|Earth 12 NPC (earth12_npc) wrote in earth_12,|
@ 2009-05-07 00:45:00
It was a gorgeous…well, certainly a nice…
All right, it was a crummy day in Gotham, with the kind of gray sky that sun-lovers and rain-lovers alike detest for its promise that nothing good is to come. And to add morbid to depressing, the humidity index was so high that transplants from deserty regions could be heard to moan that they were drowning every time they had to draw breath.
But outside and cater-corner from one of Gotham’s biggest landmarks, a dapperly dressed man was smiling contentedly…out of the half of his face which his top hat did not cover. He leaned on the rear tire well of a burnished black coupe, looking for all the world as though he could contemplate Wayne Manor for the rest of his days. The only motion he made was an occasional tic, uncrossing his arms and making to reach into a pants pocket, before grimacing slightly and resuming his arms-crossed, legs-crossed position.
No joggers nor dog-walkers had braved the muggy, oppressive day to be running near him. But if any had they might’ve thought twice and doubled back before passing him, for as one drew near the handsome smile began to appear sinister, and not a little bit mad. He could’ve been the Cheshire cat’s smirking cousin, if only he would’ve obligingly disappeared once in a while.
Instead, he watched.
An hour or so after the man had begun his leaning-watching, he was treated to an extremely peculiar view. A basement-level window opened one inch, two, three, and then slammed shut, revealing on the walkway a tiny porcelain cup. A hopping tiny porcelain cup, which began making its direct and disconcertingly fast way across the lawns…across the sidewalk…and across the street, until it was bobbing up to the curb by the front bumper of the man’s car.
His grin widened, revealing the tiniest edge of a disfiguring scar across half his mouth and nose…if anyone had been there to see. But the only soul in sight was the little cup, who had by this time gained the sidewalk and was tappity-hoppity bouncing away from him…
Until the man leapt away from the bumper, overtook the teacup in three strides, and tossed him up into the air to land in his upturned top hat. The face which this denuding revealed was more scarred, pocked, and hideous on the left than it was handsome on the right, which should be understood to be a significant accomplishment.
Half-diving into the car’s plush backseat, Two-Face snarled to the driver, “To the hideout!” before peering into the top hat to examine the fascinating bauble he’d caught, and to consider its ramifications for all his lovely plans.