twenty-five. video. backdated to late last night.

[goryteller]

[The feed is filled with the sound of heavy breathing. Then choked laughter. Then the video snaps on.]

I'm so fucking bored today, City. What should I do?

[Something has snapped quite palpably in the man who was playing with shadow puppets only days before. The feed is focused on his face, on his manic eyes and disheveled hair. He's rocking on a chair that isn't meant to rock.]

I know. I know what I'll do. I'll kill someone!

[He stops rocking. Drums his fingers on the bottom of the seat.]

Maybe I'll blow up a hospital, show that off. Maybe I'll kidnap a bunch of other fucking imports, tie them to chairs, torture them, and broadcast their sorry, knife-ridden bodies to the network. Maybe I'll shoot a child in cold blood, you little bastard. [He affects, quite accurately, Ladd's accent.] Torture with spells. Slash throats. Decapitate. Trick people into solving madlibs and then beat them to death with sticks. Kidnap people weaker than me and cut into their heads ahah-ha--

[His breaths dissolve into something like the beginning of tears hitch hitch hitch and then spits into laughter instead. He drags his hands over his face. His voice is a frail whisper:]

Oh my God. You monsters.

Comments

[meowminx]

He was Harley's when she was here. Joker was after him and everything.

[maskurbates]

I know. I suggested he give Joker a sweater with bats on it for Christmas.

I never did find out if he did or not...

[meowminx]

Congratulations, you're still a piece of shit.

[maskurbates]

[beat]

Was he a friend of yours too?

[meowminx]

Not in the least.

[maskurbates]

Because this isn't about you, Selina.

[meowminx]

No, you're a piece of shit even when it has nothing to do with me.

[maskurbates]

You have blood on your hands, honey. You're a killer, just like me, and you know it, so don't hand me that hypocritical bullshit that I know is about to come out of your mouth.

[meowminx]

The fact that you actually believe that pretty much says everything about you.

[maskurbates]

It absolutely does.

[meowminx]

And your blood is your own fault.

[maskurbates]

And my blood is on your hands.

We're forever tied together, Selina. Isn't that a cozy thought?

[meowminx]

If that's a proposal, I'm not interested.

[maskurbates]

I'm not naive enough to think we can both commit to something like that, and, well, we'd end up killing each other.

[meowminx]

I can't wait until the Porter sends your sorry ass home.

[maskurbates]

I hope you enjoy every moment I'm still here as much as I do, sweetheart.

[meowminx]

Not your sweetheart.

[maskurbates]

You don't get to define how I define you.

[meowminx]

And I'm always going to be the woman who blew a hole in your head. Simple fact.

[maskurbates]

You'll always remember your first kill.

[he sounds incredibly pleased by this]

[meowminx]

The thing I remember most is Batman letting me walk.

[maskurbates]

That's hardly surprising given how often he lets the Joker walk.

[meowminx]

Joker gets thrown in Arkham. That's not walking.

[maskurbates]

Arkham's a joke and you know it.

[meowminx]

Why don't you ask Eddie, since you're such close friends these days.