"He's such a good Samaritan." Jackson commented back, watching the man flop on his couch. He really noticed the make up for the first time, the scars curling up in an unnatural grin. He had seen theatric men in his line of work, no where near as unbalanced and dramatic as the thing before him, and he had never appreciated the little show. Clean and simple and in control. It was when you played with your food when things got ugly.
"I'm a manager." He answered in a long practiced tone, brow quirking as he continued. "And I try not to bring my work home if I can help it." I'm sure a man of your stature knows.
After a moment he sat as well, an armchair a healthy distance across, still watching the Joker like he was trying to dissect his every movement. "I'd offer a drink but I'm not sure who the host is here."
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Date: 2009-06-23 10:25 am (UTC)"I'm a manager." He answered in a long practiced tone, brow quirking as he continued. "And I try not to bring my work home if I can help it." I'm sure a man of your stature knows.
After a moment he sat as well, an armchair a healthy distance across, still watching the Joker like he was trying to dissect his every movement. "I'd offer a drink but I'm not sure who the host is here."