[RL - A Visit at Lisa's Place]

[tntandgasoline]

The Joker had his way with things. It was never hard to do something for him; if he wanted something, he got it. It's just how things were. They'd always been like that.

And right now, he wanted to do two things: intimidate Jackson and check up on that darling Lisa, who just so happened to live in a Miami. How he got there was nobody's business; all that mattered was that it was nightfall, and he was standing in front of the door of (hopefully) Lisa's house, a bottle of decent wine (it's so hard to find a good wine when you're a wanted man) in one hand.

He smirked, smoothed back his hair, leaned against the door way and knocked, three times, against the door. Hello, anybody home?

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[tntandgasoline]

"You have Clint for your first call," he chuckled, pulling out his gloves and casually slipping them back on his hands, waltzing towards the door. "Just remember, sugar - you're playing a game with that Crane-lookalike and I'm playing on your team."

For now.

He reached the door and swung it open, turning to give her a flourished bow. "Have a great night, Lisa-dear," he sing-songed, "Don't stay up too late with that wine."

At least he knew not to slam the door on his way out.

[nobaybreezes.livejournal.com]

Clint for her first call. Probably not. She considered briefly who would be, but didn't let it bother her for too long because in a moment he was out the door. Immediately, she slumped against the wall and put her hands over her mouth, trying to stem any possible sobbing. Slowly sliding to the floor, she shut her eyes and tried to keep herself from crying.

"Come on, Lis', get up," she coached herself. "He didn't even do anything, he just... get. up." Slowly, clumsily, she got back to her feet and moved to her bedroom to get her cell phone and dial up her therapist. Something had to be done about this twitchy, emotional nature of hers.