( an arm goes up, cape draped over it, a shield of sorts against the dust that comes from the rubble falling. the sounds they make are nearly piercing as they few who manage to make it out scurry away, but the sounds that boom around them from... whatever might make such a sound... are a little more foreboding.
bruce grips tight to the baton he holds, cape still up, when suddenly, from the shadowsβ )
And here I was getting worried you wouldn't come.
( with those chilling words, an eerie laugh echoes throughout the shadows. one that, regardless of whatever gotham one finds themselves from, is incredibly difficult to miss.
slowly, he draws his arm down, eyes sharp in the way they scan the shadows they stand within and with a slow pivot towards the darkness behind him, that's when he sees him. when he sees the joker. it's not him. he can't be here. it's something parading around as him, much as that thing had done with his own face and nearly taken a bite out of jason. it's not really him. even though the joker β some version of him β had been here. he can't... be in this place with them. it's a trick.
these are the things that quickly cycle through his thoughts as he stares to "the joker" standing there a little ways from them. scarred. dressed in arkham asylum orange and white. cuffs around his wrists. he doesn't seem to move, aside from the gentle swaying he makes. but his eyes are on them and he opens his mouth then, a soft gasp of surprise. )
You made a friend... or maybe a son. ( the way his mouth slowly twists into a cheshire cat grin. ) A son that's got ambition. Maybe a little too much. Always walking in daddy's shadow. Even here.
( that's when "the joker" finally looks to jason β finally acknowledges him and bites his cracked bottom lip before he laughs that laugh of his again. quiet and stifled almost. as if it's a secret that shouldn't be said out loud. when "the joker's" focus shifts back to bruce, he smiles. )
But you'll always be my favorite masked avenger. Everyone else just... doesn't measure up.
( a slow glance to jason and an even slower smile to him β for him. just for him. )
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bruce grips tight to the baton he holds, cape still up, when suddenly, from the shadowsβ )
And here I was getting worried you wouldn't come.
( with those chilling words, an eerie laugh echoes throughout the shadows. one that, regardless of whatever gotham one finds themselves from, is incredibly difficult to miss.
slowly, he draws his arm down, eyes sharp in the way they scan the shadows they stand within and with a slow pivot towards the darkness behind him, that's when he sees him. when he sees the joker. it's not him. he can't be here. it's something parading around as him, much as that thing had done with his own face and nearly taken a bite out of jason. it's not really him. even though the joker β some version of him β had been here. he can't... be in this place with them. it's a trick.
these are the things that quickly cycle through his thoughts as he stares to "the joker" standing there a little ways from them. scarred. dressed in arkham asylum orange and white. cuffs around his wrists. he doesn't seem to move, aside from the gentle swaying he makes. but his eyes are on them and he opens his mouth then, a soft gasp of surprise. )
You made a friend... or maybe a son. ( the way his mouth slowly twists into a cheshire cat grin. ) A son that's got ambition. Maybe a little too much. Always walking in daddy's shadow. Even here.
( that's when "the joker" finally looks to jason β finally acknowledges him and bites his cracked bottom lip before he laughs that laugh of his again. quiet and stifled almost. as if it's a secret that shouldn't be said out loud. when "the joker's" focus shifts back to bruce, he smiles. )
But you'll always be my favorite masked avenger. Everyone else just... doesn't measure up.
( a slow glance to jason and an even slower smile to him β for him. just for him. )