Re: log: joker & the bat
"I took the liberty of having dinner brought in." A heinous hand, theatrically gloved and garish white, gestured across from where the Joker sat. The vacant chair, highlighted by the flame of a candle situated in the middle of their small table, it was reserved for Batman. There were plates on the romantically cramped table, covered with metal trays to conserve the warmth while the Joker awaited his dinner date.
"Its a little early for Valentines Day, and I never know what to get you, but I thought quail could work. If you're in more of a fruit-batty mood, I think we have some watermelon... somewhere..." The Joker sat up in his chair and grinned wide, that keen smile, that Evel Knievel smile. That smile that begged to be dropped from a cliff on a snazzy, exploding motorcycle. It was a grin that welcomed mayhem, death, success... it was a smile to rival the rest.
"But," huffed sigh, "If you ate before you came over, I suppose we can skip to dessert." There was something ominous about that word, dessert, and the twinkle in his eye.