You head into RP Room One.

Out <O>

Joker enters from the IC Nexus.
Joker has arrived.


Two-Face stands at the fire, the unsullied lines of his face illuminated
and smooth, pondering something in his wine glass, apparently. He's
smeared fingerprints all over one side of the glass, but the other is as
glistening and polished as it was when it came out of the cabinet,
presumably. The rest of the room is vague, shadowy and dim, obscuring the
hideous snarling leer of the other side of his face. He looks up quickly
as the Joker comes in, and looks surprised.

The Joker
	Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages, behold a modern
marvel, a mystery of mayhem, an artist of anarchy, the clown of chaos!
This is the Joker, kiddies and while he might look like a figure from a
normal deck of playing cards there certainly is nothing plain and ordinary
about this very alive character.
	Standing a lanky six feet tall, he may not seem to look his nearly
two hundred pounds of weight, but perhaps most of that is made up with his
ever-present toothy grin. His skin his a pure milk, seemingly void of the
live that is displayed in his very animated features however. Atop his
taunt thin face is a mop of untamed curl bright green hair, which is as
wild as the sparkle in his piercing green eyes, hidden in his dark brows.
Bright red lips contort to form an absurd smile that would seem to
dominate his features, with a deep hearty laugh hidden just behind those
broad pearly whites.
	Ever the man of fashion and trend setting, the Joker is decked out
in the his trademark colors of orange and purple. Polished dress shoes
complete the lines of his stylish and roomy suit of a bright purple, with
the jacket with a traditional sort with the tails and plenty of pockets
for all sorts of goodies. The bright orange shirt is buttoned up to the
collar, where there is a simple green bow-tie. On the right lapel is a
bright pinned carnation to complete the ensemble.

Two-Face(#728Pnc)

	This man is tall, slim and square-shouldered. He has a gently
sloping chin, a smooth complexion, well-coiffed brown hair, a genial,
easy, blue-eyed gaze, slender, lean arms, strong, well-formed hands, and a
confident, easy gait. On his right.
	His left side is horribly deformed and scarred, the skin a
horrible greenish-grey, twisted and hideous. His left eye is distended and
yellowish, with a burning red pupil, staring in an eternal, awful scowl of
hatred, his lips pulled back in a ghastly sneer. On that side, his hair is
splayed out wildly, whitened with a repulsive purplish sheen. His left
hand, though physically unmarred, tends to congeal itself into a crumpled,
twitchy mass of muscle and flesh. His voice is low and compelling, from
deep in his chest, though he almost always appears to be talking out of
the side of his mouth.
	His suit is white and black: split right down the middle. His
right side wears a white jacket with black cuffs and buttons, his left a
black jacket with white cuffs and buttons. His tie is silk, very
expensive, tied carefully, and white on the right and black on the left.
His shirt is black on the right and white on the left. His slacks have
clean lines and are obviously well-tailored, and are white on the left and
black on the right. His left shoe is a gleaming, well-polished black and
his right shoe is a gleaming, well-polished white. All in all, he gives a
rather dizzying, stomach-churning impression of wealth, power and
obsession.

Two-Face looked at you.
Joker goes IC.
You go IC.

"Dim and dreary, my-my, Harv, have you stumbled upon the bat's little
hidey-hole? I dare say, that would be most interesting, wouldn't it?" The
Joker actually winks to you as he meanders into the room, making no effort
to conceal or hide himself, especially not since he was brought here. More
or less. But the cash to talk him into it certainly helped. Strolling over
to to you, he joins you by taking up a glass and pouring himself a glass
of the wine *right* to the top, to the point of it spilling over. He leans
in to sip at it. Loudly. "Never can get too much when it is free."

You say "Saw you made it out a few days after us. I don't think this is
the bat's doing. It...the bat's not exactly the Agatha Christie
drawing-room scene type, is he? Whoever this is checks out a /little/ bit
anyhow. I guess you got the same invitation I did...or was it more like
mine?"

*Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip* Joker smacks his red lips as he
looks to you, up from his filled wine glass and hurms? he was only half
paying attention? Expect the night to be filled with little things such as
this. "The Bat? Why, Harv! If this was batman's idea we'd be all in
chains, battered and beaten, perhaps even in a box... now, there's a
lovely idea, to do to him, but alas, he wonders where I get my notions for
violece from?" He winks again as he sweeps up his glass after he had been
so careful with it momennts before, sloching wine all over the counter. He
estures to a pair of chairs. yes, a pair. "A note in the way of two
gentlemen stepping out of the darkness... something I am used to by now,
trust me, but these two were morepolite than Batsy and Birdboy. Inviting
me has been a treat, Harv, live of a king. Perhps we have a fan, an
admirer. I get first dibs if she is a she,a nd you can have sloppy
seconds?"

Two-Face replies, without apparent emotion. "That seems fair. Otherwise
you would have terrible thirds, which is even worse." he says. "Though I
doubt we have mutual admirers. Mutual enemies to the left and to the
right, yes, but admirers? I imagine it's a business proposition, though I
think it's a trap."

"Task, tsk, Harv! Come now, you were an upstanding young man with a
promising career. You have also been a terrible monster that has maimed
and killed witht he best of us, so you could have a secret admirer on
either side of the board. Of course you would have to cover up, that half
there..." Joker gestures to the _unscarred_ half of your face as he
settles himself into a chair, legs crossed, glass held high as he looks
over it at you. "A trap, my-my, and I thought it was only Batman that was
permanently paranoid. What has your boxers and briefs in double-hitch
knots?"

Two-Face scowls - it's a ugly process, bunching up the flesh of his face
into an awful, crushed-up hateful stare, his eyes narrowing like a
predatory animal's. "There's nothing left to admire." he snarls. "Not
inside or out. On either side. I'm just a businessman. Not everything in
the world is a show, though it all may say /something/."


Joker pshaws to you as that smile twists upwards, his own face controrting
in his own manner as he seems to finally have gotten a reaction he was
looking for. "Now, Harv, business is the ultimate sho-... well, not quite,
but it is indeed quite a show! Oh, the spectical of it all. The numbers
and senses of it, people putting on their faces and fancy clothes to play
a part they don't wish to. Come now, harv, you have to be reasonable."
Joker then tips his glass back and forth, spilling wine on the floor as he
tips right, sipping as he tips left. "Really, Harv, you are quite an actor
yourself. A man playing two parts even, always on stage for each other as
well as the world."

Two-Face waves a hand a little, gracefully, artfully. "It's masks all the
way down." he says cryptically. "So you plannin' a show?"

Joker sighs now and shakes his head at you, "Now, now, Harv. That would be
telling, and this Holiday season I have a way to spread the Holiday smear,
er I mean cheer. But if I were to say it aloud Santy Claws might hear, and
I'd go from his 'Nice' to 'Naughty' list. All that hard work to get a
shiny new bike out the window, just to tell you my idea, to share among a
colleauge! Oh,t he horror of it all, can't you see? But then, since you
are the sinner of all sinners, Harv, a laywer, perhaps you can find the
loophole on how I could whisepr you my dirty little secrets and still be
in the free and clear witht he Big Red Man."

Two-Face pauses. He puts the wine glass down with a little 'click'. He
takes a coin from his pocket - no, he takes The Coin from his pocket, and
flips it. It glimmers in the air, then falls on the mini-bar near him.
Scarred side up. "There is no Santa Claus." he growls viciously. "It's a
lie, the best kind of lie, the lie parents tell kids, a lie ads tell
shoppers, a lie celebrated and passed along like a golden treasure. If
anything would make 'Claus' happy, it would be a lie, another lie, like
'we love you, sonny', or 'you're as beautiful as the day I married you',
or 'new and improved', or 'liberty and justice for all.' Keep that in mind
and you'll be forever his favorite."


Joker sits, holding a glass of wine, half of it on the floor, half in the
glass he holds, waving back and forth and taunting Two-face with, that
glass half-full or is it half-empty? But, after having been 'called' here
he's found his way in here and speaks with his 'companion at arms' as it
were, him seated, harv ther with his coin a'slipping, seemingly having a
discussion about the Holidays, of all things. "Tsk again, Harv! Trust me,
from one head-jjob to another you're messed up! Seems to me like someone
didn't get his pony he asked for for Christmas. What, dad gave you one too
many lumps f coal?" Joker just smiles, wickly, as he knows the details he
is toying with. "Oh, Harv, I am a favorite to many! adored by many.
Perhaps like our host, should he or she show..."

Two-Face sneers in an ugly fashion, "I had no father. I sprang full-grown
from the brow of Justice, that whore." he mumbles. "Yeah. I got here two
minutes early, myself."


A hush seems to descend on the club as a rather large brute, well over
seven feet, lumbers into the lit area that holds Joker and Two-Face's
table. Garbed in a ceremonial mask, it stalks forward silently, coming to
a stop a few feet away, then turns slightly, allowing another presence to
come into view. A much more sedate one, a being whose features are well
hidden by the green cloak it wears, its cowl pulled up to mask its face.
Stepping past the obvious bodyguard, the hooded face turns to first survey
the Joker, and then his companion. "Consider your host arrived, gentlemen.
And I do hope ou will listen attentively to what I offer you both. For it
is something that I am sure you will both appreciate, for it involves the
downfall of a common irritant. A certain dark figure that sees itself as
the saviour of this city."

Two-Face pockets The Coin, which was scarred side up, on the minibar, and
catches the wineglass back into his hand - his /other/ hand, which throws
back the wine with a sloppy sort of chugging. He puts it back down. Clack.
"Yeah? Who're you?"

"Stains? Oh, my I loathe them as well. The clean up crew?" The Joker
stands now, as the appearance of the host has been made, though he plays
it off as though this is not the case. Holding his half-empty, half-full
glass out he dramatically gestures to the puddle he has made on the floor.
"Oopsie, oh my, it seems to be more of a mess than I though it was. My
bad." He looks to Ra's and gives a winking pouty face. "All this service
for me, I'm honored. A gentleman to throw down his cloak over the puddle
for me? Well now..."

The hooded figure simply watches the display by Joker while letting
Harvey's question sit unanswered a moment, as Ubu steps forward in a
threatening manner. Ra's hand slips out from the folds of the cloak to
halt the large man's progress, and then his ages-old tone, a timber that
reminds one of mountainous strength, continues. "I am ... your benefactor.
More than that, you need not know for the moment. But what I offer is
wealth, wealth beyond your imagining. And more, a chance to rid yourselves
of a being that has plagued us all for too long. The Batman. Is this
enough to pique your curiousities and interest, gentlemen?"

Two-Face grins horribly, an ugly little sneer. "Yeah. Both of them are
interesting. But you wouldn't be the first guy to come around here with a
lot of money and a 'gimmick' promising wealth and power and an end to the
Bat. So make your pitch /good/. We're listening, but we've heard the song
before." he says coldly.

Yawning a little, Joker is with Two-Face on this one, as he claims his
chair, idly playing wiht his wine in his glass as though he is quite
bored, especially at the sight of the bodyguard. However, once he is
seated and legs crosses he looks to Ubu, snarls and chomps his teeth, and
then winks. try it. Just... try it, big tough guy. But then Joker sighs,
bored again as that little amusement is done. "I suppose you are Batboy's
Batdad and you're _oh so_ cranky with how he's been taking the Batcar out
for late night joy rides, leaving the Batseat up on the Batthrone, leaving
empty Batmilk cartons int he Batfridge... and now you're offering the
schoolyard bullies his lunch money to teach him a lesson?" But Joker leans
forward now, perhaps showing a little interest, "Or do you mean *I* get to
off the Bat? How money wealth are we talking of, exactly."

"The wealth is no mere promise. It is a guarantee." Stepping closer, his
voice drops to a quieter tone, "And the end of Batman can be enjoyed by
you both, if that is your wish. Or by another, a pawn that I believe
either of you would find appropriate as a tool to end his adventures. But
if you truly wish to learn more, then you will have to agree to accompany
myself to a place less public than this." Hand disappearing into his cloak
once more, Ra's falls silent, letting you digest his words, then asks, "Is
this agreed to, gentlemen?"

Two-Face pauses. "You guys can fight over the Bat." he says quickly. "But
I'll listen to the proposition anyway."

Joker stands now, being the up-and-down machine that he is. He takes a sip
of his wine, just a small sip, and then smirks as he pulls it away from
his lips. "Very well then, let's have at it in private." He spins, turns,
to stalk off in some direction as he tosses the wine glass back, over his
shoulder, towards Ubu.

Glass shatters, the glass smashes aside with a backhand by Ubu, the shards
spraying whichever poor fool has wandered too close to the scene. "Very
good. I shall make the arrangements for our departure immediately then."
Hand stretching out, Ra's snaps his fingers softly, the sound strangely
loud in the environment as everything else goes deathly quiet. There's a
shifting sound, like an army moving all at once at the command of its
general, and dozens, or rather tens of dozens, of shadows suddenly arise.
Surrounding the group, they levy small crossbows in the direction of Joker
and Two-Face quickly, and then several fire, small darts, not true
quarrels, flying from their weapons towards the two men.

Two-Face reaches for his .45, about to dive out of the way, but there are
too many - he is struck in the side, and collapses over the couch, the gun
dribbling onto the floor.

Joker _doesn't_ attempt to get out of the way. He doesn't move, spin,
dodge, weave or any of that. He simply stops and watches the dart enter
him, looking down to it as he turns, to look at Ra, the dart, the Ra
again. "Could have just used the car seat... get sleepy on... long... car
rides...." Witht hat he collapses to the floor like a pile of dropped
dirty laundry.


Pulling back the hood of his cloak, Ra's Al Ghul stares down at his
handiwork, at the two men now comatose before him. "This is the refuse
that so plagues the Detective? And yet, he still manages to vex me.
Perhaps, after this is through, I shall suffer them to live." He turns,
waving a hand towards Ubu and the assassins, "Bring them, and be ...
gentle. I would not want my pawns to think my hospitality unfit." Walking
out before the group, he adds, "Ensure they remain sedated throughout the
journey. I would not hear the prattle of the one known as the Joker, lest
I find an end to his usefulness prematurely."



Demon's Eye: Headquarters

	Sulfurous fumes wreathe the bowels of the volcano base, the hazy
air lit up hellishly by the glow of the various lava channels coursing
below the raised platform holding the headquarters. Steam hisses up at
junctures as well, the natural geothermic energy being harnessed to power
the huge structure and its various wings.

	In this central area, most of the key functions have been
apparently situated. Glass and plastic mini-domes segregate the labs and
communications zones. A large vaulted area to the eastern most edge seems
to hold a private viewing area for the Immortal, a large holographic globe
floating above a stand outlining the various ley lines worldwide.

	The southern most area holds a heavily-guarded fortification,
electronic and physical security quite evident. At its core sits the
infamous Lazarus Pit, fluids roiling constantly within it, and lab
technicians constantly monitoring its condition.

Contents:
Ra's Al Ghul
Obvious exits:
Beach <B>

At the eastern edge of the volcanic retreat, a long table sits, its
surroundings surprisingly sumptuous. At its head is the Immortal himself,
seated with a glass of wine in hand. At the midpoint of the table, on
either side, sits Two-Face and the Joker. The table itself seems set for a
huge banquet, much more than is needed for merely the three there. Finally
tiring of the wait, Ra's clears his throat and a small bevy of servants
approach, carrying drinks and other containers. "Awaken them." At that,
two of the retainers split off, one to each side, small vials in hand.
Under the nostrils of the unconscious men are the opened containers waved.

Two-Face catches the servant casually around the throat with a twisting,
savage motion, slamming the rather surprised person's face onto the table
with a sickening 'snap' of nose and an exhaled choking squeal of pain.
Then he wakes up. He just holds the servant there a moment, as if he
hasn't noticed what he's doing. Small sounds of asphyxiation comes from
the servant's throat, and he glances over with surprise. His unscarred eye
widens in surprise and he releases the servant as if he was red-hot. The
man slumps down beneath the table, as unconscious as Two-Face himself was
a moment earlier. He looks around carefully. "Where is this place? This
ain't Long Island."

"..humm, wha'?... no, no ma', just a few moments more... dreamin' of
Pamela Lee 'fore t'duction..." Joker smacks his lips a few times as he is
revived, shaking his head to clear it of the cobwebs, seemingly unaware
even himself at what he just said. Blinking a few times as his vision
clear, he looks up to his servant, not even flinching as Two-Face slams
his down and smiles sweetly. "Thank you, kindly," he says as he takes the
vial fromt he servant, to hold it under his nose and sniff from time to
time, smiling and 'whoo!'ing softly each time. "Creepy Hide-Outs #5?" That
answer is offered to Harv.

Two-Face looks back at the Joker with a knowing gaze, as if sharing some
kind of unspoken secret, then looks up the table, to Ra's.

Joker looks to Harv as he snorts, winks, bats an eye, makes a kissy face,
snorts and then looks to Ra as well.

"Far from where you call home, gentlemen. And I will thank you to leave
the help to their duties." A small wave of his hand sends the other
minions over to the fallen one, hoisting the prone form up and scurrying
off with him. From the shadows, Ubu steps forth, arms folded over his
chest to stand behind the chair of Ra's, the masked face revealing
nothing. "Let me first settle your concerns, Two-Face. Behold ..." On that
word, a curtain is drawn away from the area behind the Joker and opposite
Harvey. As it moves, glints of polished gold reflect the light
brilliantly, until a king's ransom or more is revealed to the villain.
"What say you now?" Ra's voice is cold, aloof. And holds a tone of
finality in it.

Two-Face eyes the gold greedily. And he eyes the gold with distaste. "Gold
is nice. But I'm more worried about what it's paying for. If you owe me,
I'm not worried about making you pay. Making people pay is easy. But I'm
here to hear the deal. And *I*'m here to decide whether to take it."

"Pish, posh, deal schmeal. The offer will be to kill the Bat and you get
the gold. Or the girl. Perhaps both. Me? I want to hear the _details_ on
how Mr. Gloom would wish for this to go down. Hammer tot he skull? Perhaps
a vat of acid, ooh! Acid with sharks... but we'd have to engineer sharks
that are immune to the acid..." Joker starts babbling as he rambles on an
idea for a moment, to himself, just a mumbling to you all of course. He
looks for something to write with, draw on, or heck, write or draw with.
In his search he looks left, right, at Harv, at Ra, on either side of his
chair, behind his chair and.... he whistles, loudly at the sight of all
that gold.

Two-Face offers the Joker one of those nifty ballpoint pens with a pencil
on the other end. The pencil lead is all dull and broken, though. "Yeah,
it's unanimous, three to zip. Let's hear the plan."

Joker yeahyeahs and takes the pencil/pen thingy or something, idly drawing
on the table as he doesn't look as his eyes go wide, looking and
concentrating on all that gold - until you draw his attention elsewhere
that is.


"I require some ... renovating of Gotham. And such will also require a few
deaths. But then, such a cost must be accepted, for the greater return.
These alterations, in and of themselves, may put an end to the Detective,
although that cannot be guaranteed. Too often in the past has he evaded
such a fate, more than once by even your capable hands." Nodding to you
both, he indicates the food on the table, "Enjoy the repast and I shall
continue to enlighten you. Let it not be said that Ra's Al Ghul is not a
gracious host." He takes a sip from his glass, then puts it down. "I will
require your assistance in ensuring that the Batman and his allies do not
interfere in the preparations that shall begin soon. I shall also
endeavour to assist you with another distraction that the Batman shall not
expect. Nor appreciate."

Two-Face nods a little. "What kind of alterations are we talkin' about,
Al? And what kind of preparations?" he asks. He selects an apple from the
table, cuts it in half with a rather sharp knife, discards one half, and
bites eagerly into the other. "What am I going to be sticking my neck out
to cover up?"


Death! That's enough to get the Joker's attenton away fromt he gold, as he
turns to _intently_ listen to Ra speak now, wanting to know about death
and destruction. But, wait, what! Metaphoric double-talk? Wah! Joker sighs
and shakes his head, leaning back in his chair after waving off the food
for the moment. He's got his girlish figure to maintain afterall. "Ring in
the new Year with a big bang? Why, can't say as I haven't thought of that
myself, but sharing the party of the century?" it's tempting, as the Bat
is _always_ sticking his cowl into business before it can go off without a
hitch... mostly. But, having these two saps around to keep Batman
occupied, while he runs his own little 'side show' which is the main
event, well.... "Gotham always was so gloom and doom, so a face-lift seems
to be in order."

Gazing thoughtfully at Two-Face, Ra's answers. "Let us say that half the
city will look much more appetizing than the other, Two-Face, once all is
done. The dichotomy of Gotham will be more pronounced, something that you
should appreciate." The glimmer of a small smile touches the edges of his
mouth, "The preparations themselves you need not be overly concerned with,
although there are certain landmarks I may wish you to visit and 'survey'.
Of greater concern will be your success in dealing with Gotham's famed
'heroes' and irksome authorities. I have no doubt that your particular
talents will suffice to deal with them." His head slowly drifts to the
side to take in the Joker next. "And the 'face-lift' I have intended will
indeed be a show worthy of your attentions, Joker. Something that will be
remembered for all time, no mere prank, but a true 'show stopper', if you
will. One even more impressive than your work with the Boy Wonder not so
long back."

Two-Face mmms suspiciously. "It sounds dreadful. It sounds great. It's the
stupidest proposition I've heard in a long time. It's sublime." he
mumbles. "I hate it. But I think it's perfect." He nods, and says "No
way." Then he shakes his head and says "Yeah." A pause. "I'll need more
specifics, either way." he says, taking The Coin out of his pocket. "Yeah.
Me too." he says, and flips the coin. It rolls gently down the linen
tablecloth, across the little bloodstain left by the servant's broken
nose, leaving a little red trail on the white, before it falls. Scarred
side. He looks at it. He looks thoughtful. He looks up to Ra's and smiles,
politely. "I'm in." he says sweetly.

"That almost sounded like a challenge, Raza Ghoul," Joker winks as he
leans back in his chair more, placing his feet up on the table for
balance, his heands behind his head as he make shimself comfortable, on
those two back legs. "A show of shows, why, each and every time I'm out
there the kiddies are always looking for more. But it's nice to see that
my recent exploits have reached even long lost caves," Joker smiles,
beaming, proud with himself as he semi-gloats to Two-Face as he flips his
coin. That's right, Two-Face, Joker did something nasty recently and even
another baddy noticed it. "You guys would be lost without me, so... I'm
in."

"I am pleased to hear you both are amenable to this arrangement. It would
have greatly displeased me to learn otherwise." As he speaks, Al Ghul's
servants hurry forth to fill wine glasses to the brim for you both, Ra's
himself lifting his glass in toast to you both. "The changes that shall be
wrought to Gotham shall be felt throughout the world. Its echoes will
change the lives of not just the millions within the cursed city, but
across the globe. A new world order shall arise from the ashes, and if all
goes well, you both will enjoy the fruits of this at levels you neither
might expect."

Two-Face waves his hand boredly. "Okay, Al, sure. Sure. But what
/specifically/ is going to happen? I am not big on riddles. That's Nygma's
field." he says. "That little twerp might get a hoot out of trying to put
together all of the little pieces, but I'm a businessman, and I am, too,
and I want to know exactly what it is we're supposed to be covering up
for."

"Yak, yak and there's your talk-back, Raza. Big words, little action so
far." Joker suddenly springs forward, moving to lean forward, his legs
sweeping away as he stands, hands thumping loudly on the table witht he
force of his sudden moment. He's got your attentions? Good. And what does
he do with it? He smiles, broadly, his lips curling up, and up and away.
Contorting to a grimace of sheer satisfaction. "Welcome to the future,
gentleman. Let it burn." And this is where he would belt out with one of
those famous laughs he is known for... but he just flops back in his
chair, looks to Ubu and snaps his fingers. "Bring on the wine, serving
boy."

The big man bristles. It isn't immediately obvious, but its there. Under
barely controlled stillness, its there. Ra's simply gazes at the Joker for
a moment or two, letting the outburst subside, before addressing
Two-Face's question. "I seek a balance, Two-Face. The world has sufferend
unneeded ravage too long. And so I shall enfore that balance, by
exterminating one half of Gotham's population, plunging that half into the
bowels of the earth. Is that enough information for you, perchance?" A
bold statement, but surely enough to grab Harvey's attention, and the
Joker's. "A gambit well planned, and a show sure enough to grasp much
attention for you as well, Joker." Sipping from his wine, he glances down
at the glass, then puts it on to the table, steepling his fingers under
his chin. "Much has been said now, more than needed to be for the moment.
I shall let you both consider what is soon to come, and make your
arrangements. But expect my envoys to contact you soon back in Gotham. And
now the bargain has been struck, I expect you both to do your parts
without fail, once plans are set and presented. I am one that dislikes
dealing with those that renege."

Two-Face grins at that. But he says nothing.

Joker grins, naturally. And has only too much to say. But, for now he is
silent. He grins and grins. Sweet.

"Then a toast, to our new found alliance." Ra's stands, Ubu forming a
deadly background to his outline, his glass once more in hand and raised
high. "To the changing of a world. And the end of the Batman." As if it
were a signal, twin darts sing through the air with the toast, taking both
guests in the neck once more, instilling their sedatives quickly, even as
Ra's downs his drink. "And let all that stand in our way know disaster."