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[laughingfish]

"I need to change my travel agent," Joker groused to himself, flicking a spatter of grey matter and bone chips off one jacket-sleeve. The too-long sleeve rolled down, his hand vanishing. The only thing that stuck out was the long barrel of the pistol he carried. "Hhmph. Need to see a tailor, too, come to think of it. I'll have to staple a note

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[femme_du_chat]

It is a good, good thing that Selina has been getting up and around more. In fact, that the cast is all but off her ankle. She's dressed in a comfortable looking sweater and long skirt. It is a good thing because as she comes out of her room and looks toward the rapping on the window she has two impulses.

The first is to run. Which is intelligent and stupid at the same time. Handy that. The second is to kick him in the face and watch him fall to the ground below. Also much the same. So what she takes, is option three.

Making her way over to the window, showing hardly any limp at all, she opens the window, eyes narrowed at him just a bit. "It doesn't matter if I invited you in or not, since you'll come inside either way."

[laughingfish]

"Well, I'd prefer not having to shoot my way in. Running low on bullets. I'm in a conservation phase." He twirled the pistol idly, pointing it lazily over one shoulder. "Want to bet I can hit someone like this? I know I'd like those odds..."

[femme_du_chat]

"I'd really rather not take those odds and I'd really rather not get shot." Selina makes her way back into her apartment, starting to head toward her kitchen. She really needs something to drink. Coffee sounds good right about now.

She's leaving the window open for him to come inside.

[laughingfish]

He clambers in slowly, nimbly sidestepping a cat who's lounging beneath the window. Joker chuckles, putting the gun into an inner pocket of his coat, patting it.

"I'm going to be covered head-to-toe in hair when I leave here, aren't I, Kitty?"