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Living in every day combat, day to day, commuter riot

Dec 07, 2010 12:08

Who: Joker, Tim, later Seven
What: Stunning is not nearly enough of a punishment. Tim's off to beat the crap out of Joker.
When: After this thread.
Where: Zero

( Don't think you're safe cause it's not over )

joker, the doctor (seventh), tim drake

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ahahaaahooo December 7 2010, 19:27:46 UTC

Joker had revived in the cells, looking around at the unwelcomely familiar surroundings with a twist of his lips.

He'd settled himself on the bed, arms behind his back, wondering when his warden would show, when he heard the doors to the cells open. He frowned. Earlier, much earlier than expected. He rose to sit on the edge of the bed.

Only it wasn't Seven, and whoever it was certainly wasn't following the rules. Weapons? In the cell with him?

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise."

peektuttut December 7 2010, 19:41:06 UTC

The batarang disappeared into Tim's back pocket again; he didn't like using them in close quarters, and it wasn't as if he wanted to use it. He was more than happy to split his knuckles on Joker's face.

"Sure it is." That was about when his control broke; he closed the distance between them in a few quick strides, arm pulling back and snapping forward once he was close enough, fist aimed squarely at one very white cheek.

ahahaaahooo December 7 2010, 19:52:48 UTC

Joker's watched him approach and didn't raise a hand to defend himself from the punch. His head snapped back on impact. He righted himself, now raising his hand slowly to touch his cheek. That'd be a fine bruise. He grinned, the expression pulling at the scar tissue in his cheek painfully.

"Don't I get to know the name of my attacker?" He stood, rolling his shoulders. Then leaned forward. "I think I can guess the reason you're here," he goaded, pulling his smile even wider.

peektuttut December 7 2010, 20:01:13 UTC

"You'll figure it out eventually," Tim snarled, and his fist snapped out again, this time low, aiming up into Joker's stomach. If he doubled over, Tim would be ready to drive his knee into the other man's jaw. He didn't know that Shego had let him kill her, didn't know that there was a lot more to this, and he didn't care.

Joker had killed her. That was all that mattered right now.

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