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It almost sounds like you're going to push him.

Almost sounds like you want me to say I am.

I'm just curious about vague statements that sound like threats.

Of course you are.

What are you going to do about it?

Technically, I can't do anything about it except try to talk you out of it. Pushing people off walls is illegal, you know.

You sure are presumptive.

Yeah, I get that a lot. I'm also right a lot.

Sure you are.

Hey, you don't have to believe me. My record speaks for itself.

Sure it does.

Gee, you're a clever one aren't you?

Does that make you feel better?

Oh, I'm just tickled pink.

Grinning from ear to ear?

I lack the necessary facial scars for that. Just a typical sarcastic smirk for me.

Give yourself time. You're so smart, I'm sure you'll figure it out.

Aren't you a charmer. What's your name?

Bruce Wayne.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne.

Is it really? That was quick. I must be one hell of a charmer.

I'm just trying to be polite. Put your best foot forward and all that. I can be pretty damn blunt if you'd prefer to drop pretenses.

You already put the wrong foot forward, why try to fix it?

Who said I was actually trying to fix anything?

Shared a cell with him once. Have you met the guy? Wouldn't stop him.

I was talking metaphorically, but I'll keep that in mind.

Motherfucker's got problems. I ripped up one of my pictures and he spent a whole goddamn week trying to put back together all the little pieces. But I get your gist.

[ooc: LOL. Happy to serve!]

Huh. Literal. I can appreciate that.

Where'd you do the time?

Well, he ain't Humpty Dumpty for nothing. I mean, that and the fact that he looks you could split him open and scramble him, because I guess even the universe has got a sense'a humor.

Arkham Asylum. But don't hold that against me, huh?

That's usually how it works these days, isn't it?

I'll try not to. Can't promise anything. How'd you get out?

Eh. Nothing exciting, I'm afraid. At least, not cause of anything I did. Some idiot let the Joker got ahold of cleaning supplies, and everything sorta went to hell from there. I just went with the flow, and took the chaos as an opportunity to take my leave, along with every other bastard smart enough to manage it.

Same old, same old.

Making messes for all the king's men?