[in a small park]
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Caroline spends several days after the bank robbery holed up in her hotel room. She is both relieved to have gotten away unscathed and a bundle of nerves. She sassed a goddamn supercriminal. More than once. But she's here to tell the tale and maybe someday laugh about it.
So now here she is, venturing forth in search of wifi. She needs to plan the next leg of her trip, because she sure as hell isn't settling in Gotham. She finds a little coffee shop next to a park and ducks inside. She acquires an iced coffee and the password to the wifi. She heads back out into the fairly nice weather and settles on the nearest park bench to see if... oh, not quite.
She ends up curled up under a nice shade tree eventually. She contentedly sips at her coffee and makes good use of her bar and a half of wifi, scribbling down information in a little notebook she brought with her.
It's a good day after all. She hums a little.
So now here she is, venturing forth in search of wifi. She needs to plan the next leg of her trip, because she sure as hell isn't settling in Gotham. She finds a little coffee shop next to a park and ducks inside. She acquires an iced coffee and the password to the wifi. She heads back out into the fairly nice weather and settles on the nearest park bench to see if... oh, not quite.
She ends up curled up under a nice shade tree eventually. She contentedly sips at her coffee and makes good use of her bar and a half of wifi, scribbling down information in a little notebook she brought with her.
It's a good day after all. She hums a little.
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on 2013-07-30 03:11 pm (UTC)He's taken the day off to mostly wander around this little suburban hamlet and take in the weather. Not as unreasonably hot as the days that preceded it, but still rather toasty. He acquires coffee and a bagel from a nearby cafe, and sets about strolling through a park. The bagel is rather unfortunate in quality, so he goes about tearing small chunks off of it and tossing them to birds as he goes. He's hoping to find something in this park other than the flying rats, maybe. He's got an eye out for more than just birds, of course. One never knows when the police or some costumed crimefighter will ruin one's fun.
He's fairly certain the old couple jogging and the redhead under the tree aren't undercover cops, however.
Wait. Redhead under the tree.
He has to actually pause and retrace his steps but, yes, he gets a good look at her. The puzzle-solver. He forces his expression from the mischievous grin it had automatically become to something friendlier and saner, and ambles right up to her.
"Afternoon, miss. Nice weather we're having."
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on 2013-07-30 03:26 pm (UTC)"Uh, I guess so." What the fuck do you say to that even when it's not a supercriminal who recently pointed a gun at your head asking? Ugh. At least he didn't ask if this seat was taken.
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on 2013-07-30 03:30 pm (UTC)And then it actually hits him what he said. He looks at her blankly for a minute then sighs, plopping down on the ground in the tree's shade whether she says yes or not. He's the Prince of Puzzles. He's taken on the Batman. He can't deliver an icebreaker to save his life. He does what he wants.
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on 2013-07-30 03:35 pm (UTC)She eyes him warily, but doesn't try to get up or reach for her cellphone. This day just got very, very strange.
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on 2013-07-30 03:40 pm (UTC)He's certain she's recognized him but he's hardly going to just go and say something about the whole bank robbery she was a hostage in. Even he's not that awkward.
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on 2013-07-30 03:44 pm (UTC)"You know," she says slowly after a moment, "I think you dropped something the other day." Since we're apparently making weird conversation and all.
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on 2013-07-30 03:51 pm (UTC)"I see you continue to be wrong, miss." Eddie stops with the birds and sips his coffee in what he can only hope is a non-awkward manner. It will be legitimately the only non-awkward thing occurring under this tree at the moment. "I didn't drop anything."
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on 2013-07-30 03:58 pm (UTC)Having no idea what else to do, she reaches for her own coffee and takes a sip. Good job, Lichfield, that's a joke bad enough to take a bullet over.
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on 2013-07-30 04:08 pm (UTC)He will give her many points for having a sense of humor as legitimately awful as his is, that's for sure.
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on 2013-07-30 04:45 pm (UTC)She still can't quite believe what's happening right now, but she's a little too fond of really terrible puns. So have another. She sips at her coffee and tries to look very serious.
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on 2013-07-30 04:58 pm (UTC)Ok that was especially terrible. He's not even sorry.
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on 2013-07-30 05:06 pm (UTC)If Caroline hadn't already thought she was a bit nuts, her brief stay in Gotham would have tipped her off. Really, Lichfield. Really.
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on 2013-07-30 05:14 pm (UTC)He's not laughing but that's because he's trying really, really hard not to. His shoulders even shake a little bit from the contained laughter.
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on 2013-07-30 05:23 pm (UTC)"You know," she says solemnly. "I heard about this thief who fell into wet cement as he fled the scene of the crime. He became a hardened criminal."
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on 2013-07-30 05:52 pm (UTC)"All right," she says finally. "All right. What do you call an arrogant fugitive falling out a window?" She waits a beat. "Condescending."
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on 2013-07-30 06:10 pm (UTC)"You know, I heard about a guy who was shot with a BB gun." She folds her arms and gives the Riddler a sidelong glance. "His case ended up in a pellet court."
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on 2013-07-30 06:13 pm (UTC)He lets his voice drop down to a quiet, conspiratorial tone. "Apparently, he's clammed up."
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on 2013-07-30 06:21 pm (UTC)"Oh be careful, vandalism is just a stone's throw away." That's not her best effort, but she's practically oxygen deprived at this point.
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on 2013-07-30 08:13 pm (UTC)He stares up at the branches, laughing. He'll think up another pun. He's always got more puns.
Which doesn't take all that long, unsurprisingly. "Did you hear about all the stolen lamp shades?" He arches a brow in Caroline's general direction. "The polite weren't able to shed any light on a suspect."
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on 2013-07-30 08:22 pm (UTC)"Well what about the IRS agent who was shocked to find himself convicted of tax evasion? He had to collect himself."
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on 2013-07-30 08:34 pm (UTC)With the exception of his impressively awful puns. "That's not as bad as theoptical scientist who stole his colleague's bifocals was sentenced to three years in a state prism."
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on 2013-07-30 08:43 pm (UTC)"Did you hear about the short fortune teller who broke out of prison?" She asks in her very best super sweet and innocent voice. "He was a small medium at large." She smiles and tries to keep looking innocent. It's tough when you're also trying not to crack up laughing.
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on 2013-07-30 09:13 pm (UTC)Medium at large, though. The innocent act gets a skeptical laugh and a very raised brow. He's on to you, miss. You're enjoying this whatever it is despite knowing his villainous persona; that innocence is about as real as 3 dollar bill.
"Most prisoners' favorite punctuation mark is the period," he replies sagely. "It marks the end of their sentence."
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on 2013-07-30 11:44 pm (UTC)"I also heard the warden gave the inmates acne medicine. He was hoping it would keep them from breaking out."
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on 2013-07-31 12:02 am (UTC)The pouting gets a very impish sort of grin from the off-the-clock supervillian. Pouting at him. Oh, my. What an interesting day it is. He chuckles at it, and it's nice to do so because he's legitimately amused by someone and not sadly amused because they're dull. "I don't believe I ever caught your name, miss...?"
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on 2013-07-31 12:15 am (UTC)Caroline blinks. "I was starting to think you only spoke in terrible puns. My name's Caroline." She's not going to volunteer her last name. She's being unwise right now, but not that unwise.
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on 2013-07-31 12:32 am (UTC)Eddie chuckles again. "No, not really. It's just a rare day I come across someone with an appreciation for the artform." The artform in question being ludicrously bad puns, of course.
He pushes himself up on an elbow and offers a hand to shake, smiling in what he hopes is a very nonthreatening manner that mostly comes across as vaguely troublemaking. Go on, he doesn't bite. And all his weapons are hidden still, besides. "Eddie. And that is a lovely name, Caroline."
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on 2013-07-31 11:28 pm (UTC)Caroline takes the offered hand. Shaking hands isn't really any weirder than swapping awful puns, is it? And she's quietly glad he introduced himself, because she couldn't actually remember his uh... civilian name? She could probably identify most of the Gotham Rogues Gallery by costume at least, but she couldn't tell you much else. There's something about Gotham, where a lot of information seems to just stay within city limits, she's noticed since she's been in the area. It's also almost a little bit tricky to really get the same level of information about surrounding areas as she's used to. It's a little unsettling, honestly, and familiar at the same time. She can't quite place why, though...
And... wait what? Caroline blinks. Lovely name? Uh, okay. "Nice to meet you, Eddie." She says it because that's what you're supposed to say, but she's surprised to find she means it. Gun waving aside, of course. She smiles back and hopes she doesn't look like too much of a weirdo.
Oh please, Lichfield, this is a supercriminal. He probably won't even notice if you do look like a weirdo.
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on 2013-08-01 12:40 am (UTC)He'd certainly like to continue the conversation and encounter... somehow, though honestly conversation is not his forte. Unfortunately for him, it's about then that he hears the telltale sound of police sirens. Not the insistent cacophony of a police cruiser that's on a specific trail, thankfully; it's that odd sort of abbreviated whoop whoop that mostly lets you know one's there.
"Ahhh... It was very nice seeing you again under less... illegal circumstances but I do believe that's my signal to make myself scarce. Lest I be caught and punished, you understand." He stands carefully, dusting the grass from his clothes. He'd tip his hat to her but... he's not actually wearing one. He settles on a nod, instead. "Goodbye for now, Caroline."
He takes his coffee, or what's left of it, and just casually strolls away across the park. He's got a second heist to plan and he'd rather not deal with Gotham PD today.