Taking a big gulp, he hoped that this one time, the truth would help him. “You see, my ceiling challenged friend, I was merely passing by. I had to hide from Batman somewhere, and the place was empty.” he shrugged his shoulders, a shiver rolled down his back as he looked into those very large and hate filled eyes. “Honest.”
He growled under his breath, “Where batman!? Grundy smash Batman!” he roared down at the clown, “Batman hurt Grundy, so Grundy hurt Batman.” he snarled, before his eyes landed on the Joker.
“Clowns try hurt Grundy, Grundy smash them. Grundy smash you too?”
“No no no” Joker said quickly and put his hands up to shield himself from any sort of hit from Grundy. He needed to make a mental note of this place, so that no matter how desperate, he would rather Arkham over this place. “Batman is gone, sadly, but I didn’t know that you don’t like’em too. Maybe I can help you hurt him. You see, I know where he lurks. All Grundy would need to do, is follow me, and smash away.” he started his giggling at such a twisted and simple plan.
She smirked, rolling her eyes. “Liar,” she said, in regards to his story, then, “You need the shares?” She wasn’t looking at him as she spoke, instead still reading the paper. The information at her fingertips… Internally she relished it.
How in blue blazes did she see through that so quickly? Maybe it was a showbiz thing? “So close, yet so far.” he said, “Truth is, I want that network, because it will be national television, and I can fulfill my dreams of being on TV, without a news reporter or cop in my face!” he gritted his teeth, as he became more angry at the thought of how he was published in the media.
“They ain’ gonn’ lets youse on TV.” She stated it matter-of-factly, without question. “No matter who owns it.” Finally she looked up from the paper, the faintest trace of a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.
“Oh yeah?” Joker sneered, looking down at the pint sized little lady. How dare she smirk at him of all people to smirk at. But, she had a point, though he didn’t care. Even if he got hold of the shares, he would still have a ton of money to fund something else. “Fine, then change of plans. We just both go and kill the poor suckers.” his grin had returned, for there was nothing sweeter to his mind them senseless violence on his part, while helping another exact revenge.
Grundy slammed his fist into another one of the goons wearing a clown mask, picking up and throwing him into a crowd of others. “Joker! Fight Grundy!” he shouted, slamming his fists into the floor, sending shockwaves through the floor, knocking down several others.
Joker looked in pure shock. He knew this place was too familiar. It was that damned lab that Grundy hung around, calling a home of sorts. The clown prince watched as his men went flying in the air as Grundy drew closer. “Whoa now, take it easy. I’m not here to fight ya!” he shouted.
Solomon roared across the lab, the clowns seeming to retreat before he grabbed one, throwing him into the air and then punching him into a wall. “Why you at Grundy’s home!?” he shouted, stomping over to him. He towered over the clown, his fists clenched either side of him.
One wrong word and there could be nothing left of the Joker but a face paint stain on Solomon’s giant fists.
Taking a big gulp, he hoped that this one time, the truth would help him. “You see, my ceiling challenged friend, I was merely passing by. I had to hide from Batman somewhere, and the place was empty.” he shrugged his shoulders, a shiver rolled down his back as he looked into those very large and hate filled eyes. “Honest.”
Eagerly she looked over the sheet of paper, taking in the information. He’d changed his name, huh… That explained why she hadn’t been able to track him down after so long. “If it was hards, why’d youse do it?” she questioned.
A small roll of chuckles left his red painted-like lips and said, “Actually, let’s just say, I was looking for them too. Back in your later days, I was an intern at the studio, hoping for my big break my own television talk show. Sadly, I was rejected by the very same people. But they have shares in the network they helped build, and that’s what we need.”
She smirked, rolling her eyes. “Liar,” she said, in regards to his story, then, “You need the shares?” She wasn’t looking at him as she spoke, instead still reading the paper. The information at her fingertips… Internally she relished it.
How in blue blazes did she see through that so quickly? Maybe it was a showbiz thing? “So close, yet so far.” he said, “Truth is, I want that network, because it will be national television, and I can fulfill my dreams of being on TV, without a news reporter or cop in my face!” he gritted his teeth, as he became more angry at the thought of how he was published in the media.
Everything was in place. The table was set, the candles lit… everything looked perfect. Harley had even gotten someone else to cook the meal, a nice roast, and she set out a bottle of red wine and two glasses as well. Placing her hands on her hips, and admiring her handiwork, she gave a firm nod, which shook the stems of her hat comically.
“Hah!” she said triumphantly. She was still wearing her harlequin makeup and hat, but was dressed from the neck down in what was definitely date wear. This could hardly be mistaken for anything else. She’d given the goons the night off, and figured they could both use some nice alone time for a while. When she heard the door open, she took a seat at the table, looking hopeful and lovestruck.
“Surprise, puddin’~”
Another night, spoiled by the Dark Knight of Gotham City. This time, he wasn’t even the focus of his plot, but as always, Gordon flashes his light, and there on queue, tiptoes the justice protector of Gotham. This meant, he was in no mood for anything but sleep and time to himself to gather his thoughts to plot again for the next time.
As he opened the door, that is exactly what he didn’t get. Harley seemed to have gone through the effort of putting together a lovely night, and even dressed to the nines for him. Joker, however, wanted nothing to do with it. But this was a chance to feel good again, so he seized the opportunity. “Harley, come here, pussycat.” he purred as he crept closer and closer towards her until he was close enough to grab his jester hat. Pulling her to his face, he said with a smile, “I’ll take a rain check on the lovely evening of romance. Now, where is supper?!”
Resentfully, she nodded, eyes fixed on the folder. “Now hand it overs!” she demanded, jumping in a fruitless attempt to reach it.
“Motivation my dear.” He pulled from his folder but one sheet of paper. “I have five names. The first one was your old Director. He sadly is no longer directing, but living in glorious retirement on the outskirts of Gotham City, on a ranch he purchased with profits from your show. When word reached that you had become one of us, he went to have his name changed, thus making it hard to track him down… if you don’t know the right people to talk to, or the right places to look.” he smirked and handed her the paper.
Eagerly she looked over the sheet of paper, taking in the information. He’d changed his name, huh… That explained why she hadn’t been able to track him down after so long. “If it was hards, why’d youse do it?” she questioned.
A small roll of chuckles left his red painted-like lips and said, “Actually, let’s just say, I was looking for them too. Back in your later days, I was an intern at the studio, hoping for my big break my own television talk show. Sadly, I was rejected by the very same people. But they have shares in the network they helped build, and that’s what we need.”
Grundy slammed his fist into another one of the goons wearing a clown mask, picking up and throwing him into a crowd of others. “Joker! Fight Grundy!” he shouted, slamming his fists into the floor, sending shockwaves through the floor, knocking down several others.
Joker looked in pure shock. He knew this place was too familiar. It was that damned lab that Grundy hung around, calling a home of sorts. The clown prince watched as his men went flying in the air as Grundy drew closer. “Whoa now, take it easy. I’m not here to fight ya!” he shouted.
He quickly grabbed his folder and raised it high enough that she would not reach it.
“Hold the phone, because I don’t just do this for free ya know. You happen to fit perfectly for a little side job I need done for my latest project. A project that will also see Batman’s end, if we’re lucky. So, have we got a deal?”
Resentfully, she nodded, eyes fixed on the folder. “Now hand it overs!” she demanded, jumping in a fruitless attempt to reach it.
“Motivation my dear.” He pulled from his folder but one sheet of paper. “I have five names. The first one was your old Director. He sadly is no longer directing, but living in glorious retirement on the outskirts of Gotham City, on a ranch he purchased with profits from your show. When word reached that you had become one of us, he went to have his name changed, thus making it hard to track him down… if you don’t know the right people to talk to, or the right places to look.” he smirked and handed her the paper.
“Alright sweets, if you want original, how’s this… Babydoll makes a BIG comeback, at the expense of those nasty TV folk that fired you. I happen to have names… if you want them.” he grinned, pulling out a green folder.
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Eyes wide, she snatched at the folder. “Gimme!”
He quickly grabbed his folder and raised it high enough that she would not reach it.
“Hold the phone, because I don’t just do this for free ya know. You happen to fit perfectly for a little side job I need done for my latest project. A project that will also see Batman’s end, if we’re lucky. So, have we got a deal?”
He is just really frigging shy for some reason. But I’m on for a bit so you can send forth asks, anons, or OOC asks.
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