"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...
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Joker laughed as he landed hard on the ground with Lex's hands fisted in his coat. Just laughed, looking warped and completely insane, things the make-up usually concealed and only tended to leak out through his voice.
"Y...you act like I care. I don't care. And...hahahHAhaha...neither, should you."
Joker suddenly grabbed hold of Lex's shirt, laugter dead and a tight smile so taunt it was ready to snap. "Because no matter what they say..." He drawled, rolling his eyes to the ceiling before bringing them back sharply to Lex. "You killed Superman. I know it, they know it. And, uh...so do you."
What Lex remembered of that moment later was a blur of rage, a feeling like something sparking behind his eyes, and the need to hurt something. Anything.
He hauled the Joker up by the lapels of his coat and threw him backwards, vaguely hearing the thump as he slammed against the glass of the windows. He heard the as he drove his fist into the side of the Joker's face, but all he could focus on were the words, echoing through his head.
'You killed Superman.' And it was true, true in the worst possible way. Because he had killed Clark by not being good enough. If he had been faster, smarter, stronger, he could have found a way to stop Zod, and Clark would still be here. But he had failed, had failed completely, and it was all his fault.
"You're wrong!" he hissed to the Joker, between punches. "Wrong!"
Joker laughed, whimpering high and sharp in his throat as he hit the window and started to cackle and giggle again. Too busy holding his aching belly to block any of the blows. He wasn't even trying to.
Crimson staining his teeth and one eye blacking without the need for make-up.
Joker just laughed, sinking lower and lower onto the floor as Lex beat into him.
"You...hohoahaahhhhahahaha...you did, you did!" Joker cackled and groaned, and he opened one unswelled eye to look up at Lex.
Lex wanted to keep hitting the Joker until his fingers broke and the clown's skull turned to bloody paste underneath his hands. He wanted to take Gotham and Metropolis and every other place that he'd ever been to apart with his bare hands, and then use dynamite on the rubble. He wanted to light the world on fire and burn it to ashes. All of that, and more. No amount of destruction would ever be enough, it couldn't make him feel better, it wouldn't bring Clark back.
Nothing would ever be able to make things right.
Lex was so focused on his rage, on the fact that his world was crumbling around him, that the Joker kicking out and knocking him off his feet took him completely by surprise.
The mad man was on him with frightening speed for someone who'd willingly taken that beating. Slamming Lex's head back into the floor as his hands wrapped around the billionaires throat.
"Now, uh..." He licked blood off his lips and grit his teeth, squeezing the breath out of Lex with a vicious growl before he removed one hand the mockingly pet the rioting mans head like calming an angry dog. "Shhh, shhh....it's gonna be...okay, heheheehee...just," And he cleared his throat. "Calm down now, Lexy. I'm gonna make it all better."
He nodded his head, as if backing up what he said as truth. Yet as he petted Lex, Joker's hand still tightened around the mans throat. Slowly cutting off his air supply.
"When you wake up," he grinned brightly and chuckled. "It's gonna be a whole new world." He lowered his bleeding and bare face to look straight in Lex's eyes. "And you're going to help me destroy it."
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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"Y...you act like I care. I don't care. And...hahahHAhaha...neither, should you."
Joker suddenly grabbed hold of Lex's shirt, laugter dead and a tight smile so taunt it was ready to snap. "Because no matter what they say..." He drawled, rolling his eyes to the ceiling before bringing them back sharply to Lex. "You killed Superman. I know it, they know it. And, uh...so do you."
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He hauled the Joker up by the lapels of his coat and threw him backwards, vaguely hearing the thump as he slammed against the glass of the windows. He heard the as he drove his fist into the side of the Joker's face, but all he could focus on were the words, echoing through his head.
'You killed Superman.' And it was true, true in the worst possible way. Because he had killed Clark by not being good enough. If he had been faster, smarter, stronger, he could have found a way to stop Zod, and Clark would still be here. But he had failed, had failed completely, and it was all his fault.
"You're wrong!" he hissed to the Joker, between punches. "Wrong!"
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Crimson staining his teeth and one eye blacking without the need for make-up.
Joker just laughed, sinking lower and lower onto the floor as Lex beat into him.
"You...hohoahaahhhhahahaha...you did, you did!" Joker cackled and groaned, and he opened one unswelled eye to look up at Lex.
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Nothing would ever be able to make things right.
Lex was so focused on his rage, on the fact that his world was crumbling around him, that the Joker kicking out and knocking him off his feet took him completely by surprise.
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"Now, uh..." He licked blood off his lips and grit his teeth, squeezing the breath out of Lex with a vicious growl before he removed one hand the mockingly pet the rioting mans head like calming an angry dog. "Shhh, shhh....it's gonna be...okay, heheheehee...just," And he cleared his throat. "Calm down now, Lexy. I'm gonna make it all better."
He nodded his head, as if backing up what he said as truth. Yet as he petted Lex, Joker's hand still tightened around the mans throat. Slowly cutting off his air supply.
"When you wake up," he grinned brightly and chuckled. "It's gonna be a whole new world." He lowered his bleeding and bare face to look straight in Lex's eyes. "And you're going to help me destroy it."
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