave instead of attempt to kill her made her more aware of her abilities and all the wonderful things she was capable of. And all because it seemed he would not challenge her ( ... )

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