Parker was sitting cross-legged on a bench, wearing glasses and an unassuming outfit, ostensibly sketching something. What she was really doing was planning a break-in. She hadn't stolen anything aside from a wallet here and there in over a month, and it was starting to get to her nerves.
She'd done a carefully detailed drawing of the museum layout, along with the visible air ducts, alarms, and guard stations she'd scoped out. Of course, she had no crew, no equipment, almost no time to plan, and House to be careful of, but she liked the challenge.
Joker let his eyes wander over the lone sketcher. She didn't look out of place, not at first glance, but when you compared her to the revellers, took in the lateness of the hour. He began to walk closer, staying out of her line of sight.
He recognised her as well, didn't know the name, but the face he'd seen before. A barge denizen then. Unlikely to be a Gothamite, if Gotham was fiction here. And anyway, he'd made it his mission to learn all he could about the criminals in Gotham. If she were one of them, he'd know her name.
He advanced close enough that she might begin to sense his presence, that sixth sense-paranoia that people on the wrong side of the law shared with those too far on the right side. Like the bat, for instance.
Parker could feel someone watching her. She glanced around, trying to pretend she was just casually scanning the crowd. There was some weird-looking guy watching her. It took her a moment to remember that she'd seen him before on the barge.
She frowned at him, trying to make him go away. She wanted to be alone with her plans!
He grinned as she made eye contact totally ignoring the clear go-away signals, and moved round the bench to sit down beside her. He blatantly leaned over her shoulder to get a glance of the sketch, before looking back at her. "Well hello there." The grin widened. "I've seen you before, haven't I?"
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She'd done a carefully detailed drawing of the museum layout, along with the visible air ducts, alarms, and guard stations she'd scoped out. Of course, she had no crew, no equipment, almost no time to plan, and House to be careful of, but she liked the challenge.
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He recognised her as well, didn't know the name, but the face he'd seen before. A barge denizen then. Unlikely to be a Gothamite, if Gotham was fiction here. And anyway, he'd made it his mission to learn all he could about the criminals in Gotham. If she were one of them, he'd know her name.
He advanced close enough that she might begin to sense his presence, that sixth sense-paranoia that people on the wrong side of the law shared with those too far on the right side. Like the bat, for instance.
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She frowned at him, trying to make him go away. She wanted to be alone with her plans!
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