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Night in Gotham was usually filled with chaos and the Batman cleaning it up. Usually the Jokerz would wreak small time havoc, compliments of J-Man's gang, some splicers would do some animal rights, or wrongs, stuff, that sort of thing.
But, not tonight!
Gotham was currently in the middle of a horrible thunder and lightning storm, complete with minor flooding near the docks and lower down town.
So, the smartest Jokerz in the city were staying at their current hide-out. Warm and dry, thanks to the heaters they had stolen a couple weeks ago with a clean get-away.
Current hide-out was in a long abandoned newspaper factory. Ghoul was fiddling with his super computer, Chucko was mulling around the kitchen making a grotesque sandwich, Woof was slouched on the ratty old sofa they had dragged in from their old hide-out, watching the news for some reason, Delia was pestering Ghoul, constantly asking to use the computer so she could inflict a computer virus through the entire town, just like last week.... long story....
And Deidre was standing behind the sofa, observing Woof as he cringed with each bolt of lightning and shook with each thunder clap.
Now, heaven forbid anyone to accuse the Deeds of being kind, at all, but Deidre was one of those people who if you got close enough to, she just might acknowledge your existence. And the gang had known each other for what, a year or so? That's like ten in Rogue years.
So, making sure her sister and the other two wouldn't hear her, she cautiously sat next to the hyena teen, looking nonchalant as ever.
"You don't look so good."
Woof look at her very abruptly, looking around twice, back at her and then pointed to himself, a little dubious considering she rarely spoke to him.
"Yes. You, I'm talking to you. You look like crap."
He returned to his slouched position, ears drooping as he, almost reluctantly, pointed up to the ceiling, another bolt of lightning flashing in the foggy windows for dramatic effect.
Deidre's brow lifted at this, "You don't like storms?"
He nodded, snuffing the air a bit. The indignity of one of the Deeds asking him if he was alright finally catching up to him. A Joker should not be afraid of little things like volts of electricity flying through the air at speeds of what, a million miles an hour? So what, if they could kill you in a quarter second if you just happened to be standing next to something metal-- okay, this wasn't helping!
Deidre sighed, leaving the couch, and surprisingly Woof, alone for the time being.
Wait, that didn't sound right inside Woof's head. Since when did either of those two hellions pass up a chance to make fun of anyone?
Something was wrong with this picture.
Hopping off the sofa, the short male stalked down the hall in which Deidre had disappeared down, her boots making a subtle thud with each step.
Now, far be it for him to admit it, but he sort of liked Deidre, after all, she was the nicer twin. Not by much, but at least she never took anything from his room or pinch his ears like her sister.
Rounding the corner, the hyena splicer had just enough time to blink before a set of dainty hands placed a set of head-phones over his ears, followed by a pair of ear muffs.
"Here. Music by Nightcore should block out other noise. Just don't tell anyone I gave it to you."
Woof was left speechless.