Seeing that the Joker was heading to the Carnival, Terry rushed out after him from where he stayed in Twinklebat and over to where the clown was heading.
Of all people to walk into this place, the Joker had to be one of them. Someone who knew of Gotham and knew of Batman and Terry had to hold his tongue talking to him to make sure he didn't say too much. If Terry revealed he was from Gotham, he would automatically be suspected as being the Batman wandering around here. That wouldn't help him at all.
Still, there was something off about this man claiming to be the Joker. They talked similar, they cackled pretty much the same but, the whole look was nothing like Terry knew of the Joker when he fought him.
Could be just a rogue Jokerz gang member finding himself in a strange place and trying to pass himself off as the original. If that was it, he was not impressed.
Folding up the wings, he landed at the entrance and slowly started to wander around. That Joker was here somewhere but, bet he wasn't expecting a bat to follow.
It didn't take the Joker very long to find the Shooting Gallery. He found a rather large set of booths situated on the western end of the park. The first booth was an archery range. Three bows rested against the edge of the table, with large bullseyes set up several meters away, amidst mountains of hay. Another booth featured a set of small water pistols, meant to knock down a set of sturdy-looking glass milk-bottles. Water pistols? The Joker seethed in disappointment.
The third booth was more focused on Target Practice than anything else. It had an assortment of bullseyes set up a few feet away. On the table lay a small assortment of throwing knives. The clown's eyes lit up like Christmas morning.
"Now we're talkin'."
The Joker shrugged off his tattered trenchcoat, setting it down on a nearby stool. He picked up one of the knives in his right hand, fixing his aim on one of the bullseyes ahead of him. He flexed his arm, preparing to throw...
BZZZZZZZZT. Interference on a nearby loudspeaker forced him to throw before he was
( ... )
The crash of glass tipped him off to the general location of where the Joker might be so, wings spreading out again, he shot upwards and glided towards the noise. Even though it was dark, he could tell that mop of green hair any ways, even if it was a little ragged looking then the clean cut Joker he knew of.
And why was he not surprised that the Joker was throwing knives instead of going for the little squirt guns?
Looking now, his opinion didn’t change. Purple suit, white face, green hair. It was the basics of the Joker motif but, it was by far not the same Joker he fought before.
Still, if this was a fake Joker, there was no need for Terry to take him seriously. He didn’t take the original one seriously and ended up beating him because of it. Maybe he could have a little fun messing with this clown. So he glided up overhead to land on the roof of the shooting gallery, almost certain that him just passing over would have cast the bat like shadow.
Loki was already halfway through his second round at the knives when a newcomer came up.
He raised an eloquent eyebrow at the guy's appearance. Typical jester, but there was something much, much more sinister about that smile, that gait, that easy swagger.
Loki grinned. It looked like this guy had a couple of tricks up his sleeve.
"Got a good eye, boyo?" he asked, flipping a knife up and down in his hand.
Though the Joker twitched in response, it was but for a second. The park was pretty dimly lit at night; he hadn't even noticed this stranger at the knife-throwing booth. He cocked his head slightly at the stranger, almost like a confused bloodhound. Though the Joker's expression was vacant, his mind was racing. As it always did. As the clown held the knife in his gloved hand, the shine of its reflection bounced against his eyes. His scarred lips extended in a cheeky smirk.
"Presumably not, uh, if I didn't even notice you, pal," he sneered. "But, ah, despite that, yeah. I'd say so."
Loki snickered, before flipping the knife one more time and throwing it - right in the direction of one of the caretakers. The figure shrieked, faceless, dropped to the ground, and the knife safely thudded into the grass at where his feet would have been if he hadn't moved.
"Oh, sorry, distracted!" He called, but anyone looking closely would know that he threw that one deliberately.
Loki turned back his attention to the newcomer, and picked up another throwing knife. "Keeps them on their toes, you know. I was wondering how they could see, being faceless, but I guess some of their reflexes are better than the others."
The clown laughed. He liked this guy's flippant demeanor. His quick wit. His desire to test the world. His lack of concern for consequences. Almost reminded the Joker of a certain clown he knew...
The Joker, likewise, began casually flipping the knife he was holding up and down as he spoke..
"Oh, yeah. Yeah. Believe me, pal, I've seen a lot of things in my profession. I've seen two-faced creeps, but, uh, no faces? ...that's new. Gotta hand it to you, though, it---ah, it takes a real man to stare down life and... and not be afraid to ask the big stuff, y'know? 'Course, it might not be the best thing to do, but, ah
( ... )
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Of all people to walk into this place, the Joker had to be one of them. Someone who knew of Gotham and knew of Batman and Terry had to hold his tongue talking to him to make sure he didn't say too much. If Terry revealed he was from Gotham, he would automatically be suspected as being the Batman wandering around here. That wouldn't help him at all.
Still, there was something off about this man claiming to be the Joker. They talked similar, they cackled pretty much the same but, the whole look was nothing like Terry knew of the Joker when he fought him.
Could be just a rogue Jokerz gang member finding himself in a strange place and trying to pass himself off as the original. If that was it, he was not impressed.
Folding up the wings, he landed at the entrance and slowly started to wander around. That Joker was here somewhere but, bet he wasn't expecting a bat to follow.
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The third booth was more focused on Target Practice than anything else. It had an assortment of bullseyes set up a few feet away. On the table lay a small assortment of throwing knives. The clown's eyes lit up like Christmas morning.
"Now we're talkin'."
The Joker shrugged off his tattered trenchcoat, setting it down on a nearby stool. He picked up one of the knives in his right hand, fixing his aim on one of the bullseyes ahead of him. He flexed his arm, preparing to throw...
BZZZZZZZZT. Interference on a nearby loudspeaker forced him to throw before he was ( ... )
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And why was he not surprised that the Joker was throwing knives instead of going for the little squirt guns?
Looking now, his opinion didn’t change. Purple suit, white face, green hair. It was the basics of the Joker motif but, it was by far not the same Joker he fought before.
Still, if this was a fake Joker, there was no need for Terry to take him seriously. He didn’t take the original one seriously and ended up beating him because of it. Maybe he could have a little fun messing with this clown. So he glided up overhead to land on the roof of the shooting gallery, almost certain that him just passing over would have cast the bat like shadow.
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He raised an eloquent eyebrow at the guy's appearance. Typical jester, but there was something much, much more sinister about that smile, that gait, that easy swagger.
Loki grinned. It looked like this guy had a couple of tricks up his sleeve.
"Got a good eye, boyo?" he asked, flipping a knife up and down in his hand.
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"Presumably not, uh, if I didn't even notice you, pal," he sneered. "But, ah, despite that, yeah. I'd say so."
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"Oh, sorry, distracted!" He called, but anyone looking closely would know that he threw that one deliberately.
Loki turned back his attention to the newcomer, and picked up another throwing knife. "Keeps them on their toes, you know. I was wondering how they could see, being faceless, but I guess some of their reflexes are better than the others."
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The Joker, likewise, began casually flipping the knife he was holding up and down as he spoke..
"Oh, yeah. Yeah. Believe me, pal, I've seen a lot of things in my profession. I've seen two-faced creeps, but, uh, no faces? ...that's new. Gotta hand it to you, though, it---ah, it takes a real man to stare down life and... and not be afraid to ask the big stuff, y'know? 'Course, it might not be the best thing to do, but, ah ( ... )
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