Re: log: joker & the bat
The charade of dinner repulsed him. Candlelight and covered plates, the mention of Valentines Day, it was all a mockery of the romantic and the implication of a bond that the Bat would vehemently insist did not exist between himself and the Joker. Surely, there was no actual expectation that he would sit. How bizarre it would be if he did, if they sat across from each other and ate like old friends-- not that he would ever trust anything the Joker offered, of course. He stood, stoic and still as ever, as the Joker spoke; he didn't smile. His gaze was glittering steel, sharp edges, his mouth a firm line behind the cowl.
"I'm not hungry." And yet, beneath the whip-crack of his voice in the air there was something oddly polite in his tone. Cordial, even.
He moved forward when the Joker stood, gaze narrowed and shoulders squared. "I'd prefer to skip to the very end. I think you remember." A cell in Arkham would do for now.