'i dig deep when i hit back. to the soul.quo

"If I return to Roman Sionis, I will have to inform him of your incapacity to help us with a peaceful ammendment. This is my last offer. And before you decide to make a rash decision to look off to the table to our extreme right."

Joker did, though he was all smiles. The man seated there was dressed in such a way to perfectly come off as nothing important at all. However the manner in which he sat, his eyes directly on the scene, and the fact his waist was almost completely concealed thanks to the table cloth, indicated that he had a gun drawn and perfectly leveled at Joker. However, his smile failed to fade, instead turning to look back at the sharp dressed men. "Oh.. so the old split party. Not as creative as I'd imagine, then again who's really heard or spoke of Romie? You go back to your boss and tell him he's lucky I'm not sending all of you back to him in matching body bags." His hands rested on the table, his face having grown stern as he'd remain under the watchful gaze of the second shooter. There was too much at risk to attempt any sort of direction confrontation now, he was looking to haul a bullet out of him, or worst end up dead from some putz that none of his floor crew noticed the entire exchange. "Oh.. and one last thing."

Her head followed Joker's and saw the other man at the table, her eyes actually rolled and she wanted to shoot the putz who either didn't tell her or didn't realize that he was with them. She was caught in a death glare with the other man, trying to figure out how fast she could pull out her gun and shoot, but with his gun level with Joker, she knew there was nothing she could do. Like him, she did not want to haul a bullet out him or promise Dr. Throne a night of fun in the VIP room with one of the girls. Well she almost didn't care if she got shot, that desire to protect Joker almost over rode all the anger that had been directed towards him in those weeks. Accepting defeat she would rely on her 'Old Man', to figure out a way out of this, even if she wanted to do something. She wanted there to be some kind of blood shed, some kind of head being sent back to Roman Sionis. In her frustration she began mocking the two men sitting right next to them, acting like someone who was probably fourteen as opposed to a woman who had gotten a doctorate and was close to thirty. Gulp.

The tension around the little circle of conversation was no doubt intense to everyone that circled them, except perhaps for the two who were intent on putting on a show. The men began to rise, slowly and comfortably as if their safety was all but assured. The Joker however was almost positive that if he saw an opening at this point, he'd attack, but only for one real reason the had surmised. "Do me a favor *Roman*.. when you do get back to your base, I'd suggest you get ready to weather one hell of a storm." The hint of recognition was on his face long enough to show Joker's deduction as true. That man whom had been the mouth piece would quickly tighten himself back up to prime before daring to offer what could be seen as a pencil thin smile.

"Noted Joker. Although I do hope you don't hold any hard feelings when I respond in kind. I assure you, I dig deep when I hit back. To the soul."

Threats. Now things were getting interesting, Joker found himself almost liking this man now. That of course wasn't going to have him set aside any desire to personally kill him now. It had been bad enough he had dared to associate with a man whom already had left a foul taste in his mouth. It was well aware that an episode was occuring right there in the midst of the club, and some of the goons were coming alive with arms tucking into jackets. Joker himself had stood to see the party off to the door, daring to swivel a step to keep Harley just behind his shoulder as he'd answer in kind. "I only go for the soul on the second date. Don't worry Romie. I'll teach you how to play our little game here in Gotham."

Eyes widened a little bit when it was revealed that one of them was really Roman, another smile was given by Harley towards the Joker, that was the second one in an hour, in their private lives that meant she wasn't that mad at him anymore. She was once again back in her roll as eye candy, as Joker stood she was content to remain exposed to him, but as Joker side stepped and blocked her, she remained behind him, peering over his shoulder the best she could even if she barely reached it.

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Michael Fassbender is the face for Roman Sionis & if you don't know who Roman is, don't google it might spoil it for you.

There is so much foreshadowing in this log & manip it's not even funny.