[RL - Joker FINALLY makes good on his promises to Tommy]

[tntandgasoline]

There was something charming about New York that the Joker found familiar. It was like a little Gotham away from Gotham. Not that he needed it - it was just nice to know that Tommy's home city wasn't so different from his own.

The biggest similarity between the two, though, was that he really could go anywhere without a second glance. Queens wasn't so bad. And Tommy's little apartment building! It was so quaint, reminiscent of Gotham with it's... shoddy protection.

It only took a few moments before he had picked the lock - but, of course, it wouldn't be that easy. A deadbolt? Really? He didn't feel like breaking the door down, here!

"Fine," he grunted, banging on the door with the back of his fist. Better not to say exactly who it was - he lifted his hand over the peephole, too, just in case.

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[8fingerswhiskey.livejournal.com]

Tom glared at him as he spoke, then looked at the package. Now she really didn't want to open it. Fuck everyone, and go to hell! She glared at it for a while before covering her face with her hands.

"Fuck, I really don't wanna open it now." she commented through her hands, again rubbing her face and sighing.

[tntandgasoline]

"Then don't," he huffed, crossing his arms and, yes, pouting. "It's not my problem if you decide to turn down honest hospitality."

He gave her an analyzing stare. "Don't you have a brush? You look kind of like you have a rat's nest growing in there." Not nearly that extreme, but hey, he was offended.

[8fingerswhiskey.livejournal.com]

Her jaw dropped as she gave him a stern, shocked, and horribly sarcastic face.

"Your version of "honest hospitality", I hope to never see." she snarled pointing at him and making air quotes, then blinked. She took a hold of a lock of hair, then looked back at him.

"Your hair is green for Christs, sake. If your gonna give me shit, look in a mirror yourself. Alright?" she hissed, pointing at him then waving a hand at him.

[tntandgasoline]

"You're seeing it right now, you idiot." God, but Tommy was an utter idiot! How did a guy like this survive?

"I was saying, there's a brush in there. You need it." He pointed at Tommy almost like a scolding parent would to a guilty child, "Just because you aren't usually a woman doesn't mean you can slack off."

[8fingerswhiskey.livejournal.com]

"No, it isn't." She retorted, "This is your proving that you have been stalking me. Which is creepy, asshole!"

Tom glared at him, trilling her fingers for a moment. She didn't believe him, she didn't want to believe. But still she moved towards the package giving a heavy sigh.

"If I see anything else, I'm chucking this at you - and you know I will." she snapped at him.