Tricky Treats

Summary:
August 18 2014: When the Joker decides to be helpful, worry.

Burnley Street Corner

A poorly lit street corner, deserted in the dead of night.


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Mood Music:
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It's been a while since the Joker had a good… laugh. Ordinarily he plans capers, heists and mayhem but there's just as much enjoyment to be derived from toying with a single life. Oh yes. And he's picked his entertainment today. The tall man in the funny hat. Thinks he's charming, probably is. But he moves like a man who wants something.

The Joker, you see, hears things.

Chuckling softly to himself the Clown Prince approaches up the near deserted streets toward the insomniac pretty boy. "Bit late to be out and about, isn't it?"

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Nick looks at the strangely dressed man before him. Remembering he is in a criminal infested neighborhood he decides his words carefully, but then again this man doesn't seem much like a criminal. More like an escaped looney.

"Bit early for Halloween" Nick quips back.

*

"Oh, it's never too early for Halloween?" The Joker chuckles. "Trick? Or Treat?" He gives Nick a too-wide grin. "So how's it hanging Nicky. Nicky-nick. Nicky-boy. Or just Nicholas, I can never keep it straight."

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"From what I've heard you don't keep a lot of things straight. Chaos just doesn't seem to work that way—have we met before?"

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"No. Or yes. Depends on how you look at it. Whichever way you cut it though, we've met now…" The Clown Prince's pale face fairly gleams with malevolent mischief. "So… what's a pretty boy like you doing in a rough neighborhood like this?"

Nick stretches his empathic perception towards The Joker in order to get some better impression of the man before him.

*

The man's emotions are a riot. There's the very distinct impression that the Joker would like to kill him, messily. He seems pretty controlled for someone in that state… though appearances can be deceiving. "Trying to suss me out? Read me? Gonna take me for all I'm worth?" The Joker did his homework. "You had quite a reputation back in the day. Well, you had a very subtle one which is usually the best kind in your business. Me? I prefer to make a splash." Usually in gasoline, it must be noted.

*

"Hm. So you know who I am and you know what I can do. You probably also know that there are about seven people who want be dead, and would pay any price for my head." Nick sighs. This guy clearly knows exactly what Nick's up to but is holding out. "So you haven't 'splashed' me yet to claim some reward which means you want something." Nick shifts his weight onto his left foot and removes his right hand from his overcoat pocket (it appears to be gloved in black leather strange). "So what do you want Mr. Joker?"

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"Mister Joker is my Father. Just J is fine. Between us friends. You know, the criminal fraternity." The crazed clown pauses. "Oh, except you're not in it now are you? Pity that. We crooked ones have to stick together you know." Another pause, this time to light a cigar… that does not explode. "So tell me, how's life on the other side of the bird cage?"

*

Nick seems rather perturbed by those last words but remains calm. Clown or not this man is no joke. "Oh, you know free coffee lots of paperwork for when I'm bored everything I could ever want." Nick readies a wormhole just in case this turns south. "But the funny thing about cages, doesn't matter which side you're on you're still trapped by something."

*

Joker smiles. "Maybe, maybe not. That might be why I like fire so much. It has a way of clearing obstructions. Out with the old, in with the new." He puffs at that cigar. "Want one? My own private stash."

"So… word on the street is that you're looking for something. Normally I don't care but this… well, this sounds fun."

*

"If the criminal underworld has taught me anything there are always words on the streets." Nick politely gestures that he does not want one of the Jokers personal cigars. Nick assesses the man one more time. The Joker. Criminal mastermind and psychopath extraordinaire. If anyone had answers he would, but at what price…. it doesn't matter. No price will keep Nick from the answers he needs.

"I'm looking for a suspect. No name, no facial description. Nothing except this photo." Nick pulls out his left hand from his pocket and in his hand is a black and white photo that he showed Dr. Angelo at the clinic.

*

"Mmmmm. You know… I'm a simple guy. I deal in gasoline… and bullets… and fertilizer bombs." And drugs. And poisons. And mayhem, but let's not pad it out, mmm? "But I hear things. I know people. You want to know then you're gonna have to go to the spider's Web." He nods out in the general direction of downtown Gotham.

"You need the Recluse."

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Nick smirks at that name. "Oh, yes I've heard THAT name before. The mysterious crime lord who is never seen and somehow gets blamed for every rotten thing in this city. You must think I am a simpleton to believe in that legend."

*

The Joker pulls a card out of his jacket. It's not the usual Joker calling card. Instead it's an image of a spider. One with a brown recluse' markings. "Mmmmm. Every criminal starts out as a bogyman. Some never get beyond that. Some… skip the famous phase and move on right to legend. I don't like him. He reminds me of the Bat. But…" He pauses. "If you want to know something about the underworld, that's who you talk to."

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Nick takes the card and looks at it. He turns his head back to the Joker. "Now, I know you're a man of tricks" he says waving the card slightly. He gives a half smile at the upcoming pun. "Is this a trick or treat?"

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"Depends on how you use it… and when. Don't show that to just anyone now." He smiles. "Give the bird-dogs my fondest. Especially May, if you see her. Tell her J sends his regards. I'm sure I'll be seeing her again." He starts to walk. "Real soon."

*

Nick watches the mad clown walk away. He turns towards the city skyline. "Downtown, huh?. TAXI!"


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