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Ah...Who? I'm sure he can take care of himself... ~~if he's anything like me he can.~~

No, she doesn't realize who she's talking to. Yes, that is a blade in her hand.

That goddamned freak who calls himself the Joker.

I'll give him an even wider smile. Ear. to. ear. Indicates the path on her own face (though not applying pressure) with the blade. Then? Sharp jab of the knife forward. I'll cut out his damn throat. Make sure the clown won't be laughing again.

Is it time for Arkham? Oh yes, it probably is.

*And the kooks are out in flocks tonight, wonderful.* Duela. You should put the knife down. He isn't worth anyone's time, right?

Looks at him a moment then snorts.

Like hell he's not. He threatened Talon! Anyone screws with Talon, they screw with me!

Would Talon want- *He cut himself off, because Talon...was supposed to be his direct opposite, wasn't he from that world? So maybe he would want her to kill Joker. Fuck.* Would he want you putting yourself in danger?

Like someone told me before- for all I know? Talon's dead. If he is, wouldn't matter, now would it? Besides, he'd rather I go down fighting than run and hide.

And you~u'll. Do this?

*pulls out his ears and makes a monkey face*

Looks at him and grins. But... not like she was before. No. This grin definitely says "homicidal maniac."

Come over here, and I'll demonstrate.

Ooh! Oh, look at this! What show! What glory! Little girl wants to play!

*skips in a little, hopping back foot to foot like he's a boxer* Come on, come on! I'm waiting!

Walks very slowly and very carefully over to him, still holding the knife in one hand. Then, a few paces away, quickly ducks down and kicks out, aiming for a knee.

*hops, a little nimbly, kicking out his own leg instead, retractable knife jumping out the end of his boot*

What's that? Teacher? I don't think I caught that!

Is actually smiling when the knife goes in her leg and she pulls it out. She's all up for a fight. Frustration and anger and homesickness? She'll work it out with bloodshed.

Of course, before she gets up, she lunges forward and up, aiming for the chest, but... the aim is admittedly a little wild.

*rolls his eyes, holding out a hand to grasp firmly onto her head, just so she can't reach* I believe the saying goes 'bitch, please'.

Is this it? Really? My lesson? You'd be put to shame, were this the actual demonstration. *leans in, voice suddenly gravelly and more creepy than 'ha ha' anymore* And I can break you.

Eyes narrow, and she changes her hold on the knife quickly to stab it straight up at his arm.

If the Owl hasn't managed to kill me. Neither will you. And here come the gymnastic lessons. Her hand not holding the knife positioned against the ground, she kicks out again, not caring that her leg's injured, aiming for his stomach.

Oop! *hardly acknowledges the stab, other than looking onto where he has been and frowning a little* *wiggles his fingers, and glances back to Duela* Tickles a bit*

*and bows back once he's kicked in the stomach, with a wild sort of laugh* No, no, no, you're doing it--*bit of a wheeze, he DID get the wind knocked out of him*--ALL wrong.

*twists his arm then, knife still in it, to wrench her own arm the other way, and brings up his knee, hard, towards her own gut* Where's the finesse? Where's the fun in this? Wild sweeps. Revenge attacks? How 19th century. *grabs her hair with his free arm, wrenching her head down at an angle* If it's playing that you want.

I-- survive the Owl. I can-- survive you.

Nevermind she survived that because she fell off a building and somehow jumped universes before hitting the pavement. It still counts. Besides, she managed to survive beatings from Owlman before too.

Of course, she won't admit it, but this is a bad position to be in. She can free one arm by releasing the knife, which she does, but aiming anything is hard with her neck forcefully bent, so she aims the heel of her free hand toward where she can estimate his throat is. Anything to break free without appearing to be striking completely erratically.