Owner	Pose
Joker	It's another stormy night in Gotham and the Clown Prince is at the seediest bar in the city. A purple and green cocktail sits in front of him, purple suit neatly cleaned and pressed is he armed, is he not, who knows but the man cackled at something mentioned by one of his henchmen.
Rachel Roth	Rachel Roth, aka, Raven, aka the Titanic Sorcess, is out and about. Her signature cloak is on with the hood up, mostly concealing her hair except a stray bang and hiding the gem which sits so conspiciously in her forehead. She's actually flying at first, slowly floating down to earth in the shadowy alley nearby. What is she doing in Gotham (rather than her home of Metropolis?) and in a seedy area of town specifically? It's hard to say at the moment, though a slight hush might fall over the crowd when she pushes her way in therough the front door and pauses there. She does not fill the door as a looming presence, but she does linger there blocking it, taking in the sight of everyone inside for a long moment.
Joker	Joker glances up hearing the door open he turns in that direction. "Hey come all the way in, don't let the rain in. Hahaha...Come come sit and have a drink little darkling it's on the house or on me or dare I say not being paid for. Come come, join the Clown prince."
Rachel Roth	"Joker." Raven pulls up short a little bit, seeming uncertain for a moment. Not afraid exactly, but as if the Clown Prince of Crime might be a little more than she bargained for. "I thought this was...." She looks around the rest of the bar to take in who might be around, "Well, not your hideout." She finishes lamely. She doesn't seem in any hurry to provoke a confrontation, but clearly she's having second thoughts about an appearance here. "You're a wanted supervillain you know."
Joker	Joker cackles and pats the seat next to him. "Hero, Villain, who's to determine these labels hmm? You, Bats? Perhaps your narrow world view has made it hard for you to see, that perhaps in our minds we are the heroes and you all are the villains hmmm?" The Joker asks though he's clearly growing impatient. "Come sit, before my hospitality runs out little Raven."
Rachel Roth	"I don't think you understand what my world view is, Joker." Rachel furrows her brow a little bit, pulling her hood down and blowing back her bangs over the side of her face again, touching a hand to the gem growing out of the middle of her forehead. She does step forward though, deciding to move deeper into the bar as if accepting your invitation, "For that matter, I'm not sure you even realize which world my views come from, it's not this one. But..." She looks around again, glancing at henchmen and then at bartender, wondering in that flat way of hers, "You're not /currently/ engaged in some kind of crime, are you?"
Joker	Joker shakes his head with a smile. "No no my dear, not at all, just drinking, revelry, fun and Laughs. You should lighten up come come. Bartender make the little Raven a drink would you, something strong yes yes strong. Come join the Joker and let the Joker show you a good time."
Rachel Roth	Raven is a dualistic young lady, and in some multiversal futures destined to become the supreme evil ruler of the universe, and so her morality can be flexible at times like this. "I'm not that little." She remarks, and moves to sit on a barstool - though a safe distance away as if wary that you'll attack her with something. Which lets face it, isn't out of the question, "But as long as you don't try and hurt anybody around me, then I figure that you know, there's no reason to start any fights." A lopsided smirk touches her face and she wonders, "No promises if the Caped Crusader comes in though."