campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 3)
Author: campanas
Pen waits for somebody to come find her. She knows abstractly that this can go on for years, but she's still alarmed, when it turns out it's going to take more than a week.

At least there is Cindy, even though he isn't her real daddy. Cindy is fun and makes tasty food and brings her presents to keep occupied with and doesn't mind that she draws on the walls and likes it when she sings and takes her to the place with room to fly most days, and lets her paint him pretty. Pen makes elaborate K'nex structures, becomes quite adept at piloting her helicopter (it has room to fly even inside the apartment), and improves at drawing. She learns the lyrics to a lot of Queen songs. She does not go in the dangerous room or out the dangerous door; she's safe but Mommy isn't here to safe Cindy too and Pen can't do it because she's not a mint. She can do other things, though. She can play and read and eat waffles and paint Cindy.

She paints him most of the time, now, and she sings while she does it.
manofmyword: Grinning, eyes nearly closed. (⑶ now i see the funny side)
Author: manofmyword
Tonight, not for the first time, he needs to be painted after dark; he has business with the unfriendly people again. So he brings his makeup out to where Pen is playing in the living room.
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 1)
Author: campanas
Pen puts down her K'nex and goes to sit on him for easy access to his face without skipping a beat in the chorale she's singing. Paint paint paint!
manofmyword: Smirking, pushing hair out of face. (⑸ well hello beautifulll~)
Author: manofmyword
He is going to be so pretty.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Opinions may differ on that.

They are interrupted by someone crashing through the closed window.
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 2)
Author: campanas
Pen jumps at the sound, making a smear across Cindy's forehead. "Eek!" she squeaks, twisting around in his lap to look past her wings at the intruder.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
The intruder is a man in dull black armour, a black mask with short pointed ears or horns standing up from the top of his head, and a long black cape. He stares at them, frozen with surprise, crouched on the floor amid the spray of broken glass.
manofmyword: Gesturing, explaining. (⑾ never start with the head)
Author: manofmyword
"Batsy!" exclaims Cindy, half delighted, half admonishing. "Not that I'm not thrilled, but you could've picked a better time."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
The costumed man growls.

"Who is this," he says flatly.
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 2)
Author: campanas
"Cindy, this your friend who find people?" asks Pen quizzically.
manofmyword: Grinning, eyes nearly closed. (⑶ now i see the funny side)
Author: manofmyword
"Nope," says Cindy. "This is Batman. And Iiii would just love to know what - he's - doing here."
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 3)
Author: campanas
"Break window," observes Pen. "That what he do here."
manofmyword: Smirking, pushing hair out of face. (⑸ well hello beautifulll~)
Author: manofmyword
"Mm, but why," he says, "that's the question. I haven't even hardly done anything - not like lllast time."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Batman growls again. It seems to be his only setting.

"Public graffiti," he says, still in that harsh voice with that same flat angry stare. "An office worker with mob ties. You were sending a message. To who?"
manofmyword: Smirking. (⑷ coral is far more red)
Author: manofmyword
He smiles.

"Not to you," he murmurs. "And yet - here you are. I'm al—most—touched."
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 3)
Author: campanas
"You ruin voice talking growly, not sing pretty," Pen advises Batman.
manofmyword: Laughing maniacally. (⑴ ahahahaha!!!!!)
Author: manofmyword
(Cindy - the Joker - giggles.)
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox




manofmyword: Conspiratorial or condescending. (⒁ they'rrre cheap)
Author: manofmyword


"Huh," says the Joker, regarding Batman thoughtfully. "You just don't know what to do with yourself, do ya?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Well. No. He really doesn't.

The Joker has a small child in his apartment. On his lap. Doing his makeup. She seems perfectly happy to be there. (If she were scared, this would be much easier to handle.)

She has wings.



After a long moment, he says (still in that growly voice): "He's a killer, you know." Just in case she doesn't. Just in case she cares.
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 3)
Author: campanas
"Mommy fix it later," shrugs Pen.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"...He set a man on fire," says Batman, a hint of incredulity in his customary growl.
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 2)
Author: campanas
"She fix it," asserts Pen. "Or other Mommies fix it. Mommies fix stuff."

(But she does draw her wings a little closer to herself when he says "fire".)
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox




"Some things can't be fixed."
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 3)
Author: campanas
"Sure," says Pen. "That not one."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
His eyes flick up to the Joker's half-painted face.
manofmyword: Conspiratorial or condescending. (⒁ they'rrre cheap)
Author: manofmyword
"Don't look at me," he says.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Batman does look at him - looks at both of them, for a few silent seconds.

Then he turns and disappears out the broken window.
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 3)
Author: campanas
"Unfriendly," comments Pen.
manofmyword: From behind, in the suit, holding a knife. (Default)
Author: manofmyword
The Joker laughs softly. "Yeah, he really is."
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 2)
Author: campanas
Pen does her best to fix the smear she made while startled. "What do for window?"
manofmyword: Smirking. (⑷ coral is far more red)
Author: manofmyword
"Pick up all that broken glass, for a start," he says. "You can help if you want. Then I guess I'll go find something to cover it with."
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 3)
Author: campanas
"Okay. Paint first?"
manofmyword: Grinning, eyes nearly closed. (⑶ now i see the funny side)
Author: manofmyword
"Mmhm!"
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 1)
Author: campanas
Pen finishes painting him, then hops off his lap and starts picking up glass.
manofmyword: From behind, in the suit, holding a knife. (⑻ nothing in his pockets)
Author: manofmyword
Cindy helps. They get it all cleaned up - he drags a vacuum out of the back of a closet to make sure - and then he goes out.
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 3)
Author: campanas
Pen walks out through the broken window, wings folded discreetly behind her, to see if she can watch him go from the roof.
manofmyword: From the side, serious. (⑿ is it the scars?)
Author: manofmyword
Off he trots, carrying the bag they collected the glass in and the bag out of the vacuum with all the extra little bits in it. He climbs down the tree and crosses the park and turns down the street out of sight.

(Batman is going to do one of two things now that they're apart. But the Joker expects that if he didn't try to grab Pen right out of his lap, he's not going to try it now. Why would the Joker be an inhibiting presence? It's not as if he was holding her hostage, a fact which even Batman clearly noticed, or that conversation would have gone... differently.)
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox




His guess was correct.

A nearly silent flutter, a nearly invisible shadow, and the Bat is on him, knocking the bags - potential weapons - out of his hands, grabbing the back of his jacket to hurl him into a wall.
manofmyword: Leaning out of a moving police car, eyes closed, hair blowing in the wind, having fun. (⑹ where did they get that car)
Author: manofmyword
That's the stuff.

"Just like old times," he sighs. "Me, I'm getting soft in my old age, but yoouuu—" the sudden shift in emphasis caused not by whim this time but by Batman punching him in the back of the head "—you're the same old Bat."

Both hands braced on the brick wall that is now marked with a smear of face paint, he turns around slowly. There he is, in all his glory. Gotham's dark knight. Oh, he never thought he'd see the day. Not after Dent - not after Dawes - not after four years without a whisper of his best enemy.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"I'm not here to reminisce," he says in his best gravel-chewing terror-of-the-night voice. Odd how it all comes back. Like it was yesterday.

"I want to know what game you're playing."
manofmyword: Laughing maniacally. (⑴ ahahahaha!!!!!)
Author: manofmyword
He lets out a wheezing giggle.

"Are you really that incapabllle of believing that something - just - doesn't - concern you?" He could stand on his own now, but he leans back against the wall instead, smoothing his gloved hands over his pockets but deliberately not tucking them in because he wouldn't want to give the wrong impression. "And I thought I had it bad," he continues, with a sympathetic shake of his head.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He growls, but doesn't bother making a physical threat. It's all too obvious in hindsight that the Joker doesn't find violence a significant motivator.

(In fact, he - no. Some things are just too disturbing to contemplate.)

"I want. To know. What. You're. Doing," he enunciates.
manofmyword: Sitting calmly on the floor, leaning against a wall. (⑺ gonna enjoy this)
Author: manofmyword
"Mm, well," he says. "I assume you know that after your little - sleight of hand - with Dent, Gotham's crime took a turn for the distinctly disorganized. Or you would've come back sooner." He cocks his head inquisitively. "Ah-huh?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Grudgingly, he nods.
manofmyword: Smirking. (⑷ coral is far more red)
Author: manofmyword
"Well, I don't know about you, but I have been keeping tabs on that scene." He quirks a smile. "In between... en-ter-tainments. And you know, it was quiet enough for long enough that I almost thought it was just..." he shrugs, "over for good. But of course good and Gotham have never been the best of friends."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Get to the point, Joker."
manofmyword: Smirking, pushing hair out of face. (⑸ well hello beautifulll~)
Author: manofmyword
"Why?" he says cheerfully.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He almost makes a move, almost grabs the Joker again to shake it out of him, but then checks himself. Barely a twitch, all in all.
manofmyword: Grinning, eyes nearly closed. (⑶ now i see the funny side)
Author: manofmyword
"Not the same bat after all," he murmurs, and grins.

"So. There've been a couple squeaks and grumbles over the years, but never anything - serioussss. Until a few months ago. Then I start hearing there's somebody new in town. The new blood isn't even based in Gotham. Whoever this is, they're big." He opens his hands sharply, bouncing them outward, to demonstrate the bigness. "And noooobody's talkinnng, which let me tell you, is nnot usually the case when I start asking questions."

He smiles crookedly.

"But then, you'd know, wouldn't ya?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Know what? That the Joker is more intimidating than he is? He's not likely to forget it.

(What it's like when you're used to frightening answers out of people and then it doesn't work anymore? That too. He's getting a fresh reminder now, in fact.)

He doesn't repeat his demands for information, just waits. Still and silent. Watching. Some people would be terrified, but Batman is not sure the Joker even feels fear. It would be far too human of him.
manofmyword: Smirking. (⑷ coral is far more red)
Author: manofmyword
"So of course I just had to know more. I squeezed a few people - you don't need the details."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
(Breathe. Just breathe.)
manofmyword: Smirking, pushing hair out of face. (⑸ well hello beautifulll~)
Author: manofmyword
"And I found out that the new outfit is extrrrremely professional, veeery tidy, and answers to a guy calling himself Moriarty. I love it! Don't you love it? It's so charming," he says. "Nobody knows who he is or where he lives. It's all a big mystery. Fun and exciting, don'tcha think?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"No," he says. Flatly.
manofmyword: Gesturing, explaining. (⑾ never start with the head)
Author: manofmyword
The Joker sighs wistfully. "Nnnoo. Of course not. Anyway, funny thing, a week after I tickled his toes this literary enthusiast started trying to clean me out! Can you believe it? We've been going back and forth," his hands sway left and then right in time with the words, "ever since. I threaten his people, he has mine followed. He sends my people to jail - amazing resources this guy has, honestly, I'm impressed - and I impersonate a window washer and commit a little vandalism. Which," he adds, "is somehow enough to bring you out of the woodwork - I have to wonder why, I really do."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He should have known coming here would be a mistake.

(He had to know.)

"Too far into the public eye," he says, giving nothing away. "I had to know if you were picking up old habits."
manofmyword: Grinning. (⑵ simply makes you stranger)
Author: manofmyword


The Joker grins, slowly, enjoying the moment.

"I wasn't," he says, "but I could."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox


He actually shudders.
manofmyword: Laughing maniacally. (⑴ ahahahaha!!!!!)
Author: manofmyword
The Joker, not to put too fine a point on it, cracks up. He loses the support of the wall in so doing, and stumbles forward almost into Batman, giggling helplessly.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
...Not for the first time tonight, Batman honestly has no idea what to do.

He could leave the Joker on the roof of the MCU for Commissioner Gordon to find - he's at least confident that this time there will be no exploding minions - but he has no illusions about the ease of getting him there. Letting himself be knocked around is one thing; the Joker isn't going to lie down for an arrest unless it's in his game plan. And then there's the kid. But if he leaves the Joker loose, what's to stop him from getting ideas? A repeat performance of that is the last thing Gotham needs.

So he just... waits.
manofmyword: Smirking, pushing hair out of face. (⑸ well hello beautifulll~)
Author: manofmyword
He sobers eventually, straightening up from his doubled-over hysteria.

"Somebody's all grown up," he says with a fond little smile.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
It's as good a segue as any.

"Who's the girl?"
manofmyword: From behind, in the suit, holding a knife. (⑻ nothing in his pockets)
Author: manofmyword
"None of your business," he says amicably.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
...

He finds that... strangely hard to argue with.
manofmyword: Quasi-innocent? (⑽ i wanna drive)
Author: manofmyword
The Joker leaves those words hanging in the air for a long moment, watching Batman watch him.

Then he says, softly, evenly, "Just about kills you to find out I'm human, doesn't it?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He flinches—almost snarls—bites it back.
manofmyword: Conspiratorial or condescending. (⒁ they'rrre cheap)
Author: manofmyword
"That was always half your problem," he continues thoughtfully. "To you, some people are people, and some people are monsters."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He shouldn't ask. The Joker might not be playing his games with all of Gotham - yet - but that doesn't make him less dangerous. He cannot be allowed to take control of this conversation.

But Batman is curious. He's never seen the Joker this unguarded. It might be something he can use.

"What's the other half?"
manofmyword: From the side, serious. (⑿ is it the scars?)
Author: manofmyword
"When I was a kid I read this adorable little story," he says, "where the Birds and the Beasts went to war. The Birds wanted the Bat on their team - figured having wings was good enough for them. But he said no, he's fuzzy and has a soft little nose, that makes him a Beast, right? So then the Beasts ask him to join their team."

He leans forward, away from the wall, and looks up into Batman's eyes.

"Can you guess what he said?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
...This is more than he signed up for.

But he knows the answer. And knows where the Joker is going with it, much as he might wish he didn't.

"He said no," he says. Reluctantly.
manofmyword: Grinning, eyes nearly closed. (⑶ now i see the funny side)
Author: manofmyword
The Joker flashes a grin. "Got it in one. He can't be a Beast, see, he's got these flappy little—" he reaches out and flicks the edge of Batman's cape with a fingertip "—wings."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
He scowls and smacks the Joker's hand away, realizing just slightly too late that this is exactly the reaction he was intended to have.

It is past time to cut his losses here.

(He is abruptly reminded that he has seen the Joker this unguarded. Once. The words 'you complete me' in that hushed tone of absolute sincerity are still burned into his mind.)

Coming here really was the worst thing he could've done, wasn't it? Here he is with more questions than answers, and an uncomfortable sense that the Joker has just explained the last decade of his life with a single slightly twisted Aesop reference. And if he goes home and the Joker takes this conversation as a reason to get back into the game the way he did four years ago, there is nothing Batman can do to stop him. He made sure of that when he took the fall for Harvey Dent. Gotham doesn't need him anymore.

Which leaves him... where? A mammal with wings. Not a monster like the Joker, or Dent himself, or Crane, or Ra's... but not a person, either.

"You're wrong," he says finally, knowing as he says it that it's worse than futile. "I chose my side."
manofmyword: From behind, in the suit, holding a knife. (⑻ nothing in his pockets)
Author: manofmyword
The Joker shrugs fluidly. "Who are you arguing with? I don't believe in monsters. Just people, doing what people do."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Everyone's a monster to you," he growls, remembering (...these civilized people, they'll eat each other.)
manofmyword: Grinning. (⑵ simply makes you stranger)
Author: manofmyword
He grins again.

"Nahhh. We can be vicious little weasels sometimes, I'll give you that, we mmmortals. But we don't come in these neat - little - categories. Good and evil, guilty and innocent—nobody's all one thing or the otherrr." He straightens his jacket, tugging the panels flat. "And now you're gonna tell me I'm just saying that to cover for what a vicious weasel I am. Aren'tcha."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Deeply and increasingly uncomfortable, he closes his mouth on just such an accusation.

Instead he says: "Why are you telling me this?"
manofmyword: Smirking, pushing hair out of face. (⑸ well hello beautifulll~)
Author: manofmyword
The Joker shrugs. "I saw the opportunity, and I took it. I like you, you know, I honestly do. Flaws and all. I've missed you all these years. Nobody else throws me off buildings like you do."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
—He almost laughs. It's absurd.

If he ever had control of this conversation, he has lost it and then some.

He steps back. A stray bit of glass from the dropped bags crunches under his boot. Should he make some last comment, some parting shot? The Joker would just take it as encouragement. Like a playground bully, the best response is ignoring him until he goes away.

(It rarely worked that well on playground bullies, either.)

Finally he just turns and walks away. He is almost sure the Joker isn't carrying a concealed gun, and almost sure he wouldn't use it if he did, but his shoulderblades itch with that tiny remaining uncertainty until he's around a corner and out of sight.
manofmyword: Conspiratorial or condescending. (⒁ they'rrre cheap)
Author: manofmyword
The Joker walks on, abandoning the bags of broken glass. He still has business to do tonight, and he's going to have to get something to cover that window with on his way back.

Oh, it would be so much fun to play the old game again. Especially now that he knows Batman's watching.

(And what was it exactly about that charming little act of vandalism that caught the Bat's eye? It was the most public and obvious thing the Joker's done in a while, that's true. But as an explanation, it just doesn't - quite - feel right. Well, he has time to think about it.)



It's several hours before he comes home, carrying a large board to tape over the window frame. It'll do for now. They'll have to move anyway; as charming as that little visit was, Cindy isn't keen on a repeat.
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 3)
Author: campanas
He finds Pen trying to figure out why her helicopter won't work (she doesn't really understand batteries). She abandons this mystery to help him hold the board in place. "How was people?" she asks.
manofmyword: Hands, seen through jail cell bars. (⑼ the store by the dungeon)
Author: manofmyword
"Boring," he says. The tricky part is taping it so they can still open and close the window, but he manages it with effort and ingenuity.
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 3)
Author: campanas
"Why?"
manofmyword: Smirking, pushing hair out of face. (⑸ well hello beautifulll~)
Author: manofmyword
"Why were they boring? I don't know. They probably can't help it."
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 2)
Author: campanas
"Why you go, if boring?"
manofmyword: From behind, in the suit, holding a knife. (⑻ nothing in his pockets)
Author: manofmyword
"'Cause they're gonna help me with something," he says. "There." He stands back and dusts off his hands. "Window's done; now I'm going to bed."
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 2)
Author: campanas
"I'm hungry," objects Pen. He was gone a while.
manofmyword: Quasi-innocent? (⑽ i wanna drive)
Author: manofmyword
He yawns.

"Mmkay, I'll make dinner first."

But he is tired, so it will be unelaborate. Tasty, but unelaborate.
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 3)
Author: campanas
Pen doesn't complain. She eats, and then she reads a little bit, and then she kerflops into bed too.

Another week passes.

She draws a lot of gems in all colors, attached to all sorts of jewelry, especially bracelets like her own - like her mother's - and occasionally has moping fits, but mostly proceeds with equanimity from day to day.

Sometimes Cindy leaves the news on; Pen is interested in the concept of television but not the news in particular.

With help, she solves the helicopter mystery and it soon flies around again.
manofmyword: Smirking. (⑷ coral is far more red)
Author: manofmyword
And then one day, Cindy comes back from one of his trips outside to say,

"I found us a bigger place to live! With an enormous bathtub."
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 1)
Author: campanas
"Yay!" Her wings are getting kind of dingy in the places she can't reach by hand.
manofmyword: Smirking, pushing hair out of face. (⑸ well hello beautifulll~)
Author: manofmyword
"Pack up whatever stuff you wanna keep and we'll truck it all over there."
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 3)
Author: campanas
Pen puts her K'nex in their box, and finds something else to put her other toys and supplies in.
manofmyword: From behind, in the suit, holding a knife. (⑻ nothing in his pockets)
Author: manofmyword
Cindy packs himself three big boxes and one backpack. The backpack contains books and music; the boxes contain clothes and weapons, many of them taken out of the dangerous room, and the last half of the last box is filled with all his sewing supplies. It's a chore wrestling everything down to the van he obtained for the occasion, but once they get there, it all fits with room to spare for Pen and a pile of pillows for her to sit on.

The drive takes a while. When they get there, he pulls the truck around to the little parking lot behind the building and lets Pen out of the back.

"See up there," he says, pointing to the second floor, "that balcony with all the fake plants on it? That's ours."
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 3)
Author: campanas
"In window?" she asks. "I fly up?"
manofmyword: Quasi-innocent? (⑽ i wanna drive)
Author: manofmyword
"Yeah," he says. "Bring whatever stuff you wanna carry; I'll take the rest up a different way."
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 1)
Author: campanas
Pen takes up one of her bags, flapflapflap, and she makes a rather neat landing on the balcony and tries the window.
manofmyword: Sitting calmly on the floor, leaning against a wall. (⑺ gonna enjoy this)
Author: manofmyword
It's a sliding glass door, and therefore opens differently from the previous window, but it still opens just fine.

Inside, there is a very large living room adjoining a very large kitchen, with a hallway just to her left leading to an oddly constructed bedroom. In the bedroom, past an assortment of desks and a very large walk-in closet lined with wardrobes on both sides, there is the bathroom containing the promised bathtub.
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 3)
Author: campanas
Pen sets about exploring. A bath can wait.
manofmyword: Leaning out of a moving police car, eyes closed, hair blowing in the wind, having fun. (⑹ where did they get that car)
Author: manofmyword
While she is exploring, the Joker ferries boxes in the front door, then starts unpacking them. His sewing equipment sprawls across the assortment of desks in the bedroom's bizarre anteroom; clothes find their way into wardrobes; the music and books pile up next to one of the numerous couches. Various weaponry gets tucked away in closets and drawers.
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 3)
Author: campanas
Eventually Pen has observed all of the rooms, and then she tries to figure out the plumbing. She thought she had Earth taps down, but apparently they vary, residence to residence.
manofmyword: From behind, in the suit, holding a knife. (⑻ nothing in his pockets)
Author: manofmyword
The plumbing, while unfamiliar, is functional and not too difficult to master.
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 1)
Author: campanas
Pen starts drawing herself a nice big bath.
manofmyword: Smirking, pushing hair out of face. (⑸ well hello beautifulll~)
Author: manofmyword
Cindy makes dinner, leaves her some, and flops onto one of those numerous couches to sleep.
campanas: (fourthborn belljokes 1)
Author: campanas
Pen gets squeaky clean, wings and all, and then eats the remaining dinner, and then flops onto the bed.