"Well hello indeed..." Crooned a raspy, nasal voice from the shadows. The figure that swung itself out of the shadows from the door leading into the hall was familiar, though for some reason there was more sway to the steps then normal. Even the voice sounded a little, off.
A clinking and a sloshing noise was heard and a rather under dressed and by the half full glass in his hand, drunk clown, held onto the doorway for support. His normal regalia in place from worn shoes to the tips of his green hair. But his face was shockingly bare, the scars standing out now as he pinkish warped lines that marked pale skinned cheeks. Unblackened greens eyes were fixed on Lex, narrowed and hazy from what must have been a copious amount of alcohol to put the clown prince in this state.
After a few moments he finally let go of the door frame and stumbled/walked in, cursing instead of giggling when he tripped over a chair leg and caught himself, saving he drink by mere inches.
"You know...I thought I'd end up drinking to Bats end. But, uh...
( ... )
Lex sometimes wondered if he was suffering under some kind of curse, one that allowed anyone who felt inclined to wander into his office unannounced. He squinted as the Joker staggered over to his desk, barely keeping his balance. Seeing the Joker drunk was nearly as bizarre as seeing him without makeup, and Lex couldn't help but stare. It was hard to believe that there was someone average and human underneath the layers of greasepaint.
"I'd ask how you got in here, but I'm not sure I want to know," Lex said, crossing his arms. "And you're the last person I'd expect to notice or care that Superman was gone."
"Well I'm usually the last person anyone would ask on the topic of caring. So no surprise there." He said with a little wave before he drained he rest of his glass and let it slip from his fingers. Rolling across the ground scattering ice over the wood as it went on it's merry way towards the windows.
The Joker planted a hand on Lex's desk, brow furrowing, nose wrinkling in a way that mimed one of the Joker's more familiar expressions, getting in Lex's face with his own.
"No, Legion celebration so I thought you'd a-pre-ciate the company."
Lex spared a glance at the fallen glass, but focused his attention back on the Joker quickly. A drunken Joker was probably just as dangerous as usual, maybe moreso. Lex wondered again why he hadn't just grabbed the gun from his desk.
"The Legion is temporarily disbanded," Lex said, tilting his head up a little to look the Joker in the eye. "I've got more important things to be doing than blowing up the moon now."
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A clinking and a sloshing noise was heard and a rather under dressed and by the half full glass in his hand, drunk clown, held onto the doorway for support. His normal regalia in place from worn shoes to the tips of his green hair. But his face was shockingly bare, the scars standing out now as he pinkish warped lines that marked pale skinned cheeks. Unblackened greens eyes were fixed on Lex, narrowed and hazy from what must have been a copious amount of alcohol to put the clown prince in this state.
After a few moments he finally let go of the door frame and stumbled/walked in, cursing instead of giggling when he tripped over a chair leg and caught himself, saving he drink by mere inches.
"You know...I thought I'd end up drinking to Bats end. But, uh... ( ... )
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"I'd ask how you got in here, but I'm not sure I want to know," Lex said, crossing his arms. "And you're the last person I'd expect to notice or care that Superman was gone."
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The Joker planted a hand on Lex's desk, brow furrowing, nose wrinkling in a way that mimed one of the Joker's more familiar expressions, getting in Lex's face with his own.
"No, Legion celebration so I thought you'd a-pre-ciate the company."
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"The Legion is temporarily disbanded," Lex said, tilting his head up a little to look the Joker in the eye. "I've got more important things to be doing than blowing up the moon now."
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