“She still calls me J Dawg?” Joker thought to himself, surprised that she still held onto that nickname of his. "Heh, Not much, toots. Just cleaning up my city, helping the world turn and all that, you? What has the mighty Leather been up to?"

"Little worker boys?" Joker questioned as he tried to figure out who on earth she was talking about. "Heh, You're a lone wolf, eh? Well, the club is always open for the likes of you, Leather."

"Avoid temptation!?" Joker pretended to be shocked as he flailed his arms up into the air in his usual overly dramatic fashion. "What's the point in that!? In this life we should take what we want, especially if it's something tempting...and the kid is called Jonny." He added.

"Riiight..." Joker wasn't one for caring about what others ate, that was their business and had absolutely nothing to do with him. "Still, feel free to drop by the club, scare Jonny a little and hang out. We'll be happy to have ya, toots."

"Babies?" A small amount of vomit creeped up into the back of his throat. "Don't be so disgusting. They're vile little things. Heh! I'm not the fathering type."

Joker's eyebrow shot upward into his forehead as a puzzled expression took hold of his features. "I'm fairly sure we both need to want kids before I go sticking one in her."

"Do you really think that bringing a kid onto the stage during my performance is a good idea? Harley knows better than to be thinking up dreams of little kiddos kicking about. In our line of work it'll just be... Idiotic. Heh!"

"It's showtime!"

|| God, I am so out of practice... I need to start RPing more.

|| I need to get back into the rhythm of writing Joker.

BITES Tнə JoKər.

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