First Date - I will bleed on your furniture
Characters: The Joker [OU]; Oracle/Barbara Gordon [OU]
Where: Sor-pente (Barbara's apartment)
When: Late night/early morning after the Joker's encounter with Tim and Duo (the log of which will be posted as soon as it's finished)
Summary: After taking a bullet to the shoulder, the Joker shows up on Barbara's doorstep in time for their so called "date".
Warnings: Blood?
It was approximately 2 a.m. in the morning when the Joker dragged himself into building three. In no real mood to climb any steps, he scouted around the first floor with a certain destination in mind.
Sor-pente. Here it was. Clutching his upper arm, the Joker turned and threw himself at the door, slamming his back against its surface with a loud rattle of wood and metal. Three times he knocked with the back of his head, two more with his heel. She'd told him to knock 'uniquely', after all. If the Oracle hadn't already been awake, she was certain to be awake by now. He would have preferred to jimmy the door open with a knife and some cards but he needed two arms for that and his shoulder was spasming too much for that sort of concentration. With a grunt of pain, he turned against the door and braced himself in the doorjamb with his good arm so that he wouldn't just fall in when the door was opened. If it was opened. He'd never met this woman but had reason to believe she knew him somehow and had some sort of connection to the resident Batclan.
Where: Sor-pente (Barbara's apartment)
When: Late night/early morning after the Joker's encounter with Tim and Duo (the log of which will be posted as soon as it's finished)
Summary: After taking a bullet to the shoulder, the Joker shows up on Barbara's doorstep in time for their so called "date".
Warnings: Blood?
It was approximately 2 a.m. in the morning when the Joker dragged himself into building three. In no real mood to climb any steps, he scouted around the first floor with a certain destination in mind.
Sor-pente. Here it was. Clutching his upper arm, the Joker turned and threw himself at the door, slamming his back against its surface with a loud rattle of wood and metal. Three times he knocked with the back of his head, two more with his heel. She'd told him to knock 'uniquely', after all. If the Oracle hadn't already been awake, she was certain to be awake by now. He would have preferred to jimmy the door open with a knife and some cards but he needed two arms for that and his shoulder was spasming too much for that sort of concentration. With a grunt of pain, he turned against the door and braced himself in the doorjamb with his good arm so that he wouldn't just fall in when the door was opened. If it was opened. He'd never met this woman but had reason to believe she knew him somehow and had some sort of connection to the resident Batclan.