Joker doesn't flinch at the sight of her fangs in his face. Why would he? They're fucking beautiful, giving her a razor-flash of a grin nearly as lovely as his own. Instead, he echoes the smile back to her, his own as billboard-wide as they come.
This is what you call passing the test with flying colors. And oh, won't Bats get a kick out of her?
"Beautiful." He holds her gaze as he takes the gun back, as he makes it vanish beneath the jacket. "Well! All right, then, Vanna. Dear, dear Vanna. Here's what we're going to do."
Then he breaks eye contact, but only so that he can retrieve from his jacket a pocket-sized notebook and a little yellow pencil of the sort found in bowling alleys. "I'm going to give you an address. And in a day or two..." He flips the notebook open as he speaks, and jots down the needed information in the fast, tilting script of a madman. "Whenever those wolf ears of yours start getting itchy..." Joker rips the page from the notebook and offers it to her, along with the handle end of her leash. "You trot on over to see me, like a good girl." And there's his smile once more, hungry and dark. "And we'll see about giving you a scratch."
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Joker doesn't flinch at the sight of her fangs in his face. Why would he? They're fucking beautiful, giving her a razor-flash of a grin nearly as lovely as his own. Instead, he echoes the smile back to her, his own as billboard-wide as they come.
This is what you call passing the test with flying colors. And oh, won't Bats get a kick out of her?
"Beautiful." He holds her gaze as he takes the gun back, as he makes it vanish beneath the jacket. "Well! All right, then, Vanna. Dear, dear Vanna. Here's what we're going to do."
Then he breaks eye contact, but only so that he can retrieve from his jacket a pocket-sized notebook and a little yellow pencil of the sort found in bowling alleys. "I'm going to give you an address. And in a day or two..." He flips the notebook open as he speaks, and jots down the needed information in the fast, tilting script of a madman. "Whenever those wolf ears of yours start getting itchy..." Joker rips the page from the notebook and offers it to her, along with the handle end of her leash. "You trot on over to see me, like a good girl." And there's his smile once more, hungry and dark. "And we'll see about giving you a scratch."