...You know. If you ever get the itching to play Joker, I have Ra's al Ghul and Two-Face in my head. Mind you, they're the movie versions and Two-Face is of the Tommy Lee Jones variety (because I like him better). Dick is the only DC character that I've had the patience to get to know the comic version of, besides Slade. ...But I don't play Slade.
Thank God.
We need to play those two again too, because I've slowly been getting my Grayson muse back and he has looong grown up since you last played with him. Not quite the "black & white view" boring one that your Slade is used to. ;)
Slade: You know, contrary to popular opinion, I'm not that into children.
Joker: *talking through a puppet* Denial isn't just a river in Egypt. *rolls his eyes and covers the puppet's mouth with his free hand* Don't mind him. He just can't stand when people lie to themselves.
Slade: *turns to glare at him, single eye narrowed--- a hand falls on his shoulder*
Jason: If you don't mind, Wilson-- I have dibs on this one.
Slade: By all means.
Jason: By any. *he looks back and the Joker is gone, leaving the puppet sitting on the stool in his place* Uh-oh. *the puppet is ticking... they both dive away as it explodes. Jason coughs as debris rains down on them, and looks over at Slade.* Did someone say Dickie-boy was back?
Oh dear. I attract your muses like a dead horse to flies.
Dick: *snoozing on conveniently placed couch, unwoken by explosions and talking*
Well, he's alive... I'm still working on the 'waking him up' thing.
Ra's: And this is how a supposed hero spends his time. *suddenly sitting on the arm of the couch; clicks his tongue* And Bruce's prodigy, no less. What a waste.
Joker: *disembodied voice* I'm not a fan of dead horses, really. They just scream 'mafia', and who needs that noise?
Jason: *sitting on the arm of the couch, Polaroid camera in hand* Hey, Wilson--- wanna take compromising pictures while he's asleep? We could mail 'em to Bats and the baby bird, and maybe his faggy archer buddy. Whats his name--- Harper.
Slade: *arches an eyebrow* You know, I think I might actually like you, kid. *looks at Ra's* A tiger at rest is still a tiger, Ra's. You should know that by now.
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Thank God.
We need to play those two again too, because I've slowly been getting my Grayson muse back and he has looong grown up since you last played with him. Not quite the "black & white view" boring one that your Slade is used to. ;)
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Joker: *talking through a puppet* Denial isn't just a river in Egypt. *rolls his eyes and covers the puppet's mouth with his free hand* Don't mind him. He just can't stand when people lie to themselves.
Slade: *turns to glare at him, single eye narrowed--- a hand falls on his shoulder*
Jason: If you don't mind, Wilson-- I have dibs on this one.
Slade: By all means.
Jason: By any. *he looks back and the Joker is gone, leaving the puppet sitting on the stool in his place* Uh-oh. *the puppet is ticking... they both dive away as it explodes. Jason coughs as debris rains down on them, and looks over at Slade.* Did someone say Dickie-boy was back?
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Dick: *snoozing on conveniently placed couch, unwoken by explosions and talking*
Well, he's alive... I'm still working on the 'waking him up' thing.
Ra's: And this is how a supposed hero spends his time. *suddenly sitting on the arm of the couch; clicks his tongue* And Bruce's prodigy, no less. What a waste.
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Jason: *sitting on the arm of the couch, Polaroid camera in hand* Hey, Wilson--- wanna take compromising pictures while he's asleep? We could mail 'em to Bats and the baby bird, and maybe his faggy archer buddy. Whats his name--- Harper.
Slade: *arches an eyebrow* You know, I think I might actually like you, kid. *looks at Ra's* A tiger at rest is still a tiger, Ra's. You should know that by now.
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