Prosecutor Godot.

((OH, HELP, that makes a lot more sense

A tip of the thermos, pouring fresh black coffee in his mug.

"You were red-faced and blabbering," Godot reminded him. "This is only so you don't embarrass yourself further."

((I ain't write shit yet..

A short grunt. Totally unconvinced.

"Fine. Have it your way. Let's just talk business, in that case."

smirking when he felt the hardness of manacles instead of soft skin like he would've expected.

"Seems like you've made 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 a mess, haven't you, kitten?"

A glance around the room, idle, not assessing. Nobody was paying attention, anyway.

"Was it fun, doing this shit you say you did?"

or somebody somewhere had made some horrible mistake and put him in jail with a bold-faced war criminal.

Neither option was particularly appetizing. But, what was a man to do?

"An attention whore, you say," he returned, putting his cup down, toeing around the cuff of the other man's trousers,

Godot listened to these declarations in bemused silence, unsure of what to make of the other man.

The way he talked of these slaughters, as if they were nothing but pure entertainment...it boggled his mind.

Two things arose at the top of his consciousness:

Either, one, this man was delusional,

((Time to give Pyro something horrible to wake up to

Painting it teal..

Do your thing."

missing mother, and her other cousin, and made them help me in subduing the would-be murderer.

But I got a little too excited and killed the would-be murderer myself, which also killed the love of my life's mom and then I blamed it on my other helper and-"

Deeeep breath.

"Yeah, that's kinda it.

BREAKING THE DOOR DOWN-

"Okay, so, I found out that the love of my life's sister was under threat by the love of my life's evil aunt, and her evil dead daughter. Necromancy shit. Kinda. And you can't pull the police into that shit because they'd call me crazy, so...

I found the love of my life's

positively 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 face. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭."

A small nod in understanding, lips pulled up with amusement. His eyes unblinking-

Not that one could notice, hidden as they were behind his visor.

"I understand, sugar. It's apparent from your face."

A slow drag from his cup. Shitty prison coffee, but coffee nonetheless.

"You've got a

to the straitjacket.

talents do you possess?"

Taking one of the plastic spoons littered across the table, he ran it aimlessly through the prison slop served in shitty, fractured trays, more to keep himself amused, than to actually eat it.

It 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘬.

"And do tell me which of those landed you in that-"

A subtle jerk

"A man of many talents, eh?"

Glancing down, definitely aware of the deliberate little touch. Lips twisting into a smirk as he shifted just a little closer, the light reflecting off his visor seeming to grow stronger somehow. More intense.

"That's an...interesting introduction. Tell me, what other

((Nonsense. It's lovely to write fucked up things with you <3

((Real tears in my eyes...

((IM LAUGHING SO HARDDDD PLEASEEEJDJF

【 ♡ 】Why in the actual holy hell am I watching Prosecutor Godot and Joker flirt. What is happening. Am I in middle school again.

((Hey, wanna get freaky?

♇ᡣ𐭩

Love that I peak at the timeline to Godot x Joker court skfkemdmr

man's bindings.

"Tell me, though. Why Joker? You got a reputation?"

The gentlest raising of his visor, just by a fraction, lips pursed thoughtfully.

Now, this was...more emotional baggage than he'd thought.

But, oh well. Gain some, lose some. Whatever.

"Everyone does need friends," he allowed. "I can be yours, and you can be mine."

Another short glance at the

((Ashamed to say this would work on me

spooky❥

Your honor my client couldn't have done it, he's too submissive and breedable

(("Your Honour, my client is simply too fuckable to go to jail.

He wouldn't last a day!"

((LMAODJJDJDDJ SPOOKY