A Little Bird Told Me [Joker]

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Gotham City...The streets around here were worse than the previous places she had come from. The city was riddled with thugs and freaks in costumes. And this night, there was another one adding to the number. This would not be the first time she had gone out. She had do some small things around the city, but not enough to draw eyes to her. But enough for people to notice something was going on.

The young college student had just moved in to Gotham not too long ago. But long enough to now be trapped in by the FBI. She didn't fear them. She had no reason to. She had taken all the extra precautions to make sure her past was safe and locked away. She made sure none of the trails led back to her or the name of her past identity. The people she had worked with would surely do the same thing in her shoes. And after all this time growing in it, it was hard not to be able to perform such cover ups. And when you have special abilities, it just played in your favor.

College didn't start for a few more weeks, so she had some free time on her hands. And she had found herself falling back into an unhealthy life style again, but this time she had control over it. She was making the change for the good, so she thought. She wanted to change things, but you could only run from your past for so long.

Though this bird still have some song in her. And Sparrow was going to do what she could from what she knew. And the best way to deal with crime was to get inside of it. That is where she found herself as a new found vigilante. Often stopping petty fights between street gangs. The less there was of that and over territory the easier it would get to handle the situationist going in within Gotham. And with her abilities it helped to cool things down. But it was a threat for her interfering with such matters. She wanted nothing to do with them, but she only found herself drawn to the issues to solve them within.

Like a moth to the light, it was hard to stay away from what you knew of. Though this was not safe. But she was smart enough to find her way around. Someone was deliberately calling out to her. She could feel it and sense it with her mind. But who would be giving off something like that. The messages had come from hearing it through some thugs minds lately. She couldn't tell what for. She was unsure what it was that was going on, she just knew something was up and after her.

Brook wasn't on to sit around and had gone out to find it. The hints becoming stronger until something told her it had something to do with an old fair ground. Now that was weird. But she had gotten a message from some thug sending her that way.

She was not sure what to make of it. She was not informed on these strange freaks in Gotham. She had been struck in her own world within her past and had not had time learn of the world around her.

Brook had used her powers to hide her, gliding around the city, staying out of sight. She knew how to do that. Her long blonde hair catching the breeze that came as she moved. Her green eyes peered through the eye mask she wore as she landed within the fair grounds. Hearing some strange music coming to her through her mind. She could tell it was getting stronger as she got closer. The music becoming darker as she got closer. The thoughts more twisted as she moved in.

She stayed to the shadows, following the strange signals in her mind she was picking up. Her black boots now making a sound as she snuck around the grounds. As Sparrow she tried to blend in with the darkness of the night. There was no one there to have to hide from, but the signal she was getting was causing her to become curious. She wanted to find out what this was.

Sparrow walked up to the back of a tents. She didn't want to go around front to the entrance. Something was in there, but not on the side she was standing. Brook glanced around and saw a detached part of the tent and walked over to it.

Looking through it the tent was dark, and it was hard to tell if it was empty or not. She shut down her mind for a while so she could try to focus and listen for anything around her. The strange twisted sounds only calling out more. What was that? This was unlike anything she had picked up before.

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The fairgrounds were once a place where children and young adults could safely wander to enjoy themselves late at night, hence the decorations that were slowly rusting and decaying. Unfortunately, as the newcomer would soon learn, this place was no longer warm and welcome. It still had a clown, but his jokes were more harmful than hysterical. The sick mind that she had sensed could only belong to one of Gotham’s most feared rogues; the Joker. The Clown Prince of Crime prided himself on the level of sadism his sick mind was capable of, which was attested to by the current condition of a certain vigilante named Nightwing. Now that had been fun. Lucky for the intruder, however, he had gotten his fill with the former Robin. She would either need to prove useful, or just disappear.

In the center of a smaller tent – one that had apparently belonged to the magician – sat the Joker on a large, purple couch. His attention was focused on a twenty-seven inch cathode ray JVC television which was currently showing the latest news coverage on the FBI’s take over. A light layer of static covered the screen; part of it from a poor signal, the rest from age. The Joker was a man of simple needs when it came to the current technology. Yes, he had the money that the Riddler had so reluctantly donated, but that was set aside for bigger and better things than a fifty inch liquid crystal display and high definition television. Besides, watching carnage on the old television made things creepier.

Between his criss-crossed legs sat a large bowl of butter popcorn which he ate at a steady pace as he watch the television like a small child waiting for their gifts on Christmas morning. It was quality entertainment. Plus, they had continuous ‘Joker Coverage’ which was all about him and his escape. The narcissist in him adored the coverage and he could continue to feed that narcissism until something better came along.

That’s when he heard a slight rustling behind him; someone had snuck into the tent. It was the hyenas; that much he knew. He would hear the panting and laughing of the two canines if it was. Ugh, how he loathed that sound. No, this was different. This was the sound of someone sneaking around in his abode. ”Boy did you pick the wrong abandoned fairgrounds.” After tossing a few more kernels of popcorn into his mouth, the Joker set the bowl down and faced the intruder with a wide grin on his face. ”And just who might you be?”

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Brook's head whipped in the direction of where the voice was coming from. She hadn't expected anyone like this to actually catch her. She'd have to remember to be quieter. Next time, just walk through the tent rather than sneaking in. These were the times she wished she had been smarter and used her powers.

She had pulled back and away from the curtain of the tent's siding. And now stood in the open of the tent. She was too afraid to make a run for it. The figure she saw was more shocking to see at the moment. She wasn't used to the sight that she saw.

The light from the Tv gave her a bit of sight of the man in the chair. It looked like one of those clowns out of some terror ride at an amusement park. How ironic? But it wasn't all that funny. His grin was not something she wanted to see in match with his tone of voice.

His mind was giving off so much bad vibes. She could almost feel his thoughts in the works, Something had gone on with this man. There was something different about his than most crooks. And one look around this place didn't tell her that he was just some homeless man trying to get a few laughs for money.

Her eyes were wide and fixed on the man looking over at her. She had lost concentration and let out through her mind a thought out loud, stay back. And it didn't sound like how one would tell themselves to stay back. It was more of a threat made in fear. Brook hadn't want to say anything, but didn't realize she was projecting her thoughts.

Though the man had her more frightened on the spot with his thought process going on. And the look and grin to match it. She had faced some of the worse back when...she had left her past life. But this man took the prize. He wanted nothing more than pain and suffering more twisted than most minds. Brook decided to play it smart and answer him. "Sp-parrow," she stutter out, her cool edge not there like she could usually give.

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The Joker stared at the young girl curiously. She wasn’t any of the Bat’s brats, unless he had adopted; again. No, the Bat wouldn’t adopt another girl, especially while Batgirl was still in his employ, and he hadn’t heard any chatter about something happening to her. This girl was new to Gotham and obviously on her own. Had she known anything about Gotham, she would know to stay the hell away from the old fairgrounds. Everyone knew this was Joker territory and unless you wanted a permanent smile, you stayed away. Maybe this girl was feeling a little down. Perhaps she needed a clown to put a smile on that face of hers. He would be more than happy to oblige.

His mind was suddenly berated with a faded shout of ‘stay back’. How curious. He certainly had no intention of staying back, so he knew it wasn’t his own thoughts. Plus, the voice was extremely feminine. Very curious, in deed. It would seem that the voice came from the petite girl standing in front of him, but he knew her lips never moved. Either his psychosis was evolving and he was hearing women’s voices, too, or this girl had telepathic powers. This just got more and more interesting as time went on.

Half expecting the girl to mouth off like Nightwing loved to, he was slightly shocked when she stuttered out her name. Sparrow? Really? We have a bird infestation in this damn city. He mused to himself with a slender hand held under his chin thoughtfully. Obviously she was not fighting one side or the other; otherwise she would have attacked him then and there. No, this girl was ripe for the picking. He could almost smell the fear on her. How delicious!

”Well, Sp-parrow,” His voice was mocking, ”I’m guessing from your tone that you have no clue who the hell I am, but you’re smart enough to be scared. That’s smart.” The Joker stayed where he was standing, not needing to advance towards this girl to intimidate her. Apparently, his appearance was already doing that just fine.

Something about this girl seemed familiar; telepath, blond, bird-themed name. That’s when it hit him. There had been a meta in Metropolis causing trouble with one of his rival’s gangs. She had called herself ‘Nightingale’. Perhaps this was the same girl. What a curious thought; not many people went from Metropolis to Gotham. It was typically the other way around. There was only one way to determine if this was the same girl or not. ”Are you sure your name isn’t Nightingale?” His tone was icy as he stared her down.

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Brook stood and listened to the clown go on. There was just something more about him than his appearance that she didn't like. She didn't want to try and read his mind or anything like that at the moment. Just the vibes he had given off was enough to send a shiver down her spine.

There was something he did that just seemed more threatening about his mind. No, there were a lot of things he had done. She could feel pain and suffering, but not from him. It wasn't his pain, it was the pain of others that had faced him. What was going on in his mind?

She wouldn't be able search his mind for the answers without him noticing. It took a lot of focus to complete such a task at the moment. His twisted him, it just screamed such horrible things. Things she did not wish to see. She didn't need to see it to believe it. This mind said it all, even without her digging to find it.

Brook withdrew herself from her thoughts to get away from it. She needed a break and the look the clown was giving her just made her uneasy. But it was his next words that stopped her cold and got her to look him in the eyes. Her own returning a darkened look from the once fear filled mind. "Where did you hear this," she questioned him for knowing this piece of information. How had he known this? She had hid everything. Now she was curious as to what information he possessed if he had that one bit.

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The Joker’s smile took on a dark tone as she squeaked out her response to the killer clown. Paralyzing people with fear never grew old for him; it was like his own favorite pass time. Her own shaky question confirmed his suspicions whether she intended to or not. She was the Nightingale vigilante he had heard so much about. One of his, erm, acquaintances had told the clown about some blond brat causing problems for a rival gang. Being the kind of guy he was, the Joker found it amusing. It was funny to him that the underworld of Metropolis felt so well equipped to handle Superman, but throw a vigilante in the mix and all hell broke loose.

Now this bird was in Gotham; how intriguing. What on earth could this girl have done to force her from the pristine city of Metropolis to the dingy underbelly of Gotham? Perhaps the proper question was what happened to her. Either way, the Joker could use this to his advantage. He had heard that the girl could control things with his mind, but it had never been confirmed. The rumors about the Batman were that he drank his victims’ blood and that he could fly, but the Joker knew that was an extreme exaggeration. He figured the same could be said for her.

”I’m the Clown Prince of Crime. I specialize in hearing things I shouldn’t.” He chuckled darkly as he leaned against the back of the couch with his arms crossed, studying the girl carefully. If he needed, he could always call to the hyenas to attack her. She likely would be able to fend for herself, but they would provide a proper distraction. Harley would be pissed, but he could just steal her some new ones later. Right now, it was recruiting time.

The Joker had everything in motion for his next plot to take down Gotham, but he would need an elite force to keep himself on his self-appointed pedestal in the not too distant future. This girl would definitely be a great contribution to that team. It was just a matter of twisting her. ”What’s scared you out of Metropolis? You accidentally kill someone after ripping off a rival gang? Heheheh…”

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Brook started to stand her ground a bit more. If this clown knew too much, it wasn't a good thing for her. It wasn't like people were going around talking about her. But if this guys actions were as messed up as his mind, she wouldn't put it pass him in having his ways of getting information any way he can.

"I'd say it's a pleasure meeting you, but then again...it's not," she commented flatly. "The title seems to fit," she mumbled over the clown part. This guy definitely had the freakish scare from a child's nightmare look going on, but he did have a sick and twisted sense of humor from what she was picking up.

She listened to the clown for a moment. She didn't take her eyes off him. Looking as bit more serious and less scared. "Lets just say. I'm a bit tired of running with that crowd. And please the thugs that get caught in those things, that's their own faults," she said out. She hated taking lives and have never been forced too. It had always been from some one higher up.

Thought the people who had stood in the way had only themselves to blame for their actions. Just like she was for her involvement with something that had gone too far. It's one thing for thugs to get taken out because of the jobs they choice, but when men and women trying to support a family was caught in the cross-fired. That's where she drew the line.

"I prefer the whole working alone things. Too many people in a group can slow you down," she commented toward taking on this whole vigilante thing. She had had enough of working with a team that would just turn on you in the end. That was no way to work. And after all she had been through she had plenty of reasons to try and get out of it.

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The Joker rolled his eyes as he folded his hand under his chin thoughtfully. ”Unfortunately, there’re so many damn vigilantes in this city you can’t help but all run together in a group.” He was getting sick of the infestation of vigilantes in Gotham. Didn’t Metropolis need a few? He would be more than happy to share with Lex Luthor. Hell, ol’ baldie had to be getting sick of fighting Supes. What a boring, monotonous battle. The Joker preferred to punch a bag of bones instead of a bag of steel. It made things more fun; for him, at least. This girl would surely find the same fate – being beaten mercilessly – unless, of course, she decided to team up with the Joker. Of course, he would still beat the crap out of her, but it would keep her safe from the jaws of Killer Croc.

He paced carefully around the girl; not quite looking at her, but not completely ignoring her, either. How could he twist this mind? Torture was too much time to be invested into recruiting someone. Plus, he always risked the chance of getting carried away and killing his victim. No, this girl would just have to flat out be persuaded. He would have to convince her that joining the proverbial dark side would be more beneficial to her. The only question was how he was going to do this. ”So, then, I can only assume you’re snooping around here because you aren’t quite committed to the vigilante life style. I mean, if you were, I would think we would be engaged in an intense battle right now.” He smiled at her darkly before chuckling.

With one swift move, the Joker spun the plush, purple chair around and plopped himself back into it. He crossed his right leg over his right and brought his hands together into a thoughtful temple in front of his face. His black eyes studied the body language of the blond in front of him carefully. ”Gotham can be a tough city, so you’ve got to know the right crowd to run with. Not all shiny like Metropolis.”

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Brook listened to his response, her eyes following him as he walked about. "Well, I tented to keep myself separated from that herd. I tent to be more of the lone wolf than the mindless sheep," she commented honestly. She had her own beliefs on the whole justice system. And locking creeps away never seemed to help. But she didn't go as far as to take someone's like in her own hands. She always found other ways to deal with people.

Her eyes followed him a bit uneasily as he paced around her. She felt like he was a lion looking for a kill. Brook had made the wrong move stepping into the lion's den. She was on his turf, but she was new in town. How should she know to follow up on what went down in Gotham. Brook had stuck to what she knew back in Metropolis. There hadn't been time to follow Gotham. All she knew was there was more out there and it was her chance to get away from the crowd she was in with.

Remaining silent for a bit, she listened. He was getting to a point in something. His chuckle sent a bit of a shiver down her spine, just the way he was. She watched him as he went off and was back in his purple chair again. She knew his eyes were on her, watching for a sign of weakness. Brook was a bit more relax with him stepping away from her.

Crossing her arms at his mention of Metropolis being a shiny city. She leaned off to one side a bit of a smirk coming to her face. "Not from where I'm around it wasn't all that shiny," she replied flatly. The things she had seen and been apart of had though couldn't quite match the strange vibes she was getting of this guy. But she had seen enough through her own eyes. "I set my own pace. And besides, you gave me no reason to attack," she stated to the clown sitting away from her. She was starting to collect herself a bit and gain some ground against the clown.

If Gotham was tough, she'd just have to be tougher to stand her ground. Though, there was a hint of thought going through her mind over the whole committed to being a vigilante. What was a true vigilante any ways? Sure they helped people out, but sometimes seemed to do things that benefited them as well. Though at least where she ahd come from that was how it had been.

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The Joker chuckled darkly to himself as she defended her so called honor. Did she really think he cared that much about what crowds she ran with in Metropolis? This was Gotham. And sure, not all of Metropolis was shiny, but unlike his fair city, you had to go searching for the darker parts in Superman’s town. This girl was definitely interesting and definitely confused. Had she been committed to the vigilante game, she would have either high tailed it out of there or tried to kill him by now. Try, being the key word. So many had tried before and just as man had failed, but not all had been as entertaining. Perhaps this girl would learn some showmanship under the right tutelage.

”And what were you expecting to find in an abandoned fairground in the middle of Gotham? A tent full of puppies? Hehehe…” He shook his head as he wiped away a nonexistent tear from his dark eyes. The clown’s lanky legs were crossed in front of him as he brought his hands back in front of his face in a temple. He was contemplating his next move to take with this young, susceptible mind. How to mold it to best suit him in the coming days.

With the FBI keeping their presence up in Gotham, the Joker had to keep his head down so as to not end back up in Arkham before he could unleash his most villainous plot. Perhaps this girl would be helpful. If he could get her to join his side, then he would have yet another pawn to wreak havoc until he was ready to strike. Yes, and with Harley absent he really needed someone to cause trouble with him. ”You don’t have to kill someone to be a villain. From what I’ve heard, you weren’t exactly on the lightest side of the moral scale.”

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"Oh, please. Do you really think someone walking about at this time of night would be doing something like that," Brook rolled her eyes from behind the mask as she leaned her weight to one leg and crossed her arms. Sure the clown was creepy, but it was comments like that that brought her back to standing up for herself. She wasn't some college student looking to have a good time shopping or anything like that.

The college student part yes, but the good time was more of looking for trouble. She liked and disliked her powers. She wasn't just some fear show that showed off her powers. She was a skilled fighter as well. She didn't always use her powers if she didn't think she needed them to scare people.

Though something within her wanted to get that extra boost of confidence to be able to just step into some where and have people now find the powers as a freak thing. Then again, there was also this sense of power that came with these abilities. The feel of having power and control over something was always exciting. Something many wanted to have. And she had it. She just lacked the confidence to strike such a thing.

She watched the clown as she seemed to be trying to read her. She still had her defenses up, not trusting what was going on. But she needed to put a little attitude to her unwelcomed appearance to his place. Just to show she had edge and wasn't about to just run away like probably most people would have facing him.

Listening to him trying to reason with knowing a bit of her past. But it was the words of moral and scale that caught her attention at most. The group she had ran with had been quite secretive. Secretive enough that they had never had to deal with Superman. Brook just stared at him for a bit. Not wanting to answer back with the reply to assure him of his answer.

"What are you talking about? A moral scale? Do I look like some kind of alien or something to you," she spat back at him. Her tongue a bit sharp with the words. She wasn't just some freak show. She was a human. Well at least a human with a bit of powers. More of skills of the mind as some would say. Brook was becoming more defensive and bold as he was striking along the right cords.

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The Joker’s face lit up with a wicked grin. This was just too easy. She was letting him get to her and twist her in ways that he could only dream about twisting the Batman or one of his birdies. Her sharp tongue and quick responses were the exact characteristics of his favorite kinds of recruits. The best thing was that she came with her own costume and it was in no way affiliated with clowns. There would be no tying her to him; everyone expected his work to have ‘ha ha ha’ written all over it. To be fair, it usually did, but sometimes the best laid plans required an air of mystery instead of a grand performance. He just wasn’t sure if he was happy about this, or dreading it.

He studied her carefully, running through different scenarios in his mind and choosing his manipulative words very carefully. If he wanted this girl to side with him and not the Bat, he would have to be very careful how he did it. Sprinkle in a little bit of nurturing, psychopathic father, add a lot of self-doubt for her, and mix in a good heap of anger. Yes, that was what little Joker Girls were made of. ”You’re the only one who said something about not being human. Don’t tell me the rumors are true! Is little Sparrow a meta? Or is she just a wanna-be?” Rumors of metas were rampant in Metropolis. It was, after all, where the most famous meta lived. It just made things that much harder to believe. Every gang claimed to have a meta on their side to try to intimidate other gangs and it usually turned out that they just had some guy with big muscles. There were, however, occasions where this wasn’t the case and they really did have a meta. Perhaps this was one of them.

Not wanting to push her on that quite yet, the Joker moved on to something else. ”So you try to hang with the boys but they just don’t respect you, am I right?” It wasn’t much of a leap to take; crime fighting and crime itself was notorious for being a boys’ club. Perhaps he would win her like this. ”My hench-wench Harley had the same problem. I brought her in with me and now she’s my right hand lady – well, when she’s not locked up in Arkham, heheh.” He told his lie with a somber tone in his voice, as if he actually cared about the gender bias. Had he not been destined to be a comedian, he would have made a damn fine actor. ”The vigilante’s here aren’t much for letting girls play. The Batcave has a big ‘No Girl’s Allowed!’ sign on it, heheheh… I, on the other hand, love to take any twisted mind.”

It was at this point that he leaned forward and looked deeply into her eyes, his black, beady ones bearing down almost into her soul. ”And you, my dear, have a very twisted mind.” He let he words drip from his mouth like molasses before busting into gut wrenching laughter, as he always did. This poor girl likely wouldn’t be able to make heads or tails of this situation. Luckily, good ol’ Uncle Joker was there to help.

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Brook watched him. Her eyes narrowing a bit when he seemed to taunt her a bit on using her words against her. This annoyed her. And the part of being a wanna-be, make her balance herself out and body tense in anger. Was this guy really going to question her on that. She didn't want to say it but this guy was pushing her buttons Her fists were clenched at her side. A strange gust of wind started to pick up, rattling the ropes of the old tent, and the cloth that covered it. Through gritted teeth she was about to snap back about calling her a wanna-be and prove that she was the really deal. She didn't like to be looked down upon.

But she was stopped before she could reply. The Joker seemed to go into more on this subject with just a hint of a turn in the road. She noticed. What was he getting at? "I have no need to prove myself," she commented. Half a lie. She wanted to use her powers and be in control of things for herself, but society seemed to want to hide those with special powers.

She listened to him none the less though. There was something about his words. What he was saying seemed true enough. But what was he trying to do? She could not just try to read his mind while he was focused on her, he'd know she was inside his head.

Some one with a mind this sick wasn't just crazy, there was strategy and smarts behind what ever was being played. She wasn't sure she wanted to find out what it was. This guy was creeping her out, but at the same time, there was something interesting about him. She wanted to know what he was getting at. Someone like this didn't seem to waste their him if they thought they were.

His laughter echoed around her. And in her mind. Her mind was locking in on his. She was curious to see what was going on. What he might be planning. There was power in presents alone and this guy...well clown seemed to have that factor. "What do you mean twisted," she asked seeming to take the bait. She wonder what he saw that she couldn't see herself. Her fist no longer tightly clenched at her sides, but her body tense.

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The Joker raised a brow and looked at the blond sardonically before chuckling. ”You’re wearing a costume while running around in the middle of night in a city that’s going to Hell in a hand basket. You have to be twisted to even think that’s a good idea, vigilante or not.” He tapped a lanky green finger against his temple, as if trying to get it through her head just what he was saying. These twisted sentiments and words were slowly working inside her mind, making her question herself; he could see it on her face. Metas and humans alike had troubles keeping their thoughts straight with the Joker around. Even telepaths like that Martian Manhunter fellow had trouble trying to sort through the Joker’s mind to figure out what was true and what was false. So much sadism with such little cranial space made things cramped and chaotic up there in his psyche; just the way he liked it.

Standing up and approaching the girl, the Joker bared down on her with his full, toothy grin. His razor sharp teeth were illuminated by the sketchy lighting in the tent as his pencil thin frame was illuminated by the TV that was simply showing static behind him. It all set the mood he wanted, which was why he called this place home sweet home. ”Tell me, why exactly did you wander into my little ha-hacienda?” A new approach, this time inferring his intentions instead of outright saying them. It tended to be more effective with stubborn young ones like the girl before him. Teenagers: they always thought they knew everything.

”Were you drawn in by the decrepit old lights? What about the eerie, off key carnival music slowly floating through the old fair grounds? Or do you just like termite ridden wood and creepy clowns?” He broke into made laughter, yet again, before recomposing himself. ”There is no good intention that brings a naïve little girl into this place. Ol’ Batsy rarely stops by, himself! So, therefore, I must infer that you are indeed a twisted mind.” He bent at the waist so that he was face to face with the petite girl, his beady eyes fixed on her. ”Twisted like me.”

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Listen to the clown try to point out the obvious of the situation. "Doesn't every body," she replied sarcastically as she watched the clown's movement of his hand and his eyes watching her. She still had questions. But what they were about now were even confusing to her at the moment. She kept her guard up and was trying to think of the situation while this clown was messing with her mind. And he didn't even have any powers. She was able to try and keep up with her own remarks though.

Her eyes drifted for a moment, looking over the area underneath the tent they stood in. He definitely had a set up for himself. She wonder just how he could live like this though with. It seemed to fit his mind though. Her gaze returned to the Joker as soon as she saw the smallest movement from his direction. He was standing up and coming toward her now.

She liked it better when he had been watching her from his chair rather than having him up close again. She was still getting a strong reading on his mind. But it was difficult to explain. There was no way she wanted to broadcast her own thoughts.

His tall figure loomed over her. He had to be almost a foot taller than her. Well if not, at least more than seven inches. She wasn't about to question his height. It was creepy enough that he was now questioning her. What was he getting at?

"There was something...interesting about this place," she answered him before he had continued. She had hesitated for a moment. That was only to cover up her true reason for coming into this part of the place. Which was the mind waves she had been picking up from his twisted thoughts.

His questioned continued. Brook was getting annoyed and creeped out by this clown. His laughter just ringing out and matching the scenery around them. And when he bent a bit to become face to face with her, Brook wanted to take a step back, but wasn't sure what might be behind her.

She didn't like to have eye contact with closely. She was still trying to hold back her powers from acting out against the new situation. "Twisted is right. Especially by your own standards and living conditions," she commented dryly. Probably only digging herself into a deeper hole. She was just trying to keep her own mind strong against his mind game or what ever he was trying to do.