[LOG] 10-26 Joker Hatter

[madhatterholle]

Who: The Joker and the Mad Hatter
When: Evening, Sunday-Morning Monday?
Where: Hatter's house
Rating: TBA
Warnings: Them; Hatter is still injured
Summary: Joker goes over Hatter's place so he won't get rained all over.

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[allthisviolence]

The Joker didn't bother knocking on the door this time. Aside from the fact that he knew the Hatter wasn't going to answer, the storm had been battering him for hours and he wasn't going to waste another second caught in the rain and the wind. A mere second after he found himself on the Hatter's doorstep he had burst into the inside of the run-down shack of a house, breathing heavily, muttering, to himself, "Unbelievable."

"Good evening, 'Hatter," he raised his voice to say, sighing briefly before he walked over to where his friend was sitting, quite calm in appearance, which was strange - almost unsettling - in itself. He sat down cross-legged on the floor beside the Hatter, his drenched clothing and skin dripping all over the place. He didn't say anything else.

He wondered what his friend was thinking of.

[madhatterholle]

The Hatter glanced over at him out of the corner of his eye, one eyebrow raised, before, with his free hand, he grabbed one of his blankets - he had horded three from a random theft - over the Joker's head.

"Dry yourself off. You look like a wet rat."

Picking up the teakettle, he added some fresh hot water to his tea to warm it up. He seemed perfectly comfortable; there was a leak down the wall across them, but nothing that bothered him.

[allthisviolence]

"Oof!"

He had not been expecting to have anything thrown at him, even a blanket, and it seemed the Hatter had particularly good aim today, because the thing swooped in and landed right on top of the Joker, so his head had to dig his way out of it later, as he wrapped it tightly around his body. He hadn't noticed until just now how cold he was; he was actually shivering.

"You don't look so hot yourself," he murmurmed to the Hatter, gesturing towards the man's propped-up leg.

He paused. Then, frowning, he gestured towards the teacup in the Hatter's hand. It looked warm. Swallowing his pride, he asked, "Hey. Can I have some?"

He was really fucking cold, okay.

[madhatterholle]

Both eyebrows went up - he hadn't been expecting the Joker to accept the blanket like that. Picking up another, he wrapped it snugly around the other, giving him a cheeky grin and pinching his cheek. "Good boy. You get nice and warm now."

Being a man of hospitable talents - and knowing Joker would probably never willingly accept tea ever again - the Hatter poured him a cup and slid it over. Leaning his back against the wall again, he shrugged. "Feels fine," he said simply. "This is just precautionary." He did move it up and down now and then so it wouldn't go numb, but other than that, he had no real medical history.

[allthisviolence]

He scowled as the Mad Hatter babied him, not saying a word in reply as he snuggled deeper into the two blankets, not even bothering to make eye contact with the Hatter. He accepted the cup of tea without making a big deal out of it, without saying thank you, he just reached one arm out from under the blanket-shell and gripped the cup, bringing it up to his lips and drinking it slowly. He wasn't fond of the taste at all, but he managed not to scowl. It was warm and warm felt good right now. He was only human, after all.

He cleared his throat and started up the conversation again once the Hatter mentioned his leg. "So, does that mean you're no longer interested in having your head bashed in?" He spoke in a faux pouty voice, laughing slightly at the end of the sentence before having another sip of tea.