[RL - Picking up Samara :)]

[tntandgasoline]

Some of the things the Joker could do really amazed him - not that he was a vain guy. (He was, but that's irrelevant right now.) Finding world-hops when you're on the Most Wanted list should never be as easy as it was for him, but then again, there were all sorts of folks on the community.

It was interesting how, by taking off his makeup and putting on his Saints cap, he could pretty much walk anywhere. People just didn't look too closely. He'd contemplated going in as a patient but he had this sinking sensation that his current playmate was a little too tidily tucked away for just any crazy person to spot her, so instead he took special measures with a blunt object to the back of an orderly's head as they got out of their car. The uniform was baggy enough that he could hide all sorts of things in it, which he did. The checklist at the sign-in counter was especially helpful, too. So many violent characteristics! Everyone was so angry, here. That was good.

With a little luck and a lot of properly timed whispers to easily-riled inmates, there was enough chaos going on that he could slip around with barely a word of caution from any of the other employees. Now, to find his little dumpling. Unconsciously, he started humming in his usual lilting sort of accent, looking down the long corridors with irritation. "...I started a joke, which started the whole world crying..." Where, oh where, had his little dog gone?


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<3!

[weliveandwecry.livejournal.com]

When she wasn't being questioned or taken to "therapy" (both of which had started happening a lot less ever since she had taken the Joker's advice and shown her pictures to the doctors and orderlies), Samara often sat on her bed, staring off into space. Sometimes she got up and watched the clock hands go round and round. Sometimes she stood on the bed. Most of the time, though, she didn't do much.

When she heard the Joker coming, she didn't get up, but she turned her head toward the door.

And she waited.

ps: this icon indicates what his face looks like throughout the log :)

[tntandgasoline]

This was the sort of hospital Joker hated. It pretended to be something it wasn't, like a personification of society as a whole in one little building. (Not a personification. He was too busy looking to think of the right word.)

The rooms were so spartan. It was irritating beyond belief and he was as relieved as a man like him could be when he finally found Samara's room. Keys would be nice, but first...

"Hello, sweetie!" he crooned, leaning to look in the room, "Are we still crazy?" A laugh, "A joke. Neither of us are crazy." He started trying some keys, but he was getting bored of that fast.

... so creepy

[weliveandwecry.livejournal.com]

She tilted her head up further, peering at him through the little window built into the door-- the one that the doctors now used to look at her when they thought she wasn't paying attention.

very much so :)

[tntandgasoline]

The door was saved from being blown up (for now) by the tenth key fitting in the lock, nice and snug. With a delighted giggle, he turned the key and pried the door open, leaning into the room and giving it a disgruntled once-over. "This is simply no place for a little girl."

He was going to enjoy detonating the wing. Really.

[weliveandwecry.livejournal.com]

Samara stood, her expression not changing. "Are we going?"

[tntandgasoline]

The Joker, distracted by investigating the corner of the wall, turned at the sound of her voice and then beamed, nodding. "A promise is a promise."

He crouched down and started unloading some good, old-fashioned sticks of dynamite, complete with an analogue timer. "Do you know the, uh, fire exits of this place at all?"

[weliveandwecry.livejournal.com]

Her frown lines deepened a little as she thought. "... No." She'd been taken to various places around the building for various reasons-- shock therapy, talk therapy, showers and baths, and so on-- but she'd never been given the grand tour.

Standing back, she watched him set up the dynamite. She knew what it was, but she didn't appear nervous at all.

[tntandgasoline]

Having finished setting up his fireworks display, the Joker turned to face Samara with an immensely pleased grin. "Which means, we get to have fun!" He headed past her, straight to the door, then blinked and looked back, as though he'd forgotten he'd come here for her at all. Which was plausible. His head was all over the place lately. "Now then. Do you want to see the, uh, the faces on those doctors when they see you walking out of here scott free, or do you like quiet getaways?" A grin, "Just this once, I'll let you choose."

[weliveandwecry.livejournal.com]

She tilted her head a little.

"... I want to see."

If there was one thing she liked, it was seeing things.

[tntandgasoline]

He laughed and held out a hand to her. "You and I are going to be just perfect together. We have, mm," a look back at the timer, "10 minutes, so I would suggest we head out to the party now."

[weliveandwecry.livejournal.com]

She looked at his hand blankly, then walked up to stand beside him. "Where?"

[tntandgasoline]

Not one to be coddled, huh? That worked best for him so he didn't bat an eye, heading out of the room and down the hallway at a leisurely pace. "The recc room, near the entrance, not too near, though, since they don't want the crazies leaving the roost." He held up a finger, "First lesson of the world, sweetie, if you need to make a getaway, find the paranoid schizophrenic in the room and tell them the government's outside. Nine times out of, uh, nine, they'll start a riot." Which can be heard in the distance, complete with shrieks and medical jargon.

[weliveandwecry.livejournal.com]

Half of what he said went completely over her head (mostly because she had no idea what a "paranoid schizophrenic" was), but she got the general gist when she heard the commotion going on down the hall. Samara trotted a little to keep up-- while he may not have been hurrying, his legs were much longer than hers.

She'd never been taken to the rec room, so she didn't know where they were going-- she followed the Joker dutifully, always keeping up.

[tntandgasoline]

He didn't even realize that he was talking about stuff she wouldn't understand. When they reached the doors to the recc room, he gave her a look. "You just tell me which one of these fine, struggling men is the one who gave you the most trouble here, and I'll take care of it, all right?"

After all, nobody who could let a little girl - creepy or not - live in such a terrible place was obviously not worth the air.

[weliveandwecry.livejournal.com]

Samara considered. None of them had really given her trouble. They'd been nice enough until she'd shown them her pictures, and then they'd just been scared.

She pointed at random. She wanted to see what he would do.

[tntandgasoline]

Maybe the Joker was putting his own mental instabilities on Samara; mostly he just assumed that every doctor was a threat. He couldn't see anything particularly foreboding about the man she pointed out, but then again, it didn't matter to him. With a few quick moves around a man screaming about fireants or something - who cared? - he grabbed the orderly by the back of the neck and dragged him 'round to face him.

"What did the lobster say to the chef?" He didn't give the man a second to even contemplate the joke, which had a pretty obvious punchline, really, just yanked a knife out of a pocket and flipped it open, stabbing it through the man's cheek.

When he started howling, the Joker giggled. "So, you know the joke, then?"

[weliveandwecry.livejournal.com]

Samara stood, still completely blank. A drop of blood hit her finger; she held it up curiously and looked at it.

"Are we going?"

[tntandgasoline]

He turned and let the shrieking man drop to the floor in agony, beaming. "Of course, pumpkin."

Someone looked towards them, like they were going to stop him from taking the girl out of this terrible place, but he just wagged a finger at them and started for the exit.

[weliveandwecry.livejournal.com]

She followed, glancing back at the other doctors. They seemed even more afraid of the Joker than they were of her, which meant that they were fairly reluctant to do much to stop him.

[tntandgasoline]

The reluctance probably wasn't helped by the fact that, only a few moments after leading Samara out into the real world, the dynamite he'd planted went off, blowing her room and most likely several rooms around it to pieces. "Well, now," he said, ignoring the thundering of the explosives, "I think it's time to go back to Gotham."

[weliveandwecry.livejournal.com]

She didn't even start at the sound of the blast. "Where's that?"

i don't know... how he got the hop :X i think eris was offered at one point for all his hops but idk

[tntandgasoline]

"East coast," he replied flippantly, "And only a hop away." He paused, then frowned. "Did you tell me your name?"

yeah, that makes sense XD

[weliveandwecry.livejournal.com]

She blinked up at him. "Samara."

we'll just go with that then or something idk joker's magic

[tntandgasoline]

"Samara." The Joker always had to taste names before committing them. It was a bad habit. He grinned at her, "Well, Samara, you can stay with me for as long as you want." She wasn't even remotely affected by him and it was... interesting, to say the least. He wanted to pick her apart.

awesome 8]

[weliveandwecry.livejournal.com]

She gave the tiniest frown. "What about Daddy?" If he had put her in the hospital once, he might try to do it again.

[tntandgasoline]

"What about him?" The Joker made a face. "You want him back?"

[weliveandwecry.livejournal.com]

"No." There was a hint of disdain in her voice. "He wanted to leave me there. He'll want to put me back."

[tntandgasoline]

"He won't." The Joker's tone was vehement. "He won't even find you. Not ever again."

He beamed. "So, smile a little, sweetheart! The world is officially your oyster."

[weliveandwecry.livejournal.com]

That sounded lie a good enough plan to her-- but she didn't smile. She never smiled, really.

"And when Mommy gets better?"

[tntandgasoline]

"Sam, sweetie." The Joker smiled wide, "From now on, we'll do what you want to do. So, when she gets better, if you want to go home with her, we'll do it. The world is your oyster." Until he got bored of her, of course.