Madness cannot be as easily solved [Joker]

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Edward walked into the bar in his full blown bright green suit, fedora, and mask. His cane rolled in his hand as he walked in. Since his dip in the Lazurus Pit, he didn’t particularly need the cane, but old habits die hard, and he felt the need to keep it on his person none the less. The usually dirty germ ridden scum sat inside, not even taking a second look at the Riddler. It was a place where a rogue could be himself without drawing any unwanted attention, which for the plan he had been working over half a year to set up was something he didn’t want attention on. There were always those in this world who wanted to cheat, and Edward really really hated cheaters.

The bartender had his drink waiting for him as he walked passed the bar, he grabbed it in his hand, moving off to one of the booths shaded in darkness. He had a bit of a bounce in his step, even though he suspected this meeting would be nightmarish, but with his voice back, all the parts working, and finally things coming into place, he was quite happy. He sipped on his drinks, looking at the card game going on in the center. He chuckled to himself, “You all must realize he’s bluffing, his eyebrow arches a millimeter more than the other one, expressing a sense of nervousness while still taunting confidence, you would have to be fools to not see it,” he remarked causally as he walked passed the game.

The man growled and threw down his cards, standing up. He was a large thug, like most brutes with no intelligent thought going through their head were. Edward only continued to sip on his drink until the man blocked his path to the booth. His noose scrunched together in annoyance and at the disgusting body odor the man alluded. “I knew you were stupid, but you can’t be this moronic,” Edward muttered looking up at the man. No one stepped in front of the Riddler.

“You lost me fifty grand,” the man growled, popping his neck and hands.

“You’re making a fuss over such a small amount,” he sighed, “May I be candid, and suggest instead of throwing money you don’t have in games you can’t afford, you invest it into your education, we all can see quite clearly the poorly government ran public school did nothing to help with you.” The man looked ready to hit Edward, which was a normal look Edward received. Edward eyes traveled easily over the scenario. He knew a flat out hit from this man would knock him flat, but he never suspected that to occur. “Gravity, it’s quite a funny thing, and powerful too. Did you know that the mass is actually bending the fabric of space and time which creates it? No, of course not,” he pulled out his gun, “You would know though that what goes up, must come,” he fired, not at the man, but in the corner of the bar, everyone flinched, looking to see who had been hit. It wasn’t who though, but rather what. Edward stepped back from the man, as the chain he hit started to come undone.

“You think you’re all smart with your big,” the brute started, only to be interrupted by the large ceiling fan landing on top of him, knocking him straight to the ground.

“Down,” Edward finished, walking around the unconscious man and the destroyed fan to the table. He took a seat, taking another sip of his glass. He could fell the stares for a moment longer before people got smart and went back to their conversations. Edward always arrived on time, but he suspected the clown wouldn’t get here until much later. He checked his phone, the gleefulness he had felt moments before slowly dying with the small annoyances of every day stupidity. No, he was so close, so close to getting revenge and destroying the Batman. He needed to be on his best if he hoped to make it out of this meeting. He didn’t particularly enjoy working with the Joker. The man was mad, and always could throw a wrench into any well thought out strategy, but the one thing he knew, as did every rogue, you couldn’t successfully break Batman without the Joker.

[The Joker]

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So, if there are problems please tell me and I will edit the post^^

As a real Diva the Clown Prince of Crime liked to arrive late and this time wasn't an exception, maybe only the Bat could have been an exception. Their dances were the first clown's priority, the crucial point about his craziness...at the end...the Batman made the Joker...and the clown was grateful in his own funny way.

However the Jester's thoughts were focused on another one tonight, not be jealous Batsy.
The Riddler had to be a very kooky one for asking the Joker's attention, one should be very careful because when you had got in his thoughts then you had become one of his preys.
Better not joke with him...the Joker was the one who jokes...as the name suggested.

The Joker made his entrance with his purple suit, the long edges of it were touching the floor lightly, his weight was over the cane clenched in the right hand, the left hand was in the trousers' poket but no hat over the acid green head.
The tongue licked the red lips and a longing for alcohol started growling inside, but the Jester wasn't caring about that because something was different in here.

Usually when the Joker was in the club everybody turned their head and a silence came down then a murmur started from the crowd, but not this sime.
This meeting wasn't starting well.
The Jester narrowed his green eyes and his eyebrows made a V, something pesky grew in him and he clenched his fists.
Clinical eyes wandered around the dumped place, he noticed some differences, but only some of them interested the clown: a man and a fan on the floor.
The rest was simple deduction...two plus two equals a fish, right?

It was impossible not see Riddler's green suit, his questions points and his mask that Joker always found funny, but not now.
The Joker passed by the barista without taking any drink, gaze fixed on the Riddler "Seems I missed the show..." the clown smiled walking towards the question mark guy "...Eddie" the Joker spelled the name with a whisper then his laugh filled the pub and just that made everyone silent for a moment. Ah,the therapy power of the laughter.

The clown walked over the unconscious-thing pressing his fine shoes on the back and arrived at the table where the Riddler was.
The Joker whirled his cane that stopped its rotation hitting the table "Enjoying the drink?" he rose a brow moving his eyes on the drink in Eddie's hand. The clown smiled involuntarily.

The Joker was always amused when a crazy fellow asked for his help, surely Riddler was on something, the clown believed that Eddie's mind was always filled with endless plans.
The Joker could understand that...his own head was always overfilled with endless dances.

"I..." the clown pointed to himself "...am the showman, Riddler" a theatrical sigh "Well...maybe I can forgive you" he sat down in front of Eddie and near the Jolly cane on the table, Joker called his cane like that because the handle was a smiling face.
"I hope you are not wasting my time, Eddie, I have people to meet...places to go...you know...or maybe you don't" a chuckle.

The Joker accepting a meeting was a rare thing because he liked to work alone most of the time, from his crazy point of view the other fellows weren't as funny as him, maybe only the Batman was a funny-winged-guy for the Joker, the only one who could entertain him.

The Joker tilted his head a little and crossed his legs "So...What's happening in there?" he rose his gloved hand, the index was moved towards Riddler and Joker tried to poke the center of Eddie's forehead.

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Edward mood slowly started to dwindle as seconds ticked to minutes and minutes ticked to hours. He truly didn’t know why he even kept with his prompt attendance when everyone around him seemed to be running on a slower timetable. He had expected this with the Joker, yet it still grated at his nerves. He downed his second drink, rolling a lollipop between his fingers until he heard a familiar voice.

His lips turned into a straight line as he watched the clown make his introduction. Always seeking an audience like a desperate actress on her third waitressing gig. He sat a bit straighter, preparing for what possible shenanigans might occur and forcing a smile on his face, even if he had been force to wait here far too long.

“Of course, I was merely preparing the below intelligent average audience for your arrival,” he smirked, trying to walk his way out of it. You could never quite know what would set off the Joker. It was like dealing with a ticking time bomb. Luckily, Edward had experience with explosives.

He tried not to wince as the man’s long finger came towards him. He never quite like touching the Joker. The man’s hygiene was questionable, but he kept his facial expression in a calm smile before smirking at the question. “Genius ideas as always, what else would you expect?” he grinned, rolling the lollipop as he pushed his drink aside. “I would never want to take up your time, but I have a plan that will solve two riddles at once. The Batman and Lex Luthor and all you have to do is make a quick visit to a nice mansion,” he chuckled, “Any interest?”

[The Joker]

Joker was an observer, especially he knew smiles, so he could see that Edward was trying hard...and the clown liked it. He liked bothering Eddie with little things like arriving too late, everyone knew that Riddler arrived always punctual, or touching. However, the appearance was important to the Joker so he washed himself, sure, it was a waste of time for him worrying about these kind of things, but he cared. Anyhow, Eddie didn't need to know it, did he? No, Joker didn't care if people thought that he was dirty, in all the senses, until it had a purpose like bothering and having fun.

Joker put his hands under his chin and rose a shoulder gesturing his words "Of course..." he mocked him, just a little, using the right tone. He smiled, staring at him. Joker watched the drink being pushed aside so he grabbed Eddie's drink and finished it with a sip then he made a face as if he didn't like it. But he didn't or all of this was just another move to bother Eddie? And the glass had been empty since the beginning so the clown just drank nothing, the clown was playing. Joker knew what the other fellows thought about him, that he was a lunatic with a lunatic mood, you couldn't tell what he was going to do...frankly...he could try to smash this now-empty glass on Eddie's forehead just because he didn't like the drink or to mark a point or just because he felt like it or just because...well...the clown didn't really need to have a reason, frankly.

Lollipop, really? Then clowns are childish "You know...Harley likes them too" well, who didn't? "I like her" well, it was better that no one else liked her. However, he smirked saying that as if he was implying something else. He wasn't, just joking around, another little thing.

"Mhhh..." the clown frowned as if he was really thinking about it "...question marks?" he laughed a little weaving dangerously the glass in his hand. "Even: I took up yours" he thought about the time. However, his mood changed suddenly when he heard Riddler pronounce the nom de plume of his Batsy. His green eyes narrowed and lost all the sparkling, Joker merely noticed that the living riddles maker was talking about Luthor too. Surely, Eddie got the clown attention, but did he really realize how dangerous could it be?

Joker put down the now very-empty-glass without moving his eyes from Eddie's, his thumb started tapping the glass' edge in an interested manner "...a quick visit to a nice mansion" he quoted "Sounds more like a job for the catty lady" he rose a brow "Why are you asking me?" he was asking a question to Eddie, that was funny, but no laugh came out from his mouth.