Re: log: joker & the bat
While the Joker's heart did a little skip to the lou my darling and his pinstriped arm extended, elaborate hand flushed with five digits wide, beckoning come on for more of the music. It queued up instrumental, the kind of music that one might experience in an opera about sad clowns. It was a deadly circus tune, and the Joker sighed heavily, terribly despondent. He uncovered the tray on his own plate in order to dissect a miniature limb from the body of a roasted quail. "I asked for baby seal, but..." A bite taken, chewed, contemplated. The bird was undercooked, raw enough to border on questionable health practices -- just how he liked it. "Gotham has interesting import policies that I haven't been out long enough to circumnavigate. Maybe next time.."
"So." Bite, shrug. "Quail." He chewed a bit more and eyed the man in all that black as he stepped further into the Funhouse's dining room. The Joker sighed from around a mouthful of candy corn, which was the quail's side dish.
Then he sat back, thinking over the Bat's surly mouth, stern and official and crime-fighty. "So you want to take me in..." He seemed a little disbelieving. Were we really doing this, again?