A smirk crept over his lips before the corners twitched, hitching suddenly upright as metal shone forth; his head fell back, almost in slow-motion, and his infamous laughter shot out of him. He was titillated at her ignorance, THRILLED at the chance to meet someone whom he could utter his name to for the first time. There was a possibility that however much she did not recognise him, she may have heard of him through media, but she being an Uptown sort… well, nice Uptown ladies don’t really pay attention to the news, did they? Far too interested in their luxuries.
At his own leisure he composed himself, his laugh gently dying around them and leaving a grating sensation along the spine. He exhaled through pursed lips, blinking against tears of amusement, and gave a small shake of his head. “Someone big ‘round here…” he murmured beneath a remaining titter.
A quick cough to clear his throat, the walls tingling from the force of his laughter - atypical of a long-time smoker - and with eyes all a-sparkle, he grinned. “Y’gotta be freaked the fuck out, then, if ya dunno who I am,” he noted, recalling that before he had made his name, the sight of a grown man dressed somewhere between pimp and Triggerman, with a face smeared in make-up, was disturbing to see for the simple-minded civilians of Gotham.
“Well, doll, lemme putcha outta yer misery.” He bowed his head a little with a small, sweeping bow that dripped with irony. “Y’have the HONOUR t’meet - an’ survive - the Joker; bu’ YOU can call me Uncle J,” he introduced himself, chuckling as he straightened himself up. “And THAT’S why yer so-called MAN went a-runnin’. Let’s jus’ say I’m the closest thing t’God ‘round here; a WRATHFUL God at that.”
At first Tamara had to ADMIT to herself that she was STARTLED when his laughter filled the room. Its booming VOLUME nearly drowned out the music that had been POUNDING against her skull, and she felt herself press just a little TIGHTER to the door behind her. There was something off about it - though the young female didn’t think too much on the subject and instead she found the corners of her OWN lips turning upwards in a light little smile. A chuckle fell forth as he bowed down for her and she cocked her head to one side as he began his INTRODUCTION. Oh come on now!
Tamara surely could say she fell into the BAD crowd more often then not - if she were being HONEST with herself that is - but somehow she didn’t picture him to be in that crowd. For he had saved her ... and that simply wiped out everything else, red flags included, that could cause her to see otherwise. She giggled again as he raised back up to his full height but she simply SHOOK HER HEAD at him in a good natured manner.
❝You can’t be as BAD as all THAT! He could of run off for ANY number of reasons.❞ It was stupid to not take his word on the matter, but that simply wasn’t who Tamara was. She saw the GOOD - even if there was NONE to be seen in reality. In fact, she felt her cheeks HEAT UP as she realized he had called her ‘doll’ and green eyes dropped down to the floor as her smile grew ever wider. He may have warned her - but she wasn’t going to listen. ❝Uncle J though huh? It’s NICE. I’m Tamara. And HEY! If you’re thinkin’ that badly about yourself just think of it this way ... if you really WERE wrathful, you wouldn’t have helped me out ... huh?❞
