[A few bubbly cheers from Harley as she is invited back into the Joker's good graces. One hug later, and...]

..... HAAAAAAAAAARLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!

Private note to self: I hate this city.

The only problem with today's curse is that it changes little what I do throughout the day... Or even wear.

I still have my old trenchcoat and suit, though it's all grown a tad dusty...

... The stockpile of alcohol is certainly a change, however.

I've been cooped up for far too long in this quiet, empty warehouse. At least there are plans.

The clattering of a spoon into a plastic bowl filled with milk and Cap'N Sugar-Rot's Cereal echoes through the part of the warehouse that remains relatively empty in comparison to the cluttered, disorganized mess of "souvenirs" Jack had been collecting since his arrival to The City. It was a wide array of goodies, all with the theme of carnivals: ( Read more... )

Question: What does a jester muse in his own solitude?

[private]

She thinks hiding under an alias means I wouldn't find out she's here. She certainly knows I'm around... And do I detect resentment? I suppose it's unavoidable; Surely she must be at least somewhat troubled after the few attempts I've made against her life.

It appears Bats and his ( Read more... )

Did you hear the one about the blonde harlot who always seems to follow you wherever you will go, despite numerous attempts to crowbar her away from you quite forcibly, and despite numerous attempts at destroying, eviscerating, and altogether sacrificing her for your own needs?

Don't worry if you haven't.

It's not very funny.

Couplets are fun...

... but they lack a punchline.

Like so:

There are these two guys in a lunatic asylum. One night, they decide they don't like living in the asylum anymore! They decide... They're going to escape! So, they get up on the roof, and there, just across the narrow gap, they see the rooftops of the town, stretching away in the moonlight ( Read more... )

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock ( Read more... )