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[championoftime]

Who: Seven and whoever...
What: Zero gathering post. For those coming in to see their inmates or whatever.
Where: ...Zero
When: Today
Warnings & Notes: None as of yet, but who knows. As usual, tagged starting posts.

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[dominie]

Dr. Smith entered Zero with a bowl of pumpkin soup and a sliver of preserved meat. No spoon or anything, just the plastic bowl and a bit of paper to keep the meat from touching his hands. He went to the Joker's cell, slipped the food through the slot along with the meat, and then went to sit in the space beside of his cell.

He'd just, wait here for a while. Until someone needed him, that is.

[dominie]

"A set of new eyes every other century and billions of years of time to pick and choose from. Saves you a bit of boredom. Zagreus supposedly waits at the very end of time to devour us all. Just like the toclophane will come in the night to make off with you. Many cultures seem to delight in scaring children." It seemed to him a far lesser degree of what the Joker did. Though he managed to do it with adults.

"Self-preservation tends to make one earnest. You can have fun with it when you're certain you're going to win. Losing, however, tends to wipe the smile off a man's face." That went for both of them, even if the Joker's was permanent.

...Well, if the Joker even really registered what a loss was, anymore. He seemed stripped of everything except his self-perceived madness, even what was probably once a respectably handsome visage. He wondered who did it to him. Who either did it, or drove him to the point that he would do it to himself. That surrounding himself with madness was just easier than bothering with it

[ahahaaahooo]

There was silence for a while, he thought over what the Doctor had said and what he hadn't.

"It doesn't scare me. Dying." He shook his head, drew his legs up tighter into his body. "Happens to everyone. Present company excepted."

"I just expected something more..." He drifted off, then cast his eyes sideways, to Seven. "More." He finished shortly, sniffing and turning away. What was it about darkness that made it easier to speak, to let things slip. He pressed his lips into a line.

[dominie]

"It's still a death of sorts, regeneration. I enjoy being me. Seeing with the potency I see with. I'm not as physically fast and strong, but my senses are impeccable in this form. My mind is sharper and less foggy. I've not had it before. Possibly I won't have it again. ...But I'm not scared of dying so much as I have a robust possessive nature of my continued existence."

He did the same as the Joker, almost unconsciously, wrapping his arms around his knees and gripping at a wrist.

"...Though... yes. It's almost embarrassing, losing it to this." He still had every intention of getting the Joker to somewhere warmer tomorrow, if the heat didn't pick up. Do something, anyway.

[ahahaaahooo]

"We all want to make our mark. Go out with a bang." But then dying in some minor riot in Arkham was just as depressing thought. He tended to avoid thinking it.

He shuffled around until he was facing the bars, not leaning against them. "Do you really think you can do it? Redeem me?" He laughs hoarsely. "What if this is it? End of the line. Your time's up." He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the bars. "You didn't get very far, did you?"

[dominie]

He did die miserably. By an accident. Shot down in an alley, in a happenstance shooting not even intended for him, wounds he could recover from. But then taken to a hospital and killed by the defibrillators because they'd been placed over both his hearts. How dull.

He turned a bit at hearing the Joker shift around, brow knitting up. "You're assuming that I didn't get what I wanted all along. That you haven't been giving me precisely what I wanted already. And what if it's not. What if in a fit of spite at the last moment, the ship's power reappears in a grandiose display. Were the lights to turn on, which one of us would be smiling as if somehow, they had won."

[ahahaaahooo]

"Go on then. Enlighten me. How have I been playing into your hands? The only difference between us right now, is that I'm on one side of the bars, and you're on the other. That isn't victory, not by a long shot."

And yes, he is regretting this rambling little talk they've had, going over to see if he's accidentally given anything important away. He's no fool. The warden will figure him out eventually, given enough time. But what time they've had isn't enough, of that at least, he is sure.

[dominie]

"Oh, have no doubt that I feel the ill parts of your character are indeed true. I understand them quite well. But I earned extra time. I actually chose this mission, rather than having it forced upon me. I can work toward a cause that may seem insurmountably difficult, but I've become accustomed to unimaginable extremes. Success or not, I at least have the gratification that I didn't give up, and it was someone worthy of my attention."

He leaned his shoulder against the wall, leaning precariously near the bars almost as a taunt. "I may not be going out with a bang, but I've gotten my request of the Admiral whether or not you have been redeemed. A minor victory. But you take them where you can get them."

[ahahaaahooo]

"Interesting way of looking at it. My own nature, my irredeemability counts as a win, to you. You do take them where you can get them. And where you can't, apparently."

He considered the narrowing space between them, but didn't do anything crazy, like leap forwards and attempt to throttle his warden, not yet anyway.

"And what if everything goes back to normal, what will you do then?"

[dominie]

"What is it that you'll expect me to do?" He asked, because he knew that some parts of his personality were utterly predictable. Other parts very much weren't.

[ahahaaahooo]

"Ah ah." He wagged his finger. "I asked first."

But he relented. "You'll say it was all a test. All part of the plan." He tilted his head. "And you'll let me out." Or at least, he really hoped he would. Even if the power came back, prison was booring.

Derp, I lost this tag.

[dominie]

At that point, the Doctor pulled back to resume his former position at the side of the cell. Rather than answer the question, he settled in with his arms around his knees.

"You're quite correct, the primary difference between us being that you're on the that side of the bars, and I am on mine. So I'll believe I'll sit here for a while. The dark can be quite maddening if you're alone in it."

[ahahaaahooo]

He rolled his eyes. Two could play at that game. And he resolved to keep quiet from now on.

... And not mention the fact that the Doctor's presence, unwanted though he was in many ways, was in fact a reassurance in this instance, even to a man like Joker.

[OOC:Could we end the thread here actually? Unless there was something important we haven't covered?]

Sounds good to me.

[dominie]