#// STILL HAVE ONE I got eepy yesterday but I DIDN’T FORGET

[sanguine-salvation]

What's that? Something obnoxiously loud... Well there was only one person who could be this obnoxious.

There comes Joker, driving in her stupid toy car. There are two low grade Bluetooth speakers somewhere beneath her on the actual seat that she can't fit on, given that it's a kid's toy. 'Birthday Cake' by Rihanna blasted through those shitty speakers. The back had two balloons tied to it. One green, one purple. She has a little party hat on her head, and a picnic basket on her lap. Which she promptly places down after stopping mere inches away from Viktor. Reaching into her pockets with both hands, she rummages around. With one, she grabs a hand-full of glitter, which she throws in their direction. With the other, she pulls out a party horn that's far too loud for its cheap plastic shell.

"HAPPY UN-WOMBING DAY, CUTTING BOARD! HOPE IT WAS A C-SECTION! YOUR FIRST OF MANY CUTS! HAHAHAHAHA!" One more toss of glitter as she drives off again. The basket contains a homemade square birthday cake, with little Joker frosting decals and various red lines meant to mimic Zsasz' cuts. Grape juice in a wine bottle. And a handmade Zsasz plushie; Complete with sunglasses you can remove! One to match that Joker plushie she had given them ages ago- if they still had it...

Literally what did they expect anymore.

They did know that they’d play the game of chicken and not back away as that rattling little toy car zoomed up to them under the whining strain of a tiny motor and amidst the chunky, crispy, fly-wing sound of poorly filtered Rihanna. Part of them wondered if she had a whole themed playlist, because that would be so very on-brand. The rest of them did not want to test that theory at all.

Though admittedly, she almost got them to twitch with how close she got to squishing their toes. She DID get them to twitch when they made the terrible decision to look down at the basket, only to put themself in perfect range to get a facial of glitter punctuated with the noise the devil must make when he stubs his toe.

“Augh—” and nope, not even anyone left to glare at, because there she went like the wind, baying gleefully with success.

Okay well. They were distracted from the day and to the day all at once. How in the hell did she even do that!? But they just… BREATHED CALMLY, rubbed their temples— which only got the glitter in their hair and ears, so they’d have fun with that for the next few days of manic showering— and looked down at the basket. Through a little raining halo of glitter!

A cake. Appropriately decorated in Jokerization and some little ‘scars’, clearly homemade— did she really bake them a cake? … they were going to eat so cautiously. Wine? Maybe, probably? But most importantly…

A plushie. A them plushie. With sunglasses. The stare, baffled at it for a few moments, lifting their own… glitter-bespeckled sunglasses to get a better look at it with one sharply arched brow and a squint. Did she really get all the scars in exactly the right places. It’s… a little creepy! But still cute. In a creepy way. But they just sigh and give it a squeeze. Yes, it will go in their hideout, right next to the Joker one that still sat mockingly on the shelf. Why did they keep it? What, were they going to throw it away? They’re a serial killer not a monster, thank you.