From my heart and from my hand, why don't people understand

[thebetterbat]

Who: Dr. Kirk Langstrom & The Joker
When: Afternoon
Where: Kirk's apartment
Summary: The Joker has an idea for a new gag.
Warnings: N/A
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[he_is_wild]

The Coyote's bag was always full of tricks. A controller for a Man-Bat seemed like a good one.

Joker had shown up in Langstrom's apartment with the intention of simply lifting this device, whatever it was, and walking out again. A quick trip through the spartan rooms, though, left him convinced that the scientist must have carried with him. Smart man.

Never one to give up on an idea once he had one, Joker decided the best course of action would be to wait for Langstrom to come and bring the toy with him. So, he made himself at home.

The refrigerator was still hanging open and he was about to bite into a freshly prepared ham sandwich when someone came in the door.

"-You!"

"Me!" the clown babbled, excitedly, and held the sandwich out. "I was just making myself some lunch. Want some?"

[thebetterbat]

Terror and outrage vied for first place in the tier of Langstrom's emotions.

Outrage gained the first foothold.

"You - That's my food! How the hell did you get in here?! Get out! You aren't welcome!" The small scientist shook with rage, and his pink eyes darted about - looking for signs of damage, for thugs... and possibly for something he could use as a weapon.

Damn, damn, damn, why is he here? The Clown Prince was the last person Langstrom would have expected to see show up on his doorstep, much less in his kitchen. It made no sense. He suddenly regretted that he didn't own a gun.

"What do you want?" the albino snarled, slowly edging sideways towards a side table. The lamp was the closest thing he had to a weapon. "You have no right waltzing into my home!"

[he_is_wild]

Joker smirked and tilted his head.

This Langstrom was of small build...and an albino. Not at all like the one he knew from home. The multiverses could be pretty funny. He wondered what the Joker of this Langstrom's world was like. Was he as handsome? As clever? ...No, surely not. How could he be?

"Kirk, Kirk, relax," the clown purred as he walked over to the scientist and slung an arm around his shoulders, drinking in the hatred, anger and fear that now flooded the room.

"I saw you weren't here so I let myself in. I thought you wouldn't mind, since we're such good buddies!"

At this he leaned his face in close to the other man's.

"We...are good buddies...right?"

[thebetterbat]

If there was one thing Kirk hated more than an invasion of privacy, it was an invasion of space. He absolutely abhorred physical contact. So to have the Joker of all people slinging an arm around him and leaning in close (too damn close!) - well.

The scientist shuddered and stiffened and couldn't hope to mask his appalled expression. ...Or the terrified twitch of his limbs. He'd roomed with Joker in Arkham for a time; he knew what the man was capable of.

He had to handle this carefully.

"Langstrom," he corrected in a hiss, swallowing back a further angered explosion. He tried to slip out from under the clown's arm. "Dr. Langstrom. ...And I don't know what you mean." Carefully. Not an outright denial - who knew what would set the lunatic off?