maskormenacelogs | april come she will

[In contrast to the humor of the day, Crane is alert and well-organized, and searching for anything exceptionally fascinating or useful. He leans back against the park bench with the bearing of a patient man. His only company is a pair of pigeons; they highlight how odd he looks as he continues watching people. He doesn't look at Julian as his hand goes down into a seedbox.

He wrinkles his nose. Glances over the pages of his journal and scribbles something in its margins. Then he tosses the seed.]

April 1st. This must be an auspicious day for you.

[And him, honestly. All that panic...]

April Fools. Yes, the day where everything is... unexpected.

[ Julian looks his usual, loosely dressed and calm. Except.

Except.

He's wearing shoes. ]

A good day for all of us, I think.

[Crane pauses for a second in consideration. He doesn't blink or cross his brow. Everything about him is calm. Controlled. Best to respect Julian's efforts, he thinks.]

You should wear brogues more often. You don't want callouses. Plus they suit you.

Really? They feel... confining.

[ He tilts his foot with a frown as he says this, obviously bothered by the shoes but committed to wearing them. For the day, at least. ]

They're traditional. A classic. Clothes do matter, Julian. It is so much easier to make a good impression if your clothes are fashionable. But if you would better feel comfortable wearing sneakers, don't let me stop you.

[Disapproval stains every word. Then again, he holds no love for those committed to fashion, either. His colleagues at university come to mind.]

I'm not oblivious to the importance of appearances, Jonathan. Have you already forgotten my costumes?

[ Julian, costumes are not the same as clothes. ]

I dress according to the day.

[He glances down at Julian's footwear.]

Obviously.

[Placing his right hand on his ankle, he furrows his left into the seedbox. His fingers haul out a handful of grain, which he aims at the pigeons with uneering precision.]

It's nearly Easter. What do you plan to do?

Something a little different. Perhaps make people work for it.

[ Julian pulls at his lip, considering. ]

I did make a promise.

To who?

[His tone is calm and polite. He doesn't make a show of it, but he's curious too.]

April. [ There's a long enough pause that whether or not he's speaking about the month itself (which, honestly, is something he would do) or something else isn't clear for a moment. ] Ludgate.

It's her month. I let her have a request.

April Fools', indeed.

[Whether he's speaking about the date or Julian himself, well... He goes at it from a different angle.]

Did it please you, in a strange way? Having the power to give such a request.

[The power of God...]

Of course. That, and the anticipation. Those few who understand the cycle.

[ Unspoken but assumed is "like the calendar itself". ]

Those few who are indeed so few...

[His voice intones. It's lonely being one of the special few, isn't it?]

You often seem focused on creation a reaction, Julian. Anticipation is expectation, prediction; are you happy to be remembered as predictable?

Predictable, but not. If you knew what I was going to do, would you have asked? It is like the calendar.

[ There's a certain tone of voice Julian goes into when he starts talking about the calendar, a sort of almost loving certainty. Now is no exception. ]

You know that tomorrow will be Sunday. After that will be Monday, then Tuesday. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, until Saturday returns again. Predictable.

But not. You don't know if your Tuesday will be full of grace, if your Wednesday will be full of woe. It is a pattern. You may anticipate the next day, but you will never know what will happen.

No, but you can control what or who will come your way. It might be that you decide at the last minute to raise hell on Tuesday, but it's a certainty that he will come for you.

[The Batman. That central point they all circle. Predictable.]

As inevitable as the night itself. The knight himself.

[ He makes no point in denying it, but his motivations are,
as always, slightly different than the usual. ]

There will always be Batman. To be remembered by Batman is to be eternal.

[At first, Crane finds the comment rather warming. But then he remembers his own fate within his version of Gotham, and needing to wait for another to wear Batman's mantle. Oh well. It just means he gets to cut loose later.]

I suppose so. [He inwardly grumbles a little to himself. Some of them are remembered more. Though it's in his interest to have Joker take all of the Bat's attention, honestly. There are more important things to be troubled over.]

Though he can always be made to remember you. Kidnapping. Bank robbery. [He's fond of kidnapping.] Even inaction. He knows what we do.

I should hope.

[ Is there just a bit of bitterness in his voice?
Perhaps. If Crane thinks Joker is paid more attention, literally everyone is paid more attention than Calendar Man. ]

I will make sure he remembers me. Something unique. Something special. Something one would never forget.

april come she will

de chima - april 1st OF COURSE

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