"Welcome!" The Joker calls down. He turns to Natia. "Wait here," He
whispered before jumping down, not into the chemicals, though. He
stood in front of them, hair still a bit wet from the chemicals,
grinning. "Nice of you to drop by."
~~~
"Really?" Jason muttered, suddenly feeling bad again. "I... I
thought he didn't care."
"That's why I came back to Gotham," He explained. "I was living
with... Someone else until I learned that the Joker was still
alive. I came back to get revenge on Batman for not avenging me."
He rolled out of the way, grinning. "You're new," He looked at Luke
thoughtfully, then chuckled. "But I already know exactly
what you can do. What can I call you, lookalike?"
The Joker stepped back from the flames. "You won't unless you jump
into one of those vats," He offered, motioning to the vats in front
of them, but to the back of him. "But hey! Why not do it? Believe
me, it has its perks."
"Of course I don't! But what's the fun of knowing everything
straight away?" He pointed out.
"That's my mother's power, kid." She says. She then looks at the
Joker. "Can't trust you as far as I can throw you. And that is
pretty far. Want a demonstration?" She asks with a smirkk under her
mask.
"Sure!" The Joker replied. "Aim for the vat. The further you go,
the more points you get!" He blinked as he saw the dragon, and
backed up a little more, though there was no fear in his eyes. It
was more of a 'common sense' instinct.
He grunts as he hits the wall. A bit dazed and dizzy, he gets back
up and shakes the stars out of his eyes. "You throw hard!" The
Joker called, grabbing his cane again.