[RL - Breakfast at Crane's]

[tntandgasoline]

Morning in Gotham City is a lot like the rest of the day - smoggy, loud, and full of clown-faced crimelords carrying groceries into an apartment building.

The Joker, lately, has been really running out of patience. It might be Harvey's fault, really, since the bastard had made him pull on the reins, but the Joker isn't one to place blame on anyone in particular.

Still, now that he's gotten one thing down - breaking Harvey out of Wayne manor, ch-eck - and another in the works - have a good Valentine's Day, ch-eck - it's time to get to the least pressing - but potentially most fun - item on his agenda.

Wielding two plastic grocery bags filled with various bright colored boxes, a half-gallon of milk, orange juice and a set of bowls and spoons, the Joker makes his way up the stairs to a little place his oh-so-observant gaggle of goons had informed him of.

Without so much as a knock, he jiggles the doorknob, then shrugs and kicks the door open.

"Honey~, I brought breakfast!"

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[tntandgasoline]

"Do you want to be?"

He was already gathering up all his things, though, stowing them away in the bags once more. "Oh, I forgot the boots..." He grinned. "Well, since you've been such a good sport about this little prank of mine, I'll let it slide."

[clearyourhead.livejournal.com]

"Yes," he answered honestly, a flood of relief settling as he saw Joker pack up and then graciously leave the... whatever those could be considered out of it. He shifted to pull the dress down again, hand rising to try and rub off the already smudged lipstick.

"Get out."

[tntandgasoline]

He chuckled and moved to give Crane's knee a firm squeeze, pouting a little. "I hope you're not, uh, offended by all this, dollface! It's just a harmless little prank after all."