Re: log: joker & the bat
The music started up again. This time it was more befitting, the Bat thought, of the circumstances. He watched the Joker uncover his plate, the ghost of a frown passing over his features as he looked down upon the uncooked bird. Unsurprising. If he'd had an appetite at all it was certainly gone now. "What a pity," he remarked, unamused, in response to the clown's lamentation over his inability to obtain baby seal. Some might wonder why he was even bothering with small talk. But no one really understood either of them, did they? Some part of the Bat could admit that much.
One gloved hand rested on the back of the empty chair, but he didn't sit. The repetition wasn't exactly original, no, but the Joker had to realize that he wasn't going to simply walk away and leave him be. He'd caused enough trouble, taken enough lives. The Bat was here to bring an end. "I'm not going to leave you here." The chair scraped along the floor as he moved it aside. Now, he stepped closer to the table. One swift motion and he could overturn it entirely. "You could make it easy," he added. "But you won't."