the jester couldnโt shake the inevitable smile that was beaming from his lips. a trade off compared to the manic cackle of destruction. he was taking the night off.
โhave to show my gratitude in some way, right?โ
he would gather a peek at her dress, a gentle nod of โ
irelandโs heels slow against the pavement at the sight of him, emerald eyes flickering from the flowers to the suit heโd clearly suffered through for her sake.
a quiet laugh escapes her nose.
โ you traded the theatrics for a clean suit and flowers? gotham might start
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the joker led the two down the alleyway before entering a back door, straight into the freight elevator. โbut first, letโs eat!โ
the joker was proud of his next course of action. elevator doors opening at the rooftop of his night club, the floor empty minus a table seated โ