[Closed Thread: A Long Awaited Meeting]
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... )
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... )
She watched him, waited, biding her time, waited to see what he would do. She was curious, wondering if he would ever say anything. She almost felt like she had been forgotten and he was piecing everything back together again, but she strongly doubted the thought and placed it aside.
When he finally spoke her lips curled up into a grin. "Well thank you. You don't look so bad, either." She tilted her head in a sort of playful expression.
She walked up to him, her eyes meeting his. A challenge? She laughed. Oh yes, she had missed him. Life had just been so dull and boring for her while he had been gone.
She came up and began playing with the black suit he was wearing. She rather liked the purple better but the black was also very becoming, she thought. "Were you trick or treating while you were blowing up buildings today?" She grinned.
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"You came at just the right time, Princess." The world around them was a perfect mess.
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"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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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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At this point she wasn't positive what she was going to talk about. Helena and what she had seen recently? That forgetful air that Helena had when moping about her room, looking for someone or something that wasn't there or would she instead peg him with a thousand questions concerning the new place she found herself in.
She had walked all over the compound, jabbed at every button that beeped or blinked in her direction and had visited quite a few cities to boot. However, she wasn't quite sure how long Helena had been there or him for that matter. What year was it now? Had it been many years or was this a recent transfer? Time was always so blotchy where she came from. It was fairly nonexistent actually. Her world measured it differently.
So she walked on with The Joker in silence, enjoying his fingers digging into her side and contemplating the best topic for conversation at this point.
Instead of her original thoughts, however, her mind settled on something completely different. "The people here. They aren't as dumb or fickle as they were in that other place. I forget the name. They much more difficult to manipulate. That and everyone seems much more ready to shoot first and ask questions later. Has humanity wised up since last I was with them or have they just become more violent and passionate?"
She turned an up raised brow on The Joker. Surely they had manged to outwit the group of earlier, but the people here were, in her opinion, much more ready to fight and accuse than think and consider. This was fine with her, but she preferred getting into people's heads before she turned all their gray matter to ash.
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"Unlike that war camp, we aren't the only ones here. We're not prisoners surrounded by walls and forced to coexist anymore. It's more true to life here. See, in this place there are millions of other people, unlimited space, and no common enemy ready to fall upon us from the sky. Because of that people can afford to be careless. Deep down they're all still governed by the same things." Greed. Control. Self-interest. Fear. It was just the way people were.
He raised a finger in afterthought, mask waving in the air still held in his hand. "Not to mention, a few of them are acquaintances. They know how we play so they're quick to respond."
The darkness around them seemed to grow even thicker, almost as heavy as it had been during those long hours spent confined in the Princess's protective walls of shadow the last time they'd been together. However, light did manage to find its way here from a few streetlamps and in the form of excess glow from the city itself, enough to reflect off the stone surfaces of headstones and statues that decorated the grounds.
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She had been going about this all wrong, looking at it in a different light. Probably the effect of going from one such a place as where they had come from to this larger more realistic place. She had not yet adjusted to the change in lifestyles or situations and, yes, people were more than likely aware of her and his own ways of handling things. If he had managed to make it here as well as Helena and herself via Helena then chances were there other people here whom she had known there.
"Maybe we should consider different tactics? Technically we are still playing the same game we're just on a different playing field. One much larger than before. If the same principles still apply then they will continue to expect us to make the same moves. I suggest being more spontaneous? Or at least seemingly so?"
The Princess swerved in front of him and hopped up on a large grave stone, sitting on it like a throne. She motioned for him to come forward, her legs dangling, her shoulders and chest pronounced as she leaned forward, using her hands to balance her.
"Like today for instance? Though it was not altogether planned it was most certainly unexpected."
She grinned a toothy grin, her smile stretching across her face, lipstick smeared in one direction. She tilted her head a playfulness in her expression.
"Just as your female clown counterpart was unexpected. Where did you managed to pick her up?" She raised an eyebrow, the grin still plastered to her face.
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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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"She could be useful if you saw fit to use her. She would easy pray to take the fall for any really big "incident"." The Princess placed her hands in her lap and looked out over towards the rest of the graves around them. How peaceful, everyone in their right place, buried under so much Earth. And what prefect representations of their dead corpses than colourless cold stone monuments.
The grin faded from her features and a small quirk of her lip revealed the genuine satisfaction she felt. He had anticipated her asking about the clown. Well, as much as she loved games, ring around the rosy wasn't exactly her favourite. She didn't want to run in circles around a matter, especially if the resolve could end in her favour.
She turned her head back and lightly hopped from her throne on to her toes. She lightly set herself down and without a sound quickly crossed over to the Joker's place of rest and alighted herself on the grave in front of him. She tilted her head at an almost awkward angle and as her fingers raised up and traced the lines of his face she raised an eyebrow.
"That is, if you aren't too attached. Which I know you aren't."
She twirled on her toes and leaned up against the statue looking up at the sky. She sighed. It was now an emotional sigh. Not one of jealousy or womanly angst. No. It was a sigh of boredom. She couldn't escape the feeling. She didn't know what it was, or why. Maybe she was becoming too predictable. Maybe a few changes were in order?
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Such were the thoughts that flashed through the Joker's mind as the Princess crossed soundlessly from her stone to join him. But when her nails began to glide over the contours of his face, the future vanished. Those nails, how exquisitely painful they had felt puncturing skin and digging deep into his flesh. Weeks, perhaps months, had passed since that night but it felt like mere moments. And just as easily as she had sparked the memory, the sensation was gone as she twirled away. His gaze followed her while she pressed her back to the statue. Apparently it had been an angel at one time but the wings had either crumbled away or been eroded with over 600 years of weather.
While the Princess was very similar to Helena in some regards including the physical one, the differences between them-the way she moved, spoke, and acted-made her look like an entirely different person even though the two were virtually twins. Her playfully wicked personality showed through, spilled into her body and influenced her movements. Where Helena could be awkward and cautious, the Princess was graceful and seductive. Her eyes, even when they weren't black as coal, held a completely different light. It made her look nothing at all like Helena and it manged to fascinate him.
His attention had focused on her, undistracted by the occasional chirrup of a bat above his ear. He was naturally perceptive to what others were thinking but not always. That's why, when the Princess sighed and gazed skyward into the black night, the Joker canted his head slightly, peering at her with a sheen of curiosity in his eyes.
"What's going on inside that head of yours, hmm?" he asked. "Don't be shy. I said you could tell me your sins." Another tiny reference to their first meeting and a bit of proof that he did in fact have memory of the details between them. They'd already committed plenty of sins together anyway.
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It made her tingle a bit in her fingertips and toes. It was the same feeling she got when she ran her nails across his skin remembering as she hoped he did their time together. Even the reference made about their sins made her want to squeal with a sort of girlishness that she wasn't quite sure she approved of in her list of human emotions.
Ignoring the feeling she canted her head to the side her lips revealing a crooked smile. She had suddenly realized that he had actually asked a question before the sin remark. She tasted that question on her tongue and rolled it around in her thoughts.
The simple fact that he asked instead of assuming, that he was... curious? was such a compliment to her that she could not help but raise a brow as she hopped back off the statue and came back in front of The Joker lightly tapping her chin with her forefinger.
"I was wondering if I've been a little too predictable of late. Or getting boring. But then you asked me what was on my mind. I must not be as easy to read as I assumed I was."
She saw no point in lying. For the moment she could think of no reason to not admit this thought to him. With that her forefinger went up to his tie, and her hand slid around it, tugging on it a bit.
"But I'm sure you'll let me know if that ever starts to happen now won't you?"
She had tried to pull him down with his tie almost eye level to her, her teeth flashing. She was curious as to what his response would be. His question to her was almost like a normal man asking a woman "how are you feeling?" with sincerity, truly caring about the reply. Whether he had meant in that sort of way that's how she took it.
Her voice lowered a bit, "Then again, like me you do love getting into people's heads. The fact that you had to ask to see what was in mine gives me great pleasure. Hmm, I wonder..." She tilted her head and began to play with a few loose strands of his hair, letting the question drift in the air.
A playful cat-catch-mouse grin plastered to her face.
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He felt her fingers at his tie, tugging it gently, wanting his input. Since her curiosity seemed so pure, she deserved an honest answer in return, right? "Simple. If you get boring, I leave and find something new." Truth. It wasn't like he could kill her the way he would some lowly goon. He seriously doubted he'd even live long enough to see her grow dull, anyway.
"Not only that," he pointed to himself and then to her as he spoke, "I expect the same from you." He nodded twice before his attention purposefully hooked onto one of the bats as it swooped by overhead. Then his eyes rolled back down to her and he leaned in closer.
"Maybe one day I'll be the one you cover with your shadows." The prospect of his death at her hands didn't seem to sadden him at all. In fact, he grinned rather cheerfully and there was a lively, upward hitch of his eyebrows. After all, he'd rather be dead than boring.
"Now. You wonder...," he spun the topic back to where she'd left it dangling earlier, voice trailing off.
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Another thought came to mind and The Princess raised a brow at the idea, ignoring his prying into her unspoken thoughts she continued on with another very different one. "If that were the case," referencing him leaving her, "Then I really would do something unexpected... and don't worry, I don't think I'd ever cover you in shadows. You could be useful in other ways."
She gripped the lapels of his jacket and pulled him closer to her, examining him. Her brows furrowed together as she stared glimced into his eyes, noting all the black that surrounded those two orbs. She studied his face for a moment and as if she were about to reach in for his lips with her own she leaned forward a bit and then very quickly pulled away and tilted her chin upwards.
The bats. They were playfully fluttering about her head a few feet up, giggling in their own way at the The Princess' company. They appeared to like him.
She called them down, never really completing any of her thoughts and never really finishing her "I wonder" statement. The came swooping down and landed in her now outstretched hand, the other still gripping The Joker's lapel.
"Would you like one?" She said while she gave a chaste kiss to one of her bats, which cuddled into her hand, chirping in approval.
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Useful in other ways? A vision of himself bound and chained flickered in his mind, the Princess's personal slave-no, toy-caged in a dungeon below her lavish bedroom. But if she ever dared try it, he might do a little something unexpected of his own. The Joker's laugh pitched skin-crawlingly low as he watched her beckon to her minions. Though he already had a bat of his own, he reached for the creature in her hand, fingers extended as if to touch it.
"Like one? I'd love one. It looks just like a dear old pal o' mine. In fact...," he retracted his fingers at the last moment knowing full well what would happen if they were to touch it, and looked at her. "...I think you know who I'm talking about."
It would've been impossible for anyone to miss the 200lb bat in the room while the city crumbled outside.
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She had noted his hand retract from her bat and taking notice of it said to her bat, "Don't hurt him. Listen and obey." The bat then fluttered up out of her hands and as it chirped it's acquiescence it fluttered down to the Joker, patently waiting for him to extend his hand.
Those bats would do anything at her command, and lucky for her, "don't hurt him" entailed more than one command. For if the Joker ever did try to leave her in some unpleasant fashion or become something that was no longer worth the keeping, it would be one of bats that she would send for him... because it was the bats that could attach themselves to people's faces, reshaping themselves in such a manner that tentacles coming out of their bodies would slither up the nose and into the mouth gaining complete control of the person's mind and body.
A bound and chained Joker would just be icing on the cake.
The Princess brought her gaze to his perfect face. "You may touch him, he will not harm you now. As for the baaatmaaan, what do you have in mind?"
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"He believes in the things you don't and fights for the things you mock," his eyes were on the Princess now. "He's to me what Helena is to you. An immovable object, that little part you can't exist without."
He shifted his gaze to the Princess's minion resting quietly in his hand. Its pointed ears stirred in the breeze as he blew a puff of air at it.
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