Laughter is the best medicine. [TAG: JAZZ]

[Joker]

The clown prince and the hitman were enjoying their precious time on the island, hiding in the abandoned shack. Okay, well, below it, if you knew the secret hidden switch. The two were watching green liquid bubble in tubes, grinning with delight. "You shure this will work, right, boss?" was Vincent's remark and the Joker laughed.

"If it doesn't, we'll try and try again, right?" The two cackled with delight once more, waiting for Jazmine to show up. He looked to the clock. "Shouldn't she have been here by now?" the clown remarked. Vincent looked soon enough to the clock too, shaking his head.

"If she doesn't, she'll probably going through your things." "Oh, hardy har har," was the reply, blinking before he wondered curiously. GOD. FORBID.

[Jazmine Reese]

Jazmine looked to the clock, sliding her arms through the sleeves of her coat. I'm late. She thought, grabbing her keys and heading out the door. She was unsure as to why the two had invited her, but obliged. Of course she would, she couldn't say no to him.

She pulled onto a gravel road outside of an abandoned shack. She was a little creeped out, to say the least, but tried to think on the positive points of the situation. She stepped out of the car, grabbing her phone, and walked in. She looked around. There was nothing but wood and dirt. She noticed a single bottle sitting on a rather nice table. She raised an eyebrow. Thats out of place. She walked over to it and picked it up. The floor board began to shake as stairs appeared below her. She smiled, setting the bottle back, and made her way down.

[Joker]

The two men were listening (for whatever reason, mind you) to Cobra Starship's Guilty Pleasure, laughing as they mimicked the dance Jazmine had taught them. "We're really f'ed up, ain't we?" Vince said, snickering about it - Joker was laughing equally about it.

"Yes. Yes, we are."

The two went back to work, still doing the dance, not recognizing that the mechanism was going off, but when they did, they immediately stopped dancing. Joker whipped his PP7 out while Vince had his DD44 Dostovei aimed soon. The two groaned when they realized it was only Jazmine. "One of these days, toots, you may not have a head ... How's it going, Jazz Girl?" Vince said, smiling along with Joker who trapezed over to her, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Missed cha."

[Jazmine Reese]

She walked into the room, blinking, realizing both men were pointing their guns at her. She smiled as Joker rushed over to her and placed a kiss on her cheek. She blushed, "Thanks." Her attention turned to the music. An eyebrow raised, she looked to each of the men.

She brought it on herself, of course, taking the time to teach them that silly dance, but she never thought they would actually take it upon themselves to do it. "At least you like my music," She told them, pulling of her coat and looking around. There wasn't much there, aside from a few tables and tubes. She assumed they stashed it somewhere, attempting to keep it hidden from her.

She walked over to the tubes and leaned toward them, "Whats this?"

[Joker]

They were watching each other as she commented on the music choice. Yes, she had taught them the dance, so naturally, it was going to be her fault. Naturally. Joker recognized the blush and sighed heavily. "It's called affection, I do believe," he remarked under his breath, soon being nudged in the side by Vincent.

"OWH."

Vincent rolled his eyes, mumbling that his mouth deserved such a gesture. "Next time, lemme get slap," he mouthed in retaliation, rubbing his ribcage, wincing as he stared at Jazmine. Soon enough, the two men realized she was a little too close to the chemicals and Joker was the first to move her to the side.

"No, no...don't need to be near that. DANGEROUS," he said warningly, raising an eyebrow at her, wagging his finger with a smile. "After all, wouldn't want anything to happen ta you."

[Jazmine Reese]

"I know what affection is, Ben." She replied, hardly noticing Vincent's nudge to his ribcage. She felt him move her to the side, away from the tubes. She looked to him, an eyebrow raised.

"What's in there?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest, her foot tapping lightly on the ground. In the back of her mind, she knew it was undoubtly a dangerous chemical of some sort, but she played dumb. She found herself doing that a lot lately and she wasnt sure why.

"Would i blow up?" She smiled, "That would be so unoriginal, dear."

[Joker]

A wince etched into his facial features, looking at her for a moment. "Joker, please. Not the old persona that I used to be. Sure, you make me better and such, but my old self was a weakling. Anyway..." his voice trailed, looking at her and then to Vincent.

She truly did wanna know what was in those vials? Okkkkkay.

"It's a poison that if it were to attack your nervous system, you could either become like me or .... find yourself becoming fertilizer for the flowers," he said, clicking his tongue and nodding his head, but soon added, "and no, I wouldn't dare to blow you up. After all, you're a friend, not foe."

[Jazmine Reese]

She felt lifeless as she stared at him. She couldnt stand calling him that. That name stood for everything she she wished he wasn't. She shook her head and looked off to the side. "Fine, Joker." She mumbled.

She kept her eyes on the ground, not paying much attention to his explanation. She heard the word 'friend' and looked to him, biting her bottom lip. Friend? She thought. She tried to put it out of her mind. Of course, she couldn't, but for him to know it was bothering her, would be defeat. "That's nice to know." She told him, a fake smile plastered across her face.

[Joker]

The men looked at her briefly before moving onward to their business. That is, before Joker looked to her. "You know....it's all right to be mad, I suppose, if that's what you wanna be. We're just trying to keep you from becoming the victim of this stuff," he spoke calmly (for once) before heading back into his working stance.