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[LOG] 10-22 Joker Hatter

Oct 22, 2008 21:40

Who: Joker and Hatter
When: Evening, Wednesday
Where: Hatter's house
Rating: TBA
Warnings: Them
Summary: Joker finally comes over for tea.

( Trust me, I'll be there when you need me. There's no need to fear. Everyone's here waiting for you to finally be one of us... )

batman: the joker, !incomplete

Comments 37

allthisviolence October 23 2008, 02:13:57 UTC

The Mad Hatter's house was kind of a shithole. Like most of the houses on the lower level, it looked like it was about to fall apart, and all the windows were boarded up, meaning inside, it was particularily dark, even for Purgatorium. The Joker didn't exactly mind, he just found it a little unbelievable that someone like the Hatter - who fancied himself a Proper English Gentleman or something of the sort - settled to live in a place like this. He supposed, laughing to himself, that it was better than having no home at all. Which was exactly what the Joker did. If he needed a house, he'd find a vacant one, use it until its purpose was fulfilled, and that was that. The Hatter didn't seem like the wandering type ( ... )

madhatterholle October 23 2008, 02:20:52 UTC

The Mad Hatter was like the viciously insane member of any heist gang: brutal, difficult to deal with and yet cherished and handled with care by the boss. He did what he wanted, no matter what people thought of him.

Which was why there were smiles drawn in blood on his walls, and bloody splatters on the floors, ceiling, door, boarded windows, wherever he happened to have thrown himself in a rage. The house looked weak, but it had stood against all of the Mad Hatter's temper tantrums.

It was practically painted red. "Come in," the Hatter called, before taking a sip of tea. His face was healing, somewhat; the cut across his cheek was scabbing and his clothes were fixed up.

allthisviolence October 23 2008, 02:33:57 UTC

[[OOC: So the Mad Hatter is like Alex DeLarge?]]

"Doesn't even have the courtesy to answer the fucking door," Joker said to himself with a laugh, as he pushed the doorknob and stepped into the bloodstained room.

"Ah. Charming decor," he said sarcastically, striding over to where the Hatter was. He took a set across from the other man and gestured with his head at the tea kettle, waiting for the Hatter to pour some for him.

He was not particularily eager to help himself.

madhatterholle October 23 2008, 02:36:52 UTC

"I heard that," the Hatter said in a singsong voice, picking up the tea pot and a cup and saucer. "Lest you forget, I am crippled currently." A pause, as he poured the tea. "And I'll give you my decorator's name as soon as I can find his card."

A smirk as he pushed the teacup over to the Joker, then picked up his own again and sipped it.

Pointedly ignoring any and all subject of the knife, which was what he assumed the Joker had come for.

allthisviolence October 23 2008, 02:40:57 UTC

"Funny how you're crippled now, but didn't seem to have much trouble moving the night you sustained the injury, ain't it?" he asked with a smirk, ignoring the Hatter's other comments.

He looked down at the teacup, steam rising steadily from its watery content. Smiling all the while, he skeptically asked, "Uh. What kind is this?"

As if he knew anything about tea.