my time will rust
Who: proxysearch, he_is_wild, and terminates
When: Monday, January 9th, 2012.
Where: Re-l's old apartment in Sector 4.
Summary: A clown and an assassin are having lobster in her old apartment. Her reaction should be pretty obvious.
Warnings: None. Will update if necessary.
( you kill and nothing is free )
When: Monday, January 9th, 2012.
Where: Re-l's old apartment in Sector 4.
Summary: A clown and an assassin are having lobster in her old apartment. Her reaction should be pretty obvious.
Warnings: None. Will update if necessary.
( you kill and nothing is free )
"Stroker, you sure know how to treat a fella," he purred, and gestured absently towards the butter. "Do pass the butter would you?"
His mind was elsewhere. His mind was in the streets. Someone was going to come. If not Batman, then Re-l. He hoped for Re-l. It was not time to see old Long-Ears yet. Soon, though, soon... He'd left the light on in hopes that someone would notice his presence.
The opening and closing of the balcony window would have been missed if he hadn't already been listening for it. When Re-l stepped out, his gaze was already fixed on her, and he smiled.
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A wry twist to his mouth, he passed the butter. "I'm a man of my word."
Noticing the sound as well, he tilted his head in the direction of the balcony. Somehow, he managed not to look to surprised.
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Her luck isn't that good, unfortunately.
Still, she didn't expect Slade Wilson to be there either, and definitely not looking like he was enjoying himself with... What were they eating, lobster?
She scowled, drawing closer. It might have been a bad idea, but she wasn't in the mood to deal with this sort of bullshit.
"What the hell are you doing here, Joker? And what is all of this?"
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"We're eating lobster. My God, woman, use your eyes!"
He tugged an eyelid open and frowned at her like a disappointed math professor. Math. There was a dreary subject. For a moment his mind wandered as he considered the concept of division by zero. It was three quiet seconds later that he he dropped his hand again.'
"Come, come, have a seat."
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Either way, he gave her a considering look but little else in the way of cues. They were barely even acquaintances as far as the rest of the city was concerned, and he saw no reason to indicate otherwise, especially in front of the Joker.
"Help yourself."
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And that was a question with no answer right now.
She set a hand on her hip, scrutinizing the table. Her old table; she'd paid for the apartment to be fully furnished in case she needed to pick up and leave. Good thing, too, since that's exactly what happened. She frowned further, eyes narrowing at Joker. "I don't fraternize with known murderers. Why are you in my old apartment, of all places?"
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He pressed a finger to his temple.
"I'm a daft sociopathic serial killer, remember? I can't just walk into a restaurant, can I?"
His eyes searched hers, then drifted towards Slade. For a moment he was aware of a tension between the two, but he paid it no mind.
"What are you doing here? Didn't you move?"
Joker's gaze became judgmental and suspicious and he pushed his lower lip out.
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At the very least, her thoughts seemed to be in the same vein as his so this wouldn't be a completely unmitigated disaster. With these two in the same room, one could only guess how long it would take before bullets started to fly. The Joker was more of an annoyance to him, but given her profession and track record with the Rogues, he doubted she felt the same way.
So he just listening, watching them both as they sorted out their differences.
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She wandered closer, taking the seat between them and turning it so she could sit with the back of the chair facing her chest. She crossed her arms over the top.
Re-l raised an eyebrow. "It's not of your business why I'm here. I've paid rent on this place for six months before you decided to come crash here." And she wasn't willing to let him know where her real apartment is, hidden and locked or not. "If anyone's entitled to be here, it's me."
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His gaze flicked back to Slade momentarily, then focused again on Re-l with a predatory attentiveness.
"Guess it didn't work."
He folded his hands together and his grin widened. "But unexpected guests can be fun. At least you aren't one of those caped partypoops. Care to join us?"
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If he were the type to roll his eyes, he probably would have done so with the one he had. Instead, he quirked a brow meaningfully at the Joker. They were neither friends nor companions, but fate, it seemed had a way of throwing them together. Or maybe it was just the clown.
Still, he said nothing.
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She leaned back in the chair. As appetizing as the food was and as much as she'd like to eat... First, it was a criminal's meal. And secondly, she didn't trust it, even if they were both eating it. It wasn't going to be poisoned; nothing was wrong with it. But it was just too much of a chance for her to take.
"No, thanks. I'd rather not." She refused to budge on that.
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