I’ll return once I’m a little more lively, friends.
What could be funnier and sadder than a big ol’ clown on your dash.
“Oh Bats, darlin’, if you’ve been following a trail and it led here, then I’m positive ya didn’t make any mistakes.” Joker plops down on his couch and pours himself a glass of scotch, taking a sip from it as he leans back comfortably against the couch.. “Ahh, but I’m sorry to inform you that I actually didn’t have anything in mind for ya tonight. Perhaps you’re on a bit of a ruse cruise? Heh heh…” Joker looked off into the distance for a moment, as if lost in though, his gleefully sick smile slowly shifting into an angry, disgruntled grimace. “But no one puts ya on a ruse cruise but ME! And if that wannabe idiot that’s tugging at your leash brought ya here, then he’s picking a fight with the king himself! BATS! Take me to this idiot! You’re like the police, right?” Joker pulls his leg really far back and kicks Batman square in the shin. “There, now you have a reason to take me in. Also, that was for dissing John Wick 2.”
22 year old jack, named after jack twist from brokeback mountain, wearing stylish pink clothes mainly gucci and shades with a typical popular fuckboy-like blonde hairstyle and ear piercings and bright blue eyes: OH MY GAGA! cheyenne, you cant just go on your date with eric in THAT! this is a fashion EMERGANCY!!!!! eric is soooo into you and me, a boy expert, knows all to well that you need a cashmere scarf to go with that shirt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! youll get laid in NO TIME
