Re: Joker/Batman: In person at the Science Building
[Choices, choices—Batman had started a new era in Gotham. A much funner era. Deadlier too, but—oh, he always did what needed to be done. That was what the cowl stood for, after all. No one would be likely to forget that for a long, long time now, not with that church still burning, though its worshipers were long, long gone to fat and bone, fingers scraped down to nothing, flesh scratched away in their ecstatic ecclesiastical excitation (and execution!). And not after the killer party at that orphanage. Poor kids. They really did need a pick-me-up and a put-me-down. Batman was only too happy to oblige.
Just as he was happy to oblige the Joker! His teeth kept grinding together, and that was annoying and distracting, but there was still a smile on the covered face as the Bat entered the brain-spattered room. It was more rictus, than glee, and he smelled strongly of gasoline, blood, and the ugly viscera of the human gut disemboweled. He was soaked in all of the above, actually, black nylon sticking to his skin. Okay, so it wasn't Batman's best look, but it was what was inside that counted, right? And, oh, he had seen a lot of insides.
Blue eyes followed the arc of the skull, watching it clatter to the floor before the podium. He gave a smattering of applause, before stepping forward. With bloodied boot raised high, he smiled again at Joker, and stomped down, shattering the useless, empty thing along the coronal suture.—Something flashed in his eyes, and he felt a resistance in his own muscles, but, oh, well! He ignored it and looked to the Joker.] Of course I can.