[RL - Breakfast at Crane's]

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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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He'd been initially alerted by the wiggling knob, and the subsequent crash should've surprised him, but it didn't-- or didn't earn more than a lofted brow; the trigger to a canister of fear toxin he felt at the tip of his fingers gave him enough security, he wasn't particularly afraid of being mugged.

He wasn't particularly afraid of anything though, was he?

As he quickly realized who it was, he frowned. It was a matter of time before Joker found where he'd been hiding away from them, he'd just not expected it to be so early in the morning. Thankfully he'd been awake otherwise he probably would've been quite mad. That door would need to be fixed, probably. Another thing to put on his list.

Hm.

Crane flicked the paper back open, "I've already eaten." A lie, but he doubted he wanted to eat anything Joker would make for him anyway.