Lisa was getting used to these spontaneous knocks at her door, really. She half expected it to be the Joker. Drying her hands from the dishes she'd been washing, she threw the hand towel onto the kitchen counter and ran her hands through her hair as she walked to the door, sighing. It took a second to undo the deadbolt, and she pulled the door open without another thought.
It was a decision she regretted almost immediately.
"What are you doing here?" She spat out - the word practically spilled out her mouth, and she was just a vessel, powerless to stop the female-driven, emotional dilemma that caught her between trying to remember how exactly she should be acting mixing with the distaste of seeing Jackson Rippner at her front door.
The first thing he did was put his foot in the door way, the second was to smile at her. "Why hello Lis'. Going to let me in or should we have this social call outside?" He asked in a dry sort of tone that said they'd be going inside whether her testy attitude agreed or not.
He glanced over her face a moment, expression concentrated as he tracked her movements. She didn't seem hurt, not in her movements or to the eye. His smile thinned as he processed. "You look well."
"I thought you were someone else," it was a terrible excuse but it would do for now because what she really needed was him to believe that she was on his side about the Joker, and all of this was creeping back into her mind as she continued opening her mouth. She had to stop herself from rambling. "Do you have to be here?" The answer was clear. Realizing she couldn't yank the door shut with his foot there, she pushed it open instead and turned away.
Why was this becoming a habit? Letting dangerous men into her house? She was supposed to have become more careful than this. She was supposed to know better.
"What's this social call about?" She turned away from him immediately as she walked away from the door. Distance. She knew well enough by now to keep her distance from him, at least, if she wanted at least a snowball's chance in hell of fighting back if it came to that - which it often did.
Jackson stepped in, letting out a low whistle as he did. "Would you look at that, all I needed to do was ask. You see Lis'? We can be adults about this." he said as he strolled after her, looking around as though he hadn't broken in and seen the place a few times before.
"I came to check up." He turned back to her with his full attention. "Assess the damage."
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It was a decision she regretted almost immediately.
"What are you doing here?" She spat out - the word practically spilled out her mouth, and she was just a vessel, powerless to stop the female-driven, emotional dilemma that caught her between trying to remember how exactly she should be acting mixing with the distaste of seeing Jackson Rippner at her front door.
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He glanced over her face a moment, expression concentrated as he tracked her movements. She didn't seem hurt, not in her movements or to the eye. His smile thinned as he processed. "You look well."
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Why was this becoming a habit? Letting dangerous men into her house? She was supposed to have become more careful than this. She was supposed to know better.
"What's this social call about?" She turned away from him immediately as she walked away from the door. Distance. She knew well enough by now to keep her distance from him, at least, if she wanted at least a snowball's chance in hell of fighting back if it came to that - which it often did.
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"I came to check up." He turned back to her with his full attention. "Assess the damage."
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