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[RL - Poor drunk Joker 8( GUEST STARRING: LISA AND HARVEY!]

The Joker was many, many things.

Right now, thanks to the community, he was a drunken clown haphazardly throwing dirty old sheets over a bloodstained couch. After all, drunk or not he knew that Lisa probably - just probably - wouldn't enjoy sitting on or near blood. So, he'd hide it, even if that meant stumbling to and from rooms to get cleaner sheets - so that's where his feet went - just to make a better impression. The fact that it looked strange and out of place didn't really register to him.

And besides, there was a good chance she wouldn't show. After all, the community had seemed so very, very against it. Oh well, no loss.

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She was uncomfortable, and it showed through her crossed arms as she knocked on the door of the crummy apartment in the Narrows of Gotham City. Everytime she came there, there was a certain discomfort as she realized what kind of danger there was. Roxas had been nice enough to give her a lift - this world hopping thing never got easier. She had her cell with her, and was surprised - pleasantly so - to find she still got a signal. So, she hadn't been lying about calling Clint if anything went wrong, at least.

"It's Lisa," she called through the door. "Are you going to let me in? I brought food." The bag in her hand was from Burger King - heavy starches and fats were best to prevent a hangover, and she figured he would be thanking her later for it.

It took him a second to piece together where the knocking was coming from and then he couldn't help but blanch a little - she actually came?

The most logical thing to do was open the door, which he did after fumbling around with the lock for a few seconds, staring blankly at her before looking to the bag in her hand. "...Food." Like that was the newest thing in the world. Who the hell brought the Joker food? Food you had to pay for - Lisa. Of course, right.

He stared at the bag for a second more before shaking his head to clear it and stepping away to let her in; he realized right then how awkward the sheets looked and he giggled, "Sorry for the, the mess. Bachelors and all, right?" Not that Harvey was a bachelor, or would have been if - he laughed again and made grabby hands at the bag. "Haven't eaten all day!"

"It's... okay." To be honest, she was a little surprised he actually lived in an apartment. Who rented out to the Joker? She shook it off and handed off the bag as she came inside. "Eating might help you sober up, or at least keep you from getting a hangover tomorrow." Lisa looked around - why was that sheet over the couch? There was a slight shudder. She wasn't sure she wanted to know.

"Have you been drinking water?" The realization came out aloud. If she was going to come over to the Joker's, she was going to at least make sure that the bases he probably wasn't considering were covered.

He was already ripping into the burger by the time she mentioned water. "You know in Tijuana they say not to drink water from the tap, and it's kind of like that in this rathole so no, not really. Just some milk, it's only, uh, only two - two days over experation, that's fine, and uh."

His mind drew a blank and so he shrugged, taking a bite of the burger and sitting on the arm of the couch, facing Lisa and tottering only slightly. He squinted at her, brows furrowed - something looked off and it was her face, her face was wrong, or at least her eyes. "Were - uh, were you crying, Lisa?" He spoke around his burger and grinned, "I'm touched."

"Jesus Christ," she opened her purse, producing a bottle of water from it. "Next time, I'll bring you a filter or something. But, this will do for now." Lisa was choosing to ignore his comments about her crying. Was it that obvious? Inwardly, she swore to herself. Damn, emotional Lis'. She walked over to the couch and sat down on the cushion a fair distance from him, setting the bottle between them if he wanted it.

"Next time!" the Joker laughed, craning his head to follow her progress. When she sat down he tried to turn his head to watch, but the shifting only knocked him even worse off balance, sending him crashing backwards onto the couch cushions beside her.

He groaned and grabbed at the water bottle now under his head, the bag having spilled french fries over his chest and burger still clutched in his hand. He looked up at her and couldn't even help himself from cracking up - he hadn't been this drunk since who knew when. "You're, uh, you're being nice."

For a moment, there was a grimace. She was definitely out of her element here in this dumpy apartment and the fact that he was now rolling around laughing with food falling over him was... not helping her settle in particularly well. Lisa forced a plaster smile and simply nodded.

"Well, I was under the impression you asked me to come over was for that very reason... Were you expecting something else?"

He took another bite of his burger and began shoving stray fries back into the bag, shrugging as best he could from his position on his back. "I forget you're, you do the nice thing, I didn't remember."

He glanced at the water and kind of frowned for a minute, head reeling. Water and food. "...Uh. Thanks," he added with a mutter, waving the bottle vaguely.

"It's no problem," she replied affirmatively, just nodding. He'd forgotten she did the nice thing? Then why had he asked her to come? A question he'd never answered, and one Lisa was beginning to realize he probably wouldn't anytime soon.

"Is there anything else I can get you?"

He shook his head and scarfed the rest of the burger down, twisting his head to look at her better. Get him - what else could he get?

He laughed until his sides hurt, "You could, uh, you could have gotten me, gotten Maggie to come along!"

Lisa's expression hardened and she stood up, taking a few paces away from him and getting very obviously uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was heading.

"That's not funny," She informed with pursed lips. "I told you what I thought about what you did to her already."

"Oh, Christ." The Joker squirmed onto his stomach and rolled his eyes at her. She was so sensitive! "She's - y'know, she's a big girl, and all, and I think that, I think she's fine by now and really, Lisa, stop, just stop."

He waved his hand, "You know - you know I'm doing this, this virus thing and you still have the indecency to get mad at me for a fucking joke that a guy makes about a girl. Relax." He stretched out on the couch once again and took a drink from the bottle of water. "Besides, she's too young for me."

"She's not just a girl, she's Maggie. She's my best friend."

That was news. Or, rather, she supposed it had been a long time coming, but it was the first time she'd ever called Maggie her best friend to anyone else. Lisa just brushed it off, though. Better to consider later.

"And I've-" No, shut up. He smacked himself upside the head, grunting and taking another swig of water. It's not been that long since - "Ugh. Haven't talked to a woman in years." A decade, maybe less, a real conversation and not the shy-horse twenty questions from last time, but it's all the same. "Never could figure out how to act around your kind." Like they were a separate species. Not that he didn't, "Not that I don't like women, I -" Shut up, idiot.

He drew a hand over his face and went to pick fries from the bag at his feet. "Fucking community."

Lisa did a poor job of hiding her surprise. He was... being open with her? Volunteering information. That was unusual. She had to wonder how much of it was true. Considering what he actually said, though, she couldn't help but think it was. It made enough sense to her.

"Why not?" She realized it would be a good idea to further specify what she was questioning. "I mean, why haven't you? I've never taken you as the type to not like talking, so that can't be it."

He gave her a deadpan stare, raising an eyebrow and tossing another fry into his mouth. How to answer? He knew he needed to be honest in a way but not really honest, "No time for women," you know, like that, "Busy and besides, uh, look, look at the community and imagine what a gal's friends say in real-" or that, shut up! He cut himself off with another fry.

"Haha, Lisa," he sing-songed, wagging a finger at her, "No alcohol drunk is still oh, oh so very drunk. And only Harvey gets to play these little Chicago games with me."

There was a moment's pity in her face but she hid it quickly, knowing well enough that it wasn't going to be well-received.

"Who's playing games? I thought you'd realize I'm not really the type." Lisa questioned, trying to ignore his insistent wagging finger. Did he really have to do that? As though she were some petulant child. "I'm just trying to have a conversation."

If he saw the pity he didn't think clearly enough about it to bring it up, struggling to sit back up. "A conversation, huh. Being nice to uh, to the resident anarchist, making conversation, what do you - I mean, what could you be hiding, Lisa?" He was being paranoid, he needed justification, he didn't really care, "Just being paranoid, angel, don't listen to me right now."

Well, don't not listen, but, "Not gonna esp- aspuse - rant about work tonight. And don't - don't tell Harvey what I just said, he'll, he'll start going on about me having a real past and God he's fucking annoying when he gets on me about that." Gets on me - he couldn't help but crack up at the unfortunate turn of phrase.

Edited 2009-05-16 11:44 (UTC)

Were it anyone but the Joker, she might have asked why he had spontaneously started to laugh, but Lisa had already accepted that as a quirk of the Joker's personality. Instead, she just looked interested in his decision to hide the confession from Harvey.

"Dent, right? I won't say anything if you'd rather I didn't - it's your business, and I know if it weren't for this virus, you wouldn't have said anything in the first place. I can... commiserate." She admitted, thinking back to the inner thoughts virus. "So, I'd say that makes whatever I am or am not hiding fair game." That said, she wasn't sure what he did think she hiding, let alone whether or not he was right about it.

"Well," he said, laughter subsiding as he drank down more of the water, "Well, you just - you never answered me, if you were crying or not and it's just odd, because, well, because that's usually what happens when people talk to me, not before." He pointed at her, frown deepening, "I didn't make you come out here, you did. So I couldn't have done it."

He added, "And you probably aren't hiding - hiding anything, I just, oh, get paranoid lately ever since-" Shut up! "Batman found out where I was - you aren't going to tell him, right?"

"I'm not going to tell him." Even if she probably should. Even if she definitely should, because men like the Joker needed to be committed. "Your world--" Well, that wasn't entirely true-- "Gotham isn't any of my business." After all, it was the same world her father was in. The world was at least somewhat her business.

"And, I wasn't... I wasn't crying. It had nothing to do with you." Again, not true. "It wasn't your fault."

"We'll just move," he said, shrugging languidly before eying her skeptically. "I don't believe you."

If it was true, she wouldn't have changed her story. Besides, "I know lies."

What was it with these people and not letting her lie? It was for the best, sometimes, when you didn't want someone to be involved, or when you didn't want them to get hurt. Well, he wasn't going to budge, so she fumbled for some truths she could offer.

"I really don't want to talk about it." There. That was something. "I just got in a fight with someone. A couple someones. Over coming here." Clint and Tommy would have been fine, most days - she was prepared for their reactions, they were predictable - but Jackson? She hadn't been prepared for that. She didn't think she ever could be.

"Never ever talk about it," the Joker groaned, shaking his head. "Rules, rules, rules Lisa and you, you just need to stop with the rules." But he had said he wouldn't talk shop, and so he shut up, sulking on the couch in an unintentionally moody pose.

"Shouldn't have, uh, said why you were coming."

"They figured it out when I lied and said it was for lunch with Eddie." She was getting better with these rare moments of honesty. Or, maybe it was worse that there were more of them - who could tell? Lisa simply rubbed her arm unconsciously, shaking her head. "I didn't want to lie to my friends, anyway."

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