PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I swear to god, there's never a fucking break in this place.

[ooc: So far, there is nothing in the news about the attack on the LAWC]

You want the Joker gone. You think it’s as easy as snapping your fingers, pulling a trigger or using whatever impressive, show-stopping abilities you have and then walking away without a scratch on you. That’s fine. You go on thinking that. Waltz into his jail cell, kill him and then come find me. Tell me all about it and I’ll put you on a pedestal. He is everybody’s problem and just because I refuse to take his life doesn’t mean that you can’t.

But don’t you dare blame me or mine for the damage he causes, for the lives that he takes. He’s free game. I am not possessive of him. He’s only human, isn’t he? Where you come from, surely he would be dead and long gone by now.

It’s a pity that’s not the case.

[As cranky!Batman]

In the interest of full disclosure:

The LAPD has the Joker in custody. Given that the Joker being in police custody rarely works in our favour, I've coerced gotten the department to agree to release him into our custody until I'm satisfied on the security measures they've taken up before letting him anywhere near a courtroom for acquittal. We have the facilities that I'm convinced are needed to keep him locked in. This is not a case of incarceration without cause. The LAPD knows he's here, he'll be treated as well as he deserves, Miranda Rights read, and three squares a day. All of that.

He just won't be going to trial until I'm satisfied, and that's not open for discussion.

-- O

[Terry]
You're going with Bruce to pick him up. Be ready by four.

I just want to confess, on the record... I never had any dealings with that evil, crazy clown. Heck, never even spoke with him. From what I understand, he is highly insane, unstable, psychotic, and unpredictable. Definitely not someone I would want anywhere near me or my workplace. I'd never want anything to do with him. Not even for birthday parties. I do like having followers, but this one shall be an exception.

But you know.. well.. accidents happen. Kinda like that thing with Murphy's Law. Maybe a bridge wasn't made right. His car could have a leaky gas line. Or the clown could somehow, assuming he ever breaks out, walk under a falling sign or a lamp post that's a bit shoddy. Or maybe an elevator he's in could somehow break its cables from twenty stories up. Anything could happen. Besides, I heard that bad karma tends to follow bad people...

It figures. We get blown up and we’re promptly set down in a world where idiots in costumes parade around with their morals that make no sense. This would almost feel like home if it weren’t for the jackasses shooting at us with their guns that do nothing for them.

It’s no wonder we hate all of you.

[ooc: Venom!]