Re: log: joker & the bat
"I just left Arkham," the clown said. Bird blood dribbling from the edge of his mouth and mixing with the red smear of costume paint that was his signature . "Don't we get a vacation? The American way and all that?" He chewed, that grotesque, scarred maw masticating undercooked foul while he put on a leonine smile. "You know," another forkful of candy corn made him pause, "I used to think that we could dance like this forever, but..."
He chewed, contemplative while the Bat touched the back of that other chair without giving any hint of intending to sit down. "You're so upright. You really should see somebody about that, stress is a killer," Charisma gleamed from his candied teeth, and the Joker took another bite before hefting his fork into air. "When are you going to accept the truth of us? We... are... all Gotham has, will ever have." Bite, chew. "The others come and go, but you and I..." He looked at the Bat from across candle's gleam. "We're forever."
The Joker sat back in his seat and wiped the edge of his reddened mouth with a napkin, smearing makeup and exposing the edge of some scars as he considered. "Oh well," he shrugged, "Maybe next time you'll be more in a mood to philosiphize." Then came with cackle, teeth caked in candy and mouth smeared garish, he laughed. "There's my card," and in the middle of the table, there was indeed a joker card from a card deck, face up in offering.
Gunmen began to bust into the room from the same entrance that the Bat took. A dozen or more packing in, guns blazing, bullets whizzing... and the Joker? He and his chair were gone in a matter of seconds. Some button under the table opened a trap door connected to a slide, and our clown prince went all of the way down with a hysterical laugh before the door snapped shut again, incapable of being activated twice.
As for the maitre d' with the iPod and the lobotomy scars, he lifted a slim knife from the bar and drove it into his own neck. Once it was buried deep, he twisted, and finally collapsed. Necessary, but a shame. It was so hard to find good help these days.