The Universe's Mixer

It was time.

Jack had gotten a note about a certain request being filled. He'd let it sit for as long as he thought was safe, erring on the side of just a little bit too long, but right on the asshole edge of anything that would make Jonathan think that he'd given up on the idea of spreading toxin across the whole of the City.

He arrived at the asylum in a panel truck that should have been carrying an industrial sized furnace, which he backed right into the delivery bay. He'd never had the furnace, of course. He'd just stolen the truck from the shipyards. Probably somebody down there was going to wonder how they hell they were supposed to move a couple of tons of metal without their truck. They were also probably going to get fired for leaving the keys in it. Jack hadn't helped the situation by leaving a note in nicely printed letters saying THANKS FOR THE KEYS!

Sometimes he thought it was more friendly to leave notes.

Most of the time, he just did it to be a dick.

Jack left the truck running as he went to the front of Arkham. He didn't even bother to stop at reception this time, just walked right through. Right to Crane's office.

"Knocky knock! You've missed me, I know you have!"

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( To: Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Tony Stark (+1), Dinah Lance (+1), Erik, Christine Daee, Eric Northman, Red Northman, Doctor Jonathan Crane, Edward Nigma, Lois Lane, Lestat de Lioncourt, Rufio, Tinkerbell )

( To Jack (Joker) )

"He will see you now," Tony's receptionist said, looking the redheaded woman over. Enigma did her best not to make a face as she stood and grabbed her laptop case, walking into Tony's office.

She pulled her jacket off, not looking up at the man yet as she opened her hard case, sliding her resume across the table at Tony (which of course did not include her illicit activities, but was truthful over the fact she had been arrested in Gotham), before taking a seat, for once not on him or the desk, but across from him, crossing a leg over the other, pulling down her skirt, finally looking up at him.

"I have samples of all of the projects described, though you've met Timmy," she stated, waiting for him to review the resume.

She hadn't come out right and asked him for a job, but she had set up the meeting as an interview (even if she didn't give her name...or a name he would recognize as hers, unless the wedding invite arrived before her), but it was obvious what she was after.