In the last few weeks Eddie had been to Arkham several times and he still hadn't developed much of a taste for it. He doubted he was supposed to, the place was obviously not designed to be very homey. But he had good reasons to come here and he had a few more seeds to plant if he wanted his plan to eventually come to fruition.
Meeting the Joker himself of course, that he was sure was going to be more challenging. Jonathan Crane had already been an experience, but this? He was a tad nervous, admittedly.
Already seated in the room, he looked up from his notes when the Joker was led inside. He was brought to the seat across from him, the handcuffs attached to the table. Eddie glanced at them for a moment. Not exactly standard issue, he wasn't even certain that he'd have been able to break out and he had a lot of practice. It made him feel a little safer.
He dismissed the guards, as had been agreed upon beforehand. He really didn't want witnesses for this.
"It's nice to meet you... Do I just say Joker? Or do you prefer Mr Joker? Mr J?" Eddie turned his palms upward in a gesture of harmlessness, then reached up to right his tie. "I'm Edward Nigma. FBI."
It was almost a wonder that he ended up in Arkham in the first place. He had heard the talks and all the different bullshit ideas. Blackgate, Belle Reve, even the idea of Guantanamo Bay had been floated at a point during the days following his capture. But, eventually, it simply decided upon to just send him off to Arkham Asylum. Let him stay there.
Let him rot.
Rot he did. The man that sat before Eddie was hardly recognizable as the anarchist that had terrified Gotham so long ago. The Joker's hair had grown even longer, and the dye that once had kept his hair a dark green seemed to have slipped away, leaving his hair with a dirty blonde coloring. His face was naked as well, leaving no traces of the makeup that was once worn by him every night.
Though he missed his face, there was no use fretting about that now, not when he had a guest. It was a few seconds before the Joker spoke. His eyes lazily gazed around the room, but eventually, they locked themselves on Eddie.
"Efff Bee Eyeee..." The Joker spelled out, choosing not to hide his boredom. Joker disregarded the question entirely, simply choosing to simply stare at the man before him. There just wasn't any excitement in meeting this man - he wasn't the first member of the FBI to visit him, and Joker was sure that he wouldn't be the last. This was all typical, really, and he simply didn't feel particularly conversational.
Naturally he had read up on the Joker, all case files, the reports on his arrest and trial, even the information given to him by the doctors here at Arkham. It wasn't particularly enlightening on any front, other than how it cemented his belief that the Joker wasn't insane. Not in the conventional sense. He knew exactly what he was doing. Chaos might have been the goal, but the planning had been meticulous. He wouldn't underestimate him.
So now the important first step was to prove himself worthy of his attention. He was nervous, but it was the good kind of nervousness. A challenge, a thrill. Just what he'd been looking for.
...Right. So they were going down this route. There had been a lot of wise asses who had visited him, and while the Joker was conversational, he wasn't really keen on talking until there was something of even the slightest bit of interest. But this wasn't it. It was obvious enough that Eddie was trying to get some sort of conversation going between the two of them, but this just wasn't the route to take. Right now, it was just him sitting in a room with some insignificant party.
"Um. Eddie." He muttered, not even twitching the slightest bit as he spoke. "Like the little dog from Frasier." Not only did the two share names, they seemed to be equally annoying thus far. "If you, uh, think that trying to be cute is going to get me to...open up or something..."
He shifted around in his seat the slightest bit, cocking his head to one side. There really wasn't much more to say after that.
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Meeting the Joker himself of course, that he was sure was going to be more challenging. Jonathan Crane had already been an experience, but this? He was a tad nervous, admittedly.
Already seated in the room, he looked up from his notes when the Joker was led inside. He was brought to the seat across from him, the handcuffs attached to the table. Eddie glanced at them for a moment. Not exactly standard issue, he wasn't even certain that he'd have been able to break out and he had a lot of practice. It made him feel a little safer.
He dismissed the guards, as had been agreed upon beforehand. He really didn't want witnesses for this.
"It's nice to meet you... Do I just say Joker? Or do you prefer Mr Joker? Mr J?" Eddie turned his palms upward in a gesture of harmlessness, then reached up to right his tie. "I'm Edward Nigma. FBI."
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Let him rot.
Rot he did. The man that sat before Eddie was hardly recognizable as the anarchist that had terrified Gotham so long ago. The Joker's hair had grown even longer, and the dye that once had kept his hair a dark green seemed to have slipped away, leaving his hair with a dirty blonde coloring. His face was naked as well, leaving no traces of the makeup that was once worn by him every night.
Though he missed his face, there was no use fretting about that now, not when he had a guest. It was a few seconds before the Joker spoke. His eyes lazily gazed around the room, but eventually, they locked themselves on Eddie.
"Efff Bee Eyeee..." The Joker spelled out, choosing not to hide his boredom. Joker disregarded the question entirely, simply choosing to simply stare at the man before him. There just wasn't any excitement in meeting this man - he wasn't the first member of the FBI to visit him, and Joker was sure that he wouldn't be the last. This was all typical, really, and he simply didn't feel particularly conversational.
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So now the important first step was to prove himself worthy of his attention. He was nervous, but it was the good kind of nervousness. A challenge, a thrill. Just what he'd been looking for.
"I miss the green. Brought out your eyes."
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"Um. Eddie." He muttered, not even twitching the slightest bit as he spoke. "Like the little dog from Frasier." Not only did the two share names, they seemed to be equally annoying thus far. "If you, uh, think that trying to be cute is going to get me to...open up or something..."
He shifted around in his seat the slightest bit, cocking his head to one side. There really wasn't much more to say after that.