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[thegoddamnjoker]

WHO: The Joker, Beth Turner
WHAT: Daddy pays a visit.
WHERE: Pizzeria.
WHEN: Afternoon. Day 127.

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[blonde_reporter]

Beth was putting Kira's latest report on his desk, when she heard the horrible scream. Her eye's widened and she quickly walked out of the office, and towards the door, spotting the Joker. Her face paled. It wasn't that he somehow found out where she was. That didn't bother her as much. He WAS the god damn Joker for god's sake. But it was the fact she was face to face with a fucking COMIC BOOK character.

"I'm not your Honey, Joker." She called out angerily, crossing her arms across her chest, glaring at him stubbornly.

[thegoddamnjoker]

Feisty, feisty. What a naughty little girl. Did Daddy have to show her some manners? Ah, women. Always had a fight in them nowadays. An interesting turn of events in this new age, new world with women carrying pepper spray and pistols in their pretty handbooks.

The Joker licked his lips, smoothed down his hair, approaching the lovely blond. Blonds. Becoming a theme now, wasn't it? Maybe it was just his ~thing~

"Aw, don't be like that," he cooed before reaching out to grab her neck.

[blonde_reporter]

Eww. He was even worse in person. All that make-up... it made the blonde shudder. Sure, he was her favorite character in the fandom, but not in person. She thought it was bad enough to talk to him through the journals. She unconsciously reached for her purse that she usually carried with her, and realized it didn't manage to come with her.

No gun.

No pepper spray.

No weapons.

She watched him reach toward her, and scrunched her face up before taking a small step back, but still feeling his hand brush against the side of her neck. "Don't touch me." She snarled, glaring still. "What do you want, Joker."

[darkknightfall]

Provoking the Joker, of all people. She reminded him of Lois, hassling Luthor. But, much as he liked Lois, Batman knew there was a reason there wasn't a reporter as bold as her in Gotham. They were all dead.

Now, unless Batman was fast enough, smart enough, she would be, too.

Three had already died because of him, because he hadn't been able to stop the Joker yet, possibly more. He wouldn't let a fourth be added to that list.

It didn't matter to him that he was vaulting across the rooftops in full costume in broad daylight, it didn't matter. The bounties didn't matter now.

Not when lives were on the line.

Swooping into the building, cloak drawn around him, he rose, a living shadow, a bastion of darkness as he glared at the Clown Prince of Crime.

"Let her go."

[thegoddamnjoker]

Got away, stepped back with only a few inches to spare. The Joker clicked his tongue, shaking his head at such a display of noncooperation. Women. Can't stand them, but can't live without them.

"I just want to see a smile on that face," he purred, reaching into his coat jacket, and revealing a small knife. "You're too uptight. You ought to loosen up."

Stepped toward, inch by inch, foot by foot, reaching out to grab her again, and this time making sure not to miss.

Then there was that beautifully familiar voice behind him. The Joker did not have to turn around. The Joker did not have to make any sudden moves. He raised his arms, knife in his hand, wiggling it around between his fingers, and a vicious smile widened on his bleached face.

"Awww, up so early, Batsy?"

[blonde_reporter]

Oh great. Not only was she stalked by Joker, she had to be rescued like some damsel in distress by the infamous Batman. If Mick, if he ever got dragged here, heard of that, he'd most definately laugh at her.

"Hi... Batman." She said hesitantly, taking the chance to take another few steps back away from the Joker. He had his hands up and out of the way, knife still dangling between his fingers. "But, I could have delt with him myself." She said hesitantly. If she had her gun, she would have. At least long enough to get away.