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[RL - Valentine's Day Massacre]

[Oh, Valentine's day. Joker never was much of a fan for the saccharine Hallmark card of a holiday, but this year was looking up.

He had been very careful to text Maggie all the right things - the "how are you's" and the "what are you doing?" and the "how'd things work out with that guy" - and it all led up to the one text bemoaning his lack of plans for February 14th. It turned out (surprise surprise) that Tommy still hadn't made up with his fiery-tempered kangaroo boo, and that she was available.

"How about a drink at this place I'm sitting this weekend?" he had asked. The answer was an affirmative yes. Hah.

The place he had picked out was in the upper district of Gotham, a nice, ritzy little thing that the occupants had mysteriously left without a note - well, besides the one saying that "Joseph Kerr" would be watching the place. He had given her the address over the phone and was now putting the finishing touches on what was supposedly a "casual" meeting between two single people on the day condom sales went up the highest they ever would for the year.

Heh.]

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[Maggie nods, looking thoughtful as she leans forward.]

Yeah, guess you're right. There's only so much that can be done, I guess, when you're got a psychopath running rampant in your city.

[Psychopath. Again with the insults. He downs the rest of his drink easily - there isn't much left - and takes both of their glasses back to the bar for refills.]

Yeah, but they do what they can. And they've got the Batman, I guess - or, well, they had him. I don't know, really. [He waves a hand before starting on the refills.] Enough about Gotham, I hate talking down about my own city. How're things with that guy of yours? He still... being what he was when we first met?

[Maggie shrugs, she wont pretend to know about Gotham or its politics, let alone just what is going on with Bruce and Batman. Hell, she hadn't even known the place was REAL until a few short weeks ago. She watched him make refills, and nods. She could understand not wanting to badmouth your city, no matter how much D.C. annoyed her, she still liked the place. Mostly.]

Oh...him. Well...I'm not sure. Things are always super tense between us, we tend to fight more than we talk to each other. [She leans back, eyes flickering to the TV for a moment before moving back to him.] I'm not sure whats happening, or going to happen with him.

[He brings the drinks back over, neither any heavier than the last, and settles down next to her once again, handing her her drink.]

That's no good. I mean, I guess if you think it's good, it is - but really, that kind of... not-knowing is a little frightening. It would be for me, at least.

[He continues to look at her, even as he takes a long drink.]

[She takes it from him with a murmured 'thank you', then settled back and took a sip. Just as good as the first one.]

I guess it's just...complicated. He's a complicated person. I guess I am too, though. We've both got such nasty tempers it makes it impossible to tell.

[She meets his eyes as he looks at her, blushes, then looks into the depths of her drink.]

[He grins at her, tilting his head a bit.] I dunno, you don't seem so nasty -tempered to me. Maybe I've just gotten lucky and got on your good side, rather than your bad one, though.

[He chuckles, reaching over to give her shoulder a light squeeze.] Don't worry about it. I'm sure everything will work out just how you want it to.

I think it's that you just dont bring it out of me like he does. [Maggie says dryly, raising her eyes back up to meet his.] He seems to really bring out the 'best in me'.

And I suppose you're right, it'll go how I want it, eventually. Then again, I don't even know how I want it, so there we go.

[He smiles at her and shrugs.]

I guess it's really not that hard to figure out, though, Maggie. I mean - I'm not exactly a genius when it comes to this kind of thing, but... The way I see it? You can either do what the song says and, you know, "hold out for a hero" or whatever, or you can go find yourself a good alternative.

[Maggie stares at him in surprise.] You know that song? Bonnie Tyler? [She smiles]

It's a nice idea, but you're right, finding an alternative is probably the best thing to do.

[He doesn't blush, but his entire body posture insinuates that he's embarrassed.] Yeah, I know it. I'm not big on music, but I remember the occasional chorus.

[He pauses, still looking oh-so-embarrassed, then carefully glances over to her from over his drink.] So, uh, what constitutes an alternative for you?

I know what you mean. I'm the same. [It's cute the way he seems embarrassed, and she thinks it's quite adorable he knows the song at all.]

Oh....well...I'd say someone who is a nice, considerate, boy next door. [She eyes him pointedly, but doesn't say anything remarkably forward.] You know. Someone you don't mind taking home to your family. [If you had one, anyway.]

[He shrugs and looks over at the TV, still exuding that "embarrassed" sort of aura.] Well, uh, let's hope you find him, huh?

[He does "risk" a glance over to her, looking away just as quickly~.]

Let's hope. [She watches him curiously, then sets an empty glass down.] Sometimes our...'alternatives' are right in front of us, yeah?

[He spends a moment for a significant pause, before turning to look at Maggie in surprise and just a hint of embarrassment. Like he's ready to blush over the fact that his oh-so-transparent come-ons were transparent.]

Well, uh... [He scratches the back of his head, drink abandoned on the coffee table.] ...Sometimes, yeah.

[Maggie chews hesitantly on her bottom lip, then offers him a tiny smile. The two (strong) drinks she's had are beginning to slightly affect her, the room was beginning to spin a bit, and her cheeks were considerably pinker than before. She scoots a little closer to him, pushing her hair out of her face.]

When you least expect it, even.

[Oh, perfect.

He continues to give her a bit of a dazed look until she moves closer, but - as far as it looks - his head gives in and he leans in to kiss her.

He's very, very careful not to bite.]

[Maggie's dazed look isn't faked like his, and she willingly returns that kiss, environment around her quickly forgotten. Someone else's house? Pffft. Whatever! She edges closer to him, still careful of...whatever boundaries might be in place.]

[Her lips taste delicious - sweet and sour and vodka all mixed up, just perfect - and he quickly works to deepen it, hand moving to not-so-tentatively grab her leg, though it isn't an ungentle touch. He doesn't need her running off now.

After all, nobody would say it counted if she wasn't willing.]

[She doesn't mind the grab, it's actually encouraged. She quickly realizes that he's not going to randomly shove her away, and she turns to face him directly, running her fingers lightly up his arms.]

[He forces himself not to jerk out of her touch - he's really out of practice, that's disappointing to note - and instead presses against her, hand sliiiiiding over her knee and up her thigh.

After all, it's never too late to get back into the game.]

[Maggie doesn't really notice, lucky for both of them, really. She wraps her arms around his neck, a happy little noise escaping from her lips at his hand on her leg. Nice.]

[And needless to say, it's a nice night for the both of them --

WELL, UNTIL MAGGIE REALIZES WHAT JUST HAPPENED. DUN DUN DUNNN.]

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