6 ♢ third degree

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[ Batman ]
What's your first memory of the Joker?

[When an enemy happens to be the best source of information one might have, life sucks. But she's been wondering about this for a while now and every other question she came up with was too revealing. Here's to hoping he helps.

While she waits, she'll just take a trip up to the roof. Four Quinbits chatter happily as they follow her. The fifth is clutched tightly to her chest and, while it complains once, it doesn't try to escape her grip.]




[OOC: Open to anyone else who might meet her in the halls or likes visiting the roof.]

Comments

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

...Don't worry too much about it. I've heard 'em all a thousand times before. They just get a little old sometimes.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

I'll try to avoid it in the future. Hope it's not too bothersome, dealin' with me. I don't...talk to a lotta' people. Even back home.

[He sits down again, laying on the roof and looking up.]

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

I've dealt with worse. I was a psychiatrist, remember? As long as you don't try to eat me like one of my patients did, we'll be okay.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

What the hell?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Croc. Looks like a human crocodile and has the teeth to match. I nearly lost a hand.

I gotta tell you, Arkham, where I worked, was a lot of things, but it was never boring.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

What the hell kinda' people do they keep there?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

The criminally insane population of Gotham City. So the crazy of the crazy basically.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Why would you even take that job?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

I was always fascinated by the criminal mind. There was a certain sense of glamor involved in working with the super-criminals. And I really thought I'd be able to get through to them, understand their motivations.

[And publish a book containing all their secrets propelling her to fame and fortune.]

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Why's that?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Dunno. Just did.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

I'd be wary of starting a career path over "I dunno". Maybe it's not what you were meant to do.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[Oh, she knows why. She just forgot. Thank you, castle.]

Well, have you ever felt like you have to do something? No real explanation why you just need to? It was like that.

Anyway, it's not like it lasted long. I was a patient instead of a doctor soon enough.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Like instincts?

How'd that happen?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

I don't...I don't actually remember. I did something I wasn't supposed to, but I can't remember what exactly. This is so weird.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

...So was that what this place took from you?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

I don't...know. A lot of weird things have been going on lately.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Weird for THIS place?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

I don't know!

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Calm down.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

S-Sorry. I don't...I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean to shout.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Are you okay?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

I think turning in sounds like a good idea.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Fair enough. Guess I should do that.

[He hesitates for a moment, then walks over to put out a hand.]

Nice to meetcha', Miss Quinzel.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

You too, Akira.

[She smiles, but she's shaking. And not from close proximity to mythological creature.]