Shrugging, Fox fiddled with the shiny pink wrapper between her fingers. "I could, but then it wouldn't really be yours anymore, would it?" To say she had a sweet tooth was an understatement, though none were on display as she smiled to herself. "Doesn't taste as good when it doesn't belong to someone else."

The body lay lifeless. Water had flooded his lungs until he'd faded from existence. Ariel dropped the body. Her top half was drenched. Red hair pressed flush against her skin. She may look the part of a weak woman, but mermaids had to fight the strong ocean currents daily. She could hold adult men beneath water. It was a mermaid's trait to drown, and she'd done it for him.

Looking over to the Joker, her blue eyes scanned him for any hurt. He was absent blood, absent any excessive holes that did not belong.

❝ You do remember I can hear your thoughts, right? ❞

gotham wasn't a safe place to be walking around at night. then again,gotham wasn't safe when she was out at night. she was looking for trouble,itching for a reason to fuck shit up. without running into the batman,which was a rare occurrence for her since she was a lesser known criminal around gotham,not even on the cops radar.

scout had worked for the scarecrow before he got captured,running errands for him and keeping an eye on things while he was away doing god knows what,which kept her protected and safe from other criminals in the city. now she had no one,and she heard rumors about a so called joker terrorizing gotham these days. she rounded a corner in an alley way,trying to get to her apartment when she spotted someone.

trouble on her mind,she gets out her trusty knife,a butterfly knife that was pretty iridescent colors,shining in the moonlight,she calls out,❝ y'know,it's not safe to be around here this late without company. ❞she drawls,blade gripped in her hand,knuckles turning white until she got closer,squinting her eyes to realize it was a fucking clown. at least that's what he looked like. she tucked her blade away,blushing from embarressment.

Of course Darcy had been making a stupid sandwich for him. Because he always wanted a sandwich and even when Darcy had explain time and time again that she didn't want anything to do with him, the J.oker kept showing up, demanding that one stupid sandwich.

And Darcy had enough. When she was cutting some veggies for the sandwich, he had made a comment that made Darcy lose her marbles and just went at him, poking his hand with the sharp knife.

She expected screaming, shouting but somehow his voice sounded way scarier when he was calm, or maybe he was mad but didn't scream. Ugh, stupid, stupid, stupid.