#rebelliousrobin

Your breakfast; tomato-spinach quiche, lightly candied bacon, and a bright fruit mix. The beverages are coffee with thick white chocolate whipped cream and mint-rosemary cranberry juice.

He had to lay out birdseed. For the longest time, Joker had mauled over how to lure his precious bird in. What was enough for him, but not for Batsy? Now, Batsy was absolutely fantastic, don't get him wrong, he loved his Batsy, but he had a time and a place.

And his birdie hadn't been around since the whole 'I'm going to stick a knife in your eye' situation, and that was just disappointing. Honestly, who knew he was so easy to scare?

He went too far, that was all... but he could bring his bird back. A treat here (no eyeballs, no. Nothing to scare his bird,) and a bit of food there; sometimes a murder, sometimes a sighting, once or twice a singing telegram on their very special billboard; anything, everything.

Today, he's sure he's left the right trail. Today, a steady mix of petty, misleading crimes would lead him here, he was sure. He'd gone off and created a proxy gang just to lure the Boy Blunder in... and oh, what a blunder it would be!

Outside, he can see flashes of color. Red, black, yellow...

His birdie has taken the bait. He'll admire him for a bit; he left a treat for him to pick at in the center of the warehouse. Bodies-- all of the proxy gang he'd gone off and hired, arranged all pretty in a big giant cage. And okay, maybe he was a little naughty here, but every last one of them had their eyes removed.

Some had sunken sockets, some had things put in to replace them (like birdseed, tumbling out from the edges) some had no eyelids whatsoever...

But ahh, it would be the perfect treat for them both. Now he just had to wait.