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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. ... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals. The hellish summer heat is finally starting to subside, and the cool breeze suggests autumn is approaching. |
 After stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park. The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning. |
 The weather’s getting cooler, and people have begun transitioning from summer clothing to the sweaters and jackets of early fall. With jackets come pockets, and with pockets come a bizarre uptick in robberies. Then again, perhaps the correlation is flawed. In the Down, getting robbed is a constant threat. Gangs of street toughs look for lone or inattentive people who look like they’ve got valuables on hand. Uncontracted Submissives are particularly easy to rob, since authorities have little time to bother with a lowly Submissive without a Dominant to advocate for them. One particularly nasty gang of young adult men, the Bulldogs, hangs out near the train, looking to ambush unwary Submissives fresh out of Orientation. They are prone to violent muggings and will simply beat up their target and leave them in a gutter when they’re finished robbing them. In the Up, the streets are nominally safer, but there have been reports of a group of college-aged Submissive women taking advantage of their designation to attack travelers. They, too, stand near the train and the orientation center, looking to seduce passersby into an alley where a group of them can beat and mug their victims, usually Dominants looking to capitalize on their pretty appearances. But you’re truthfully at risk anywhere in the city. The new arrivals are easy targets, and any brazen thief might get the idea to make some quick cash. The authorities are spread too thin to help, but perhaps LIErs can look out for one another? Or they might just get in on the thievery. Everyone’s out for themselves, after all. |
( CW: potential dubcon, drugs, BDSM/sexual torture, prostitution, public use ) Surrounding a large building near the orientation center in the Up, banners and fliers announcing the beginning of the inaugural Duplicity High Tech Sexpo, a trade show for businesses and manufacturers of adult novelties. Since this is the expo’s first year, admission is free and many excited volunteers are handing out vouchers all over the city. These vouchers can be exchanged for goods and services within the expo, but have no monetary value outside of it. Even if you refuse them, you’ll likely find two or three of them tucked into your bag or pocket. Inside the expo hall, there are dozens of booths pitching a variety of entertainments. Many offer interactive demonstrations, showing off their tech for the crowds of interested onlookers. Competition is fierce, and booths try to attract attention and customers through any means necessary. There are private rooms all around the expo for potential customers to try out the products. Booths will also happily accept volunteers for demos, or try to recruit them by bribing them with cash or free samples. There’s a nasty rumor going around that some are recruiting volunteers via more illicit means, like drugging and dressing them up, but surely that’s an exaggeration… Some of the smaller booths sell more traditional toys and accessories: leashes and collars, specialty lubes and massage oils, fetish gear, strap-ons, dildos and vibrators in myriad shapes and sizes, and other basic items. Others advertise apps for the devices, the most notable of which is HUGGR (which LIErs may recognize as a poorly rebuilt sex-themed version of a certain other app.) The closer you get to the big-ticket sponsor booths, the more elaborate and fantastic the products become. One of the most eye-catching demos is for the Climax VR Headset. You and a partner both wear a VR headset, which displays a collaborative virtual scenario. Both partners can alter the setting and surroundings however they like, and any sexual activity conducted in VR transmits real sensations to their bodies. You can come together without ever physically touching. Symphony Hydraulics have a large, loud booth where crowds gather to watch perhaps the most outrageous demo: a variety of fucking machines. Volunteers get stripped, strapped in, and turned on, brought to screaming orgasms in front of the whole crowd. There is a fifteen minute break between demos on each machine, as some poor intern hurriedly washes and sanitizes them between uses. In the interim, they offer smaller, portable versions for sale or rent at the expo. (Some may note that a few of the Symphony Hydraulics staff members look a bit familiar.) Does all this high-tech equipment have you overwhelmed? Wish you could go back to a simpler time? Sir Robert’f Bedroome Provifionf (sic) is helmed by historical reenactor Robert Plum, who has also created his own line of medieval torture device-themed sex toys. Need a chastity belt to keep your Submissive all to yourself? A rack with an attached spreader-bar? An iron maiden with soft vibrating silicone ticklers inside? All the stocks and whips and chains you could ever need? Sir Robert has you covered. Of course, everything on display is harmlessly altered for sexual novelty purposes, but one might also ask to see Sir Robert’s “special” merchandise in the back. Perhaps the most unassuming booth at the expo belongs to Grandma Hattie’s Snacks and Sweets. Grandma Hattie, a kindly old Submissive, has partnered with a tech company to produce what appear to be completely normal vending machines, stocked full of her tasty homemade bread, snack cakes, and other baked goods. Vouchers are good for a free sample of any treat from a vending machine. They taste amazing and have no apparent odd effects-- until 10 minutes after consumption, when you suddenly gain an insatiable craving for a random kink. Your craving will dominate your thoughts for three hours, or until it is appeased. |
 (CW: potential dubcon, objectification) By far the largest and shiniest booth comes from expo sponsors Sexy Metal Incorporated, who have set up a display of their incredible high-tech sexbots. These life-sized dolls are made of extremely realistic material that feels like warm human skin, and come with state-of-the-art mechanics that give them lifelike movement. Engineers show off how the bots can be plugged into a computer and programmed to act any way the buyer likes. They come in a wide variety of customizable appearances and eerily, some of the bots on display look exactly like people you may know. Booth staff encourage customers to buy these dolls, or to rent them and give them a try onstage in front of the fascinated crowds. If that’s not kinky enough, one of the engineers has purchased a VR headset from another booth, and programmed it to interface with the bot’s controls. Care to slip inside the silicone skin of another person? |
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: In celebration of our one year, pick whichever role you want for your character! » A Pocket Full of Pennies: Feel free to come up with any free-roving gangs or petty criminals you like for your characters to tangle with. » New Flesh Like A Glove: Characters can spend money on items at the expo, or may exchange vouchers for what they want. Each voucher has a value of about $5 within the expo and they may be acquired by finding them, having them handed to characters/stuffed in their pockets or bags by expo volunteers, or paid them in exchange for “volunteering” at booths. Characters may indeed try before they buy, either out in the open or using one of the provided private rooms with a partner. The expo has a staff of unpaid student interns tasked with cleaning and sanitizing products if they are used but not purchased. Grandma Hattie’s snacks can inspire characters to have any kink you may desire. » Perfection of the Digital: Sexbots can resemble any player characters, including brand new arrivals/test drive characters. They can also resemble characters that yours knows from home. The engineers have no explanation for this, and the one who identifies himself as the designer will shrug and say he gets inspiration from many places. The sexbots are hot-ticket expensive merchandise, so security is tight around the booth. Characters who attempt to steal or destroy a sexbot (for instance, one who looks like themselves) will be quickly set upon by guards, who are meant to eject them from the expo. However, many of the guards will take bribes from other booths to provide them model “volunteers,” drugged into complacency. If characters want to acquire a sexbot permanently, they will have to buy it or exchange a hefty 50 vouchers for it. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
John Doe//The Joker | Telltale Batman | DOM
[ John didn't know exactly how to feel when he woke up in that weird dark room, dressed in his Joker duds. He may lose touch with reality now and then, but he was sure the Arkham staff had burned his costume. He wasn't even sure if he ever wanted to see it again.
But now he's here and there seem to be more than a few bad eggs around, and well, maybe this is some kind of second chance? To do things right? To not royally fuck the vigilante thing and maybe do some actual good?
Well, a failure is a success to try!
So he's on the hunt for goons-- a convenient target when you need to beat the shit out of something, a valuable lesson learned from his bestest buddy Batman. He'll pick out ones that seem to be troubling folk though.
Maybe some people have corralled you into a dark ally. Maybe someone's coming at you with a knife or a gun. Maybe they just want to mug you, or maybe they're trying something a little more sinister.
Either way, your attacker suddenly cries out in surprised pain as a set of fangs sinks into his or her shoulder and they are hauled back with an ungodly hollar. The momentum hauls them into the waiting white extended palm and a shock cracks the air as a weaponized joy-buzzer meets the back of their head.
And down they go. ]
Now that's justice [ he hisses with a satisfied sadist's grin punctuated with a few eerie giggles. ]
[ a bit later, John finds something else to wear. Gotta tone it down a bit, keep his secret identity on the fly. And here...
So. Many. Things. John is getting super tempted to touch something! So many free samples-- there isn't even any need to steal anything
which doesn't mean he doesn't he just doesn't need to. It doesn't really seem to phase him that everything is so heavily erotic-- he pops around the booths looking at this and that, and asking sexpo workers and fellow visitors alike a number of awkward questions. Maybe you'll hear:](I.) Do you know if these come in a different colour? Purple is kinda my favourite
[ or ]
(II.) Have you actually tried this? Because I need an accurate idea of the battery life. For reasons
[ or maybe: ]
(III.) Do these Unbreakable handcuffs really look unbreakable to you? Because, I tell ya, I've seen a guy that can break femurs with his fists and I'm not sure these little old things would hold him, know what I'm saying?
[ Eventually he gets distracted from bothering people by a booth of sexy lotions and ointments and such. In particular, he's extra interested in a display of flavoured lipstick.
They've got blood red in candy apple, spicy cinnamon, and swedish berries... John picks up the candy-apple one because come on that's so carnival. He plops himself into a seat (right next to you, no less!) and pulls out a small hand mirror, which he probably also got from another booth.
His grin goes ghastly-unnerving once he's applied the lush-cherry shade to his lips and he giggles in gleeful satisfaction while he nudges you with his angular elbow ]
(IV.) Look at this, it's a perfect shade of red! And it's flavoured; that's kinda kinky isn't it? [ he waggles his green eyebrows ]
[ Hit me up with anything and I'll roll with it! If you wanna plot first PMs work for OOC stuff, but I'm also down just winging it! Either way I'm down! ]
IV
So he's relaxing, cigarette lit and in hand, when a sharp elbow invades his space. He cocks a brow and rolls his head in the direction of the voice.
... huh. Oh. The smile is unnerving, it is, but the lipstick and makeup is intriguing. ]
What flavor did you put on?
[ Klaus smiles, waving his hand at the stranger. ] Do I get a prize if I guess?
[ Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. A unique stranger and possible companion who wasn't the average joe blow. ]
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I dunno, what kinda prize are we talking here?
[ His grin goes sly and his eyes narrow half a fraction. ]
And what do I get if you guess wrong?
[ John Doe is probably the least average person ever. He's also a murdering little psycho, but. ]
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I dunno. What do you have to give me?
[ Klaus shifts forward out of his seat and places a hand on his hip, looking at John with a dramatic tilt to his head. ]
Let's make it a good wager. I'll give you whatever you want if you give me whatever I want. [ He takes two small sliding steps forward, close to John's feet. ] Isn't the surprise half the fun?
[ This was dangerous. He knew that. Klaus just didn't care. ]
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lonelysmart enough to know the value of making good connections. His mind is still racing on picking a thing, but then Klaus goes and makes a super interesting suggestion, causing John's brows to float and his grin to stretch a little more. ]Anything? Well, someone likes to live dangerously [ a pleased, agreeable little chuckle. Free range favor seems like a good win for a silly little guessing game. Plus if whatever Klaus asks for is too much, he just won't do it. Pathological liars say what?
Doesn't mean he wouldn't either. The chaotic clown is forever impossible to predict. ]
Surprises are fun [ he agrees easily, lounging in his seat, seemingly completely at ease with the stranger approaching. ]
Alright friendo, you get one guess. Better make it count!
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Alright, then I guess... [ He closes his eyes, presses his fingers to his temples as if he's trying to conjure a guess from the great beyond. ] Tropical punch. Wait, spun sugar.
[ Klaus smiles and shakes his head, tipping his mouth down in an exaggerated pout. ]
Oh, no. Did I get it wrong? Whatever will I do now?
[ He slides forward, a foot between John's before he gently taps their shoes together. Klaus is dangerously close to sitting in this stranger's lap. ]
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Oooh, so close!
[ He lounges a bit as Klaus gets closer, the edges of his smile stretching in poorly concealed excitement. Yup, clearly he's got something in mind... and John's never been one to turn away from lavished attention. He cants his head in a somewhat feline motion, dragging his toxic green eyes from Klaus' head to his toes and back again. ]
What will you do now? Well gee... anything I say, I guess
[ That smile really ought to be framing fangs for how sinister it can play off. ]
Guess I should pick carefully, huh?
[ he presses his lips together to smooth the lipstick, meanwhile one surprisingly quick foot juts out to try and knock off Klaus' balance so gravity would place him promptly into his lap. ]
III
So far it's not looking too promising.
Alfred hums in questioning when the man next to him speaks. He...he's not really familiar. Not yet. And he considers the question to be a rather legitimate one from someone who must not have been around here as long as he has.
His accent is British Cockney and sounds like he's been drinking gravel.] We've a lot of that sort round here. More powered people than not, but they've got a way to change that. So if you have abilities, you might want to know that mate. These bloody gits can turn it off somehow. So even for those blokes what can break these, they do that, and they're just as normal as me.
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But Alfred is saying words that give John so much to think about all at once-- overlapping the fact that this dude looks at least a decade younger than the Alfred that he knew.
Which makes sense, he supposes, since this Alfred doesn't seem to know who he is. Interesting... ]
Nope, no special powers! Just a really good rolemodel, like, so good. The femur breaking kind, actually! [ he chuckles until his shoulders quake slightly; he seems to enjoy the idea a bit too much. his grin stretches a little too wide. Does Alfred know who he's talking about? Can he? In his timeline, there was no Batman a decade back.
Suddenly John straightens up and the toxicity drains from his expression. He's not not creepy, but he's definitely closer to friendly as he extends one paper white hand ]
The name's John Doe, friendo. And you are...?
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His eyebrows knit. Even stranger than someone would immediately refer to themselves as a good role model. He feels bad if that's the truth. This place does terrible things to good people.
He realizes he's being rude when the hand is held out. The name actually gives him pause and he tilts his head a little.] I'm sure you get this all the time, mate. But that's a right unfortunate name your parents stuck you with. [He takes the hand anyway and though Alfred looks like he's been through it and then some, his handshake is still as strong as ever.] Alfred Pennyworth. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr Doe.
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The comment about his name earns a trailing chuckle and a casual dismissive wave. ]
I can't remember what my parents named me; they'd write 'John Doe' on all my documents and I guess it kinda... stuck
[ half a shrug; with so much memory blacked out he'd never been overly concerned about his name. There were far more interesting things he did remember.
His own grip on Alfred's hand is surprisingly tight and strong, despite his lean long fingers. He doesn't let go as quick as he should. He could keep up the ruse that he has no idea who Alfred is but... also he's kind of geeking out a bit. ]
I knew it, I knew it! You're Alfred-- the Alfred! I know you, uh-- from the future, I think? This is so wild!
[ John let go of his hand. ]
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He makes a small Ah sound at the explanation. Now doesn't he feel like a wanker.]
Well, if it fits.
[The reaction to his name does have him raising his eyebrows. This isn't the first time someone knew who he was, but none of them seemed to see him as someone that ranked a the. One of Bruce's future allies then?]
Do you now? I guess you're someone I meet later on then. Time's a bit twisty when it comes to coming and going here. I'm afraid I ain't anything like the man you know. But if I know you, means you're a good egg. I'm sorry you have to be in this place, Jon. I really am. But at least you know you've a friend here, should you need help.
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We do! We do meet later on! It's in an ally and Bruce and me got hurt, and you came to help us! [ which is technically all true, even if John is taking the fangs out of that description. ] You were so great, and Bruce, he loves you so much
[ he beams and it's hard for him not to be eerie when he's smiling but he almost half manages it. Oh man, John had been clipping Bruce's picture from the paper for years and Alfred was in at least two thirds of the shots! ]
I dunno, you seem a lot the same to me. Younger, less wrinkly. No glasses. [ He seems to be puzzling about it until Alfred says they're friends and he had no possible way to realize that's kind of a trigger word. Yes, friends. John always wants to make friends. ]
Really? You mean it? [ and he called him a good egg. It doesn't matter that it's absolutely not true, it just touches him that someone would say so. It's all he wanted to be... even though he totally failed in every way possible. ]
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[He looks a little sad though. Tired and hurting when he's told Bruce loves him. He knows that. He does. But it's not something that's said between them and he's been away from Bruce so long. Plus the last time he was here, Alfred had done so much, so many terrible things, and he's sure that Bruce thought badly of him. He'd failed his boy, disappointed him, in so many ways. And he'd never been able to apologize or make it better because the man had disappeared, purportedly back to his world, to his proper Alfred.]
I'll take that as a compliment. Though don't feel all that young. I must be pretty old there then. Still got me eyesight even if I just made 50. But I suppose I'm a part of him, likely a part he prefers not be around. Not half as buttoned up tight as he is.
[It's weird as hell to talk about himself as if he's an entirely other person, but in a way he is. That Alfred has been through things that he's yet to encounter. One day, gods willing, he'll become that Alfred.]
Of course I mean it, mate. Any friend of Bruce's is a friend of mine. There's some reason he trusts you and that is all I need to know. So if you need anything, I'm just a call away, John. Here's my card
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John is way sharper than he usually lets on so he doesn't miss that flash of sadness, either. Inner cunning calculation softly suggests he can use this to his advantage. If enough of what he knows about his Bruce and his Alfred is still true, then their relationship wasn't always perfect. ]
Hey, it was my first chance to meet you! Plus, well, Bruce trusted me enough to tell me how important you are to him. Like a father, he said. No one else... really trusted me like he did
[ Which is both genuinely true and a carefully played manipulation. John likes to get people in his pocket, especially persons of interest.
And then John is chuckling a bit and clutching his sides, until a quick friendly motion claps his hand hard against Alfred's shoulder. ]
Yeah, tenish years from now you are pretty buttoned up!
[ He takes the card and reads it over twice before a half-wild grin splits his pale face and he gives an over dramatic gasp. ]
Booty call, Alfred? What would Brucie think!?
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The revelation that older Wayne sees him as a father chokes him up a little. He has to look away to recover, to gather himself. Not to get too emotional. It's more than he'd ever hoped for. He'd always seen Bruce as his son, but he'd never expected to be anything more than a caretaker. He's Alfred the Butler. Bruce Wayne had a father. His name was Thomas. He's nothing like Thomas.
The pat on his shoulder would tell that. For a man that just hit 50, Alfred is still solid under his nice suit. He's still in his fighting prime, though he is slowing down just slightly. But more than that, John might feel one of the hidden straps to his shoulder holster. This Alfred Pennyworth carries a gun.
Carries a gun and is sputtering at the gasp and the announcement. He knows! It's humiliating. Enough that he forgets himself and goes full on Whitechapel cockney.] Oi. Lay off! I didn't ask for that tosh to be put there. The bloody chit at the print shop snuck it in last second. Wouldn't change it after. I even asked less than polite for an edit, but it's there to stay and it's a waste to just toss mostly good cards. Ain't right, for a gent not to have a card. So much is less than Bristol here and least someone needs to be right and proper. So just pretend you don't see that. That'd be doing me a right favor, Johnny-boy.
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So John won't go so far as to assume he's not dangerous. It actually makes him all the more interesting when John in fact does notice the distinct feel of a certain kind of strap beneath young!Alfred's coat. Ooh, John's got such a thing for dangerous people. He doesn't let on that he noticed, and he breaks into hollering (yet, not mocking) laughter as Alfred seems to get a bit heated under the collar. ]
You really think so? Gee, I wonder what I'd put on my card... Best Arkham Recovery story? Therapy Circle Facilitator? Pickpocket Instructor? I'm not really sure how to advertise myself, you know? Still just trying to figure out who I am
[ It's always so hard to tell if John is being genuine, flawlessly lying, or using a confusing mixture of both. ]
Ever think of using white out? [ he gives Alfred one of those Cheshire-like grins. ] Hey, why don't you give me your cards? I'll go through them all. Fix them up for ya. I mean I do owe you-- future you, same thing.
[ yes see John is a happy helpful friendly human and that's all he wants you to know right now. It could be useful later. ]
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Pocket full of Pennies
Jason doesn't hesitate, just drops from the rooftop in front of the Joker, landing with movements that clearly echo his mentor, Batman.
There's something off. This man looks younger than the Joker he knows, and his demeanor isn't quite right. He draws both guns and aims them at the Joker's head, but it's the memory of Duela's father, the Jokester, that keeps him from firing then and there... but he's still on edge, and completely ready to put the clown out of his misery for good. ]
What the fuck are you doing here?
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The guns don't seem to phase him either, he just leans around Jason's side to get a better look at the person he was trying to help. But all he catches is the tail end of the poor guy fleeing, and he gives a rather grumbling, irate sigh and calls]
It's rude to not say thank you, you know!
[ Now, to this business. John straightens up and looks at the stranger proper. Only such a loyal stalker could immediately pick out the Batman-like vibes, so right there, that gets him interested and he cocks his head, looking much like a curious Cheshire cat. ]
Uh, beating up bad guys? [ he soft and high pitched, clearly enjoying the idea more than he should. ] Might wanna point those guns away friendo, I might go and get the wrong idea
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[ Despite being slightly distorted by the mask, Jason's voice is sharp and utterly devoid of compassion. Even if this is somehow another 'good' version of the Joker, he can't ignore that the man wears the same grin as the man who murdered him--who Bruce let walk away. ]
Why were you helping that person? What are you doing fighting these people?
[ He doesn't exactly expect a straight answer, but the Joker he knows has never really bothered pretending at good intentions. ]
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[ Those guns are just so unfriendly, so he tries to use a bored lazy motion to swat them away. Either he thinks Jason won't shoot him, or he's too reckless to care. ]
Can we not chat with your junk in my face? It isn't polite
[ Good is definitely the wrong word. John steals a few seconds to click the button on his funky grapple-hook so the fanged mouth runs backwards on its reel ( snap, snap, snap) until it's properly housed in the launcher once more. ]
Uh, I thought it would be kind of... bad, if that guy got robbed or stabbed or something? Even if he was ungrateful [ that one word smolders with something near murderous intent-- but the next moment, some stray thought has thrown him back into a cheery (but no less eerie) smile. ]
Besides, I really wanted to hit something-- when life gives you kneecaps to break, am I right? Or was that supposed to be about lemons...
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He can't stand this. He has to know.
He holsters his other weapon and reaches up to unfasten and pull the helmet off of his head and let it fall to the ground, the lightweight metal nonetheless clanking down the now-quiet alley.
The face revealed is young--somewhere in his twenties--and handsome, framed with sweat-damp dark hair. In fact, he almost bears a superficial resemblance to Bruce Wayne despite the lack of blood relation. A domino mask conceals his eyes, but does nothing to hide the utter hatred on the young man's face. ]
We're going to keep chatting just like this until I get answers I like, or until I put a bullet in that fucking addled head of yours.
[ A breath. ]
Do you know who I am?
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But he's gonna keep pointing those guns, isn't he. John gives a long drawn out over dramatic sigh. ]
Uh, no? Listen, I don't follow around any ol' vigilantes, okay? I already have a partner and me and him are just fine
[ And of course John has zero problem lying, but he actually has no idea who this dude is. But now threats of violence are a thing and for a split second John looks kind of... excited. ]
Tsk, tsk, tsk... don't you know real heros don't kill people? [ The way he says it (with a lower, gravlier voice) makes it pretty clear, to anyone that knows Batman, that that's exactly who he's imitating.
Now he's just gonna. Grab one of them guns real quick-like. Not to take it, to touch it to the Joy Buzzer. Bzzzt. ]
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A partner. [ Jason doesn't sound convinced. ] And who's that?
[ Jason's not ready for the Joker to grab the gun, or at least, not like that. His gloves are insulated--he spends a lot of time with his hands in wiring doing demolitions--but he can still tell what's going on.
He jerks his hand away, his other gun not losing aim. ]
What the fuck? You want to cause a misfire and get a bullet somewhere? Because I can do that for you without fucking up my gun.
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[ Each emphasized word further bares his teeth and deepens his growl. He looks wild and manic for a good three seconds, his hands clenching into fists in his side and twitching like they might grab for another weapon hidden in his coat.
But then, his composure shifts. His shoulders relax and his head cants to the side. He's very obvious in dragging his eyes up and down the stranger's body. It takes a really freaking devoted stalker to smell Batman on a dude like a dog smells sausages, but, here he is.
Yeah, it's a bit of a reach. But most of John's wild deductions turn out to be eerily accurate anyway.
The teeth start to show again in his smile when he meets Jason's gaze, and casually yet deliberately brushing a finger down one stark green brow to draw attention to the particular shape of his black make-up. ]
You wanna know who my partner is? Guess