[RL, Joker & Tim] [Backdated to late on the 23rd]

[peektuttut]

He was almost getting used to these world-hops, and that was vaguely disturbing. A part of him wished he'd never happened upon the community, wished he'd never come to know about these parallel worlds. There was enough to worry about in his own Gotham; Arkham destroyed, its prisoners on the loose. Tim should be there, where he was needed; not in this Gotham, in this Arkham what wasn't a hollowed out shell. Yet, here he was, sneaking past security, into the asylum. It was as easy as home, if not easier; this Gotham wasn't as used to the criminal masterminds Tim's was. And considering that he was without most of the tools of his utility belt, this really was a cakewalk: a little system rewiring, rerouting cameras to set on loops, a swiped security card, and he was in.

It wasn't too hard to find the Joker's cell. Max security, as per usual, solitary of course - and there he was and - and -

From what he could see through the window on his door, Joker actually had a human pallor. This...was no doubt the strangest thing Tim had seen in a while. Blinking, wary of the lack of the lack of a straight jacket, Tim ran the cardkey through the security panel on the wall, and stepped inside.

Only way out was closing behind him, and there was a very crazy man in front of him. Tim was trying very hard to remember why this had seem like a good idea.

"Joker."

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[peektuttut]

Very messy. Then Tim would have to explain why he knew Brazilian Jujitsu. So he offered a tight smile. "Right." And started stepping toward the door, still facing the Joker. "Maybe I should go. You seem riled."

[tntandgasoline]

He stepped to make sure he wasn't intersecting Tim's path. Inherently he knew that it would be a terrible idea to try to kidnap Tim - besides, it wasn't his style - but...

"Maybe. But I don't think you asked all the questions you wanted."

[peektuttut]

"Maybe not. But do you still want to answer them?" Tim arched an eyebrow, watching the Joker move out of the way. Interesting. There were no Robins in this Gotham, obviously the Joker wouldn't have is usual...thing, about them.

[tntandgasoline]

"Why not? I already told you, kid. I'm bored in here." He leaned into the corner of the cell, crossing his arms loosely. "Besides, I know I wouldn't get very far with a hostage."

[peektuttut]

Tim grunted a response, crossing his arms again. "No. It'd get messy." Tilting his head to the side, the Boy Wonder bit the inside of his cheek. "So. Why Joker? What made you?"

[tntandgasoline]

The Joker rolled his eyes and gave Tim an exasperated look. "Really? I just told you one secret - why would I tell you another?"

[peektuttut]

"You're bored, remember?" Tim leaned against the door, turning the card key over in his hand, inside his jacket pocket.