From my heart and from my hand, why don't people understand
Who: Dr. Kirk Langstrom & The Joker
When: Afternoon
Where: Kirk's apartment
Summary: The Joker has an idea for a new gag.
Warnings: N/A
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Damn this week. Damn this month. Langstrom walked up the stairs to his apartment wSith a drawn, sullen look, his hands clenched deep within the pockets of his lab coat. He'd come straight from SERO's laboratories, and it seemed to the scientist that he'd brought home with him the stench of failure. Not at his work, of course - the results he'd been producing for SERO lately had been magnificent. There had been talks of a promotion, and he was scheduled in two weeks to undergo further evaluations for better placement within the company.
Nonsense, the lot of it. What he did for them was trifling and a waste of his talents. No, his true work was the sonic device buried in his pocket, and lately that had been his failure. All this time - months now - and he'd failed to fully manipulate the technology that had imprisoned him to his advantage. The Penguin had been able to use the infernal device to command Man-Bat, so why could Langstrom not do the same? All he needed was to turn it into a trigger, yet every prototype he managed to construct had failed to replicate the precise wavelength. The best he'd managed to do was irritate the lab animals with more sensitive hearing.
He stewed on these thoughts as he came inside the sparse apartment, closing the door behind him and throwing his briefcase onto the back of the couch. Lunch, and then he'd peruse the network before settling back into his research. Perhaps it was time to abandon the thoughts of the device altogether and attempt a more chemical means of calling forth the marvelous beast inside him...
But as Langstrom wandered into his kitchen, he found someone else had beaten him to the fridge.
" - You!"
When: Afternoon
Where: Kirk's apartment
Summary: The Joker has an idea for a new gag.
Warnings: N/A
--
Damn this week. Damn this month. Langstrom walked up the stairs to his apartment wSith a drawn, sullen look, his hands clenched deep within the pockets of his lab coat. He'd come straight from SERO's laboratories, and it seemed to the scientist that he'd brought home with him the stench of failure. Not at his work, of course - the results he'd been producing for SERO lately had been magnificent. There had been talks of a promotion, and he was scheduled in two weeks to undergo further evaluations for better placement within the company.
Nonsense, the lot of it. What he did for them was trifling and a waste of his talents. No, his true work was the sonic device buried in his pocket, and lately that had been his failure. All this time - months now - and he'd failed to fully manipulate the technology that had imprisoned him to his advantage. The Penguin had been able to use the infernal device to command Man-Bat, so why could Langstrom not do the same? All he needed was to turn it into a trigger, yet every prototype he managed to construct had failed to replicate the precise wavelength. The best he'd managed to do was irritate the lab animals with more sensitive hearing.
He stewed on these thoughts as he came inside the sparse apartment, closing the door behind him and throwing his briefcase onto the back of the couch. Lunch, and then he'd peruse the network before settling back into his research. Perhaps it was time to abandon the thoughts of the device altogether and attempt a more chemical means of calling forth the marvelous beast inside him...
But as Langstrom wandered into his kitchen, he found someone else had beaten him to the fridge.
" - You!"