.:THE TRUE MELODY OF CRIME:.

The night was young and the drinks were full. It was a party night in the Musicians club he would gladly indulge in such poison. But after awhile it was time for a break and Patrick found himself at the bar, listening to the music and sipping his liquor like it were water. The music thrumming but just low enough not to cause anyone a headache. It was so nice. And the buzz only made it better!

Hearing a woman’s voice over the music the Meister tiled his head down to see from behind his glasses. Those music-note eyes locking on her before he flashed a huge friendly smile. “Oh yeah?” A brow quirked in interest. “And I suppose you come to this place often just for the music? Cause I know I do~” Pat chuckled before gesturing to the free seat next to him.

Though after a moment he peeked at her from where he stood. "So you did see..." Was all the ginger man murmured. A mysterious shift in the atmosphere that seemed to create a unknown tension. Especially when those shade slipped down a bit to relieve the eyes she'd mentioned. And they were locked right on her. The everchanging color now hitting a vibrant green.

"You know... I've never met a stranger that was so happy before. Maybe you'll eventually rub off on me like the rest..." Those music-note irises soon moved to look the other way and a smile finally sit those lips. If he'd been lost in thought before he wasn't any longer seeing his ride.

"I'll keep in mind you wanna see my 'handsome' face again. And I assure you that within a few days I'm sure you will again. So don't overwork yourself till then~ Cause if you do I might have to fret you to a couple of special-made drinks~" turning to face the blond Patrick grinned huge. Huge! "And hey beautiful, next time I'll let you take a closer look~" and then the ginger winked before turning to the cab which came to a quickening halt.

The Meister stared at the clown of all people greeting him outside his usual coffee place. He smirked at the other sipping his drink before shoving his free hand into his pocket, the casual look. He remembered the viral link and was somewhat curious why the clown would meet him in person because of it.

“It was something to see I will admit.. Now I’m just wondering what your motives are for visiting me in broad daylight on the Gotham streets. To brag you caught my interest?” He chuckled watching the other with mild interest.

Once those everchanging eyes realized what the jester was doing he snorted. Amused for sure. It suited a clown. And half of him wanted to make a snide comment to keep things rolling down hill since that's what the Joker constantly wanted. Or so Patrick thought.

So hunching over the table again Patrick began working on his plot some more. Indulging his anger by scribbling a few mean faces down on the blue paper. But making sure he kept to his own as he finished his work. That's what was 'needed' anywho, of course.

The clock finally chimed after two hours and Patrick pulled back gathering up all the clues. "I'm going to see Riddler and Scarecrow. See'ya~" Pat gave a wave before tucking the special plans away in his jacket. A frown on those pale pink lips as he made his way to the door. Letting the clown follow if he pleased.

No-- Joker was free now. The jester didn't have to do anything more at this point. Racially since he'd gathered all the stuff up and was storing it in his home. Patrick supposed that's all that Jack was good for. Fine...

The masks everyone wore seemed to be the talk of the party and after awhile of friendly chatter with everyone seemed to get old. Making his way through the crowd, coattails fluttering behind, Patrick couldn’t help but wonder when this silly charade of a house party would get interesting. Even the music was dull- a sad party indeed. Ugh…

Though it wasn’t till he bumped into something did things seem to change. Looking down Pat quirked a brow at the youngen. A child? At a masquerade party? How amusing…

The sudden form that knocked the air from him was so small and just seemed to wrap around him tightly. It was shocking, It was so sudden… Why? After a moment of regaining his breath he didn’t even question her, Devota. And then a small grin seemed to form on his lips before he shifted in the grasp to hoist that small form up into a tight embracing hug. Nuzzling into the blond locks and purring like the big musical cat he seemed to actually be as he returned the adoring gesture. Those special eyes shutting tight as he simply melted into the hug. Murmuring about how soft her hair was before finally setting her down and chuckling.

"Well I thought I should inform all the gallery there is another group in Gotham, hunting the rogues..." The ginger said plainly. "And since non of you'd like to die tonight I thought we should sent the city up into a panic before we go on the hunt for the ones hunting us." And then those conveyed eyes spotted Jon in the background.

"Let him go Dent, I think I'd like to hear about this 'other' group trying for Gotham." Scarecrow chimed in sounding slightly amused. And Edward who remained on the desk watching them all simply smiled. Oh this was spiraling out of control and soon all the rouges would he after these people. And truth be told Edward found it all fantastic. Patrick was even more brilliant then the media perceived him to be.

And as soon as Harvard let go of the musicians collar he moved over to the desk which Edward sat on and used the chair waiting to hear the conversation between Music Meister and Scarecrow. Hopefully the details were better then Riddlers littles stunt of lying to Gotham. Cause the bat would defiantly be getting involved now.

Patrick panted hard finally waking up. Be didn’t remember anything.. All he knew now was that he was bound up with stupid ropes. And he growled pulling against them just to fail. Wait… Gagged too? Shit.

Those eyes began to turn red as he sat there in the chair all tied up and pretty. Small rumble in his chest making some of the metal objects in the room vibrate too. Where was he?

"Stupid girl..." He murmured looking the ground as he listened to the commotion inside the apartment.

Meanwhile upstairs the cops rushed in and looked around for any other dangers that might be around. Using their flashlights to see in the dark. "Nightshadow right? Your the new rogue in Gotham? We found your stash-- your under arrest and we're taking you back to Arkham!" The cops went to her side and began to untie the girl. Guns to her head...

“M'fine… Sorry. And uhhh I don’t live anywhere near here so I d-don’t got any extra shirts… S-sorry again!” Megan managed trying not to feel the knot in her chest. Oh yeah, anxiety was hitting hard. Though willing herself through it she simply took a breath and stepped back a bit. Giving the older woman space…

And at the mention of 'teaming up' Megan murmured a bit. Something along the lines of 'that's not what he tells me' she puffed before gingerly taking the knife and frowning.