[video]

[he_is_wild]

[Joker is sitting in his manly bean bag chair, stretching languidly. Those who have prior experience with him will notice a very particular twinkle in his eye...He's been thinking.]

Been a while since we've had a nice little sit-down and just chatted, hasn't it? So, what's haps, chaps?

[He takes a sip of something in a white paper cup.]Myself?

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video;

[cowboy_newsie]

Someone who don't wanna be terrorized? Just a guess.

video;

[cowboy_newsie]

Jesus Christ, you son of a bitch, where are you!

video;

[he_is_wild]

Some big ole rock off the coast of Canada.

voice;

[cowboy_newsie]

[He glares, studying the area behind the Joker, and then switches it to voice. It's apparent he's racing to where-- or where he thinks-- the Joker is.]

[reaction]

[he_is_wild]

[Joker steps into an alleyway, not at all far from the street he was in and just waits a bit, whistling to himself.]

[action] IF YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE THIS LET ME KNOW

[cowboy_newsie]

[And soon Jack arrives, his NV in his pocket, now shut. He strides along the street, glancing around-- there's not much hope the Joker will still be there, but he can hope. Jack has a knife in one hand, held expertly.]

[action]

[he_is_wild]

[Joker is leaning against the wall of an alleyway, his hands tucked into his sleeves, concealing a knife and a razor-edged playing card. Both are laced in his venom. He's whistling nonchalantly.]

[action]

[cowboy_newsie]

[He turns when he hears the whistling, his knife flicking up defensively.]

You son of a bitch.

[action]

[he_is_wild]

[He grins, and looks at Jack out of the corner of his eye, not bothering to shift his stance or gaze directly at him.]

Oh, goodie, you came. I was worried you'd gotten lost.

[action]

[cowboy_newsie]

[Jack tenses, but stays a good few feet away from the Joker, aware how deadly he is.]

Not a chance.

[A pause.]

You know you can't hurt me, right? So fightin' is pointless.

[action]

[he_is_wild]

Is that so?

[Now he does turn towards him, drawing his weapons from his sleeves.]

Can the boy be harmed!? Must find out! FOR SCIENCE!

[action]

[cowboy_newsie]

[He crouches, holding his knife out, looking ready to dodge.]

[action]

[he_is_wild]

[Joker kicks out with all of his strength, in an attempt to field goal Jack in the face with a Cuban heel]

[action]

[cowboy_newsie]

[He dodges that, darting backwards, but it's a near miss, and Jack hisses in panic.]

[action]

[he_is_wild]

[He throws the card, prepared to throw the knife into whatever direction Jack dodges towards]

[action]

[cowboy_newsie]

[The card catches the edge of his arm, flying past him, while the knife hits him squarely in the stomach. Jack falls with a loud cry of pain, his fingers yanking out the blade-- but it's too late.

For a few seconds, dark blood blossoms on his shirt, staining it red. The wound stitches itself up within a few seconds, but by then the venom is already in his bloodstream.]