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

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Right now. Give me the hardest hit you've got.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

This isn't one of those tricks where you're secretly made of steel or something and I'm going to break my hand hitting you, is it?

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Not if I roll with the punch. My bones are very dense, but it only hurts if I brace myself.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[Here's to hoping Red's chemicals let her punch a werewolf and live to tell.]

Ow!

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

If I say my bones are dense, punching me in the head isn't exactly the best course of action. Considering all the bones are right there, at the surface. Should've done a body hit. I can move with the momentum, but it's still gonna' be hard to negate impact when you do that.

[Excuse him while he fixes his broken nose and cleans his bloody face.]

God-DAMN, you hit hard. I've never seen a man punch me like that. I actually felt it. I'm glad I can still heal.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

You said punch! You didn't say where!

[She'll be cradling her bruising fist to her chest.]

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Look, I'm sorry. You just struck me quicker than I was used to. Usually I just go limp when I see one comin', so they don't hurt themselves.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Oh, how nice of you. I'll remember to count down next time.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Take it easy, already. You're makin' it a big deal.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

You started it!

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

You don't think too far ahead, do you?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[Splutters indignantly then]

[Shrug] Not really. I prefer to live in the present.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

...Uh...huh. Alright, then. I guess I can understand that.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[While she nods the Quinbits will be happily agreeing with a stream of YES YES YES]

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

Alright, I've kept it in long enough. What the HELL are those things?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

What? My babies?

[Two of them are starting to vibrate from the force of repressing the need to answer.]

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

I don't see a resemblance.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Oh, we're not related. I adopted them.

[She finally notices their suffering.]

We're not playing anymore. You can talk if you like.

[EXPLOSION OF YESES]

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

What ARE they, though?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Bits. Bits of...binary information capable of...they came from a computer. And they eat electricity.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

...Right. I'm not even gonna' ask how that happened.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

I don't either. This guy who comes from a computer was giving 'em away. Said something about dedressing them later. I don't know what that is in computer-terms, but it didn't sound fun. So I took these ones with me.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

And they...do what you say? Like pets?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[As if speaking to someone slow]

They're my babies.

[worldweary-wolf.livejournal.com]

How smart are they?