Am I too old for this?

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Alfred could be found in the parlor again finishing up his dusting. He always cleaned when he had a lot on his mind and one would not be surprised to find that Wayne Manor was sparkling.

A heavy sigh as he dusted the piano again for the third time.

Concentrations of baddies (open to any)

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Joker chuckled as he hunched over his latest creation, an invention that he knew would give the Batman serious grief, something that would terrorize Gotham on its own while Joker was free to rob anywhere he liked.

Suddenly the door to the warehouse he'd currently made his bas burst open, but instead of somebody being there Joker wheeled to find sevarl largee, bright green vines storming his new hideout, hailing a storm of other vines.

"Well this isn't a gas,"he said crossly, reaching for his Joker putty and charging the vines, spraying them. The greenary shrank and melted as it came into contact with the Putty, and Joker went out to the street, stunned when he saw the Vines had nearly taken over the entire city block, covering and breaking into every building through doors, windows, and occasionally through the very walls.

Joker blinked, then scowled.

"IVY!" he bellowed, spraying some of the vines that got closer. The vines shrank, then sprang forward, grabbing him and tieing him up. "IVY!"

A moment later a tall redhead wearing all green came in, and the ines around her seemed to stop as if by whispered command.

"Joker," she said, eyes getting bright. "I see the rumors are true. You're back."

Joker merely scowled, and Ivy laughed, coming forward and patting his cheek.

"Poor Joker, all tied up by my latest project," she said.

"And you interupted mine. Now be a dear and let me go," he glared. "Joke's over."

"Of course," Ivy grinned, and the vines fell away. Joker dusted himself off, then looked around.

"Impressive. Sure hope dear Batty doesn't come and clip your roots," he said, watching.

"He'd find these a bit too tough for all that," Ivy smiled.

"But what is the point?" he scowled, looking aruond.

"This is the point," she said, pointing at some lumps which seemed to be flowing down the stalks of the vines. Suddenly a large, pink flower bloomed near her,a lump flowing up the stalk and coming out as the flowerbloomed, to reveal a rather large diamond ring.

"My babies are sensitive to the minerals in diamonds and precious gems. They swallow and bring everything they find to ther base: to me," Ivy purred, putting the ring on.

"Facinating," he stared, then chuckled. "Oh, this gives me an idea."