Laugh Lines

Coffee Break

~And that's the way it goes,

Sometimes it's best to get a bloody nose,

Buck up against your fear,

And throw them the fuck out of here,

Throw your body on the gears of the machine,

Better to get dirty than to be unclean~

~Third Eye Blind~

Peach was not happy with her husband. She had been so excited when he had asked for her help. Then he dropped her off at the club and left with a quick kiss. She hadn't heard from him since. It had been almost two days. She knew he was having a hard time getting Bruce Wayne to show his alter ego.

She decided maybe she should help. She could go and talk to the man, discreetly. It would probably piss her husband off. No, it definitely piss him off. She decided it was the best idea she had had in a while. She got up and fed the dogs. Now that Joker wasn't there as often, Judy was finally warming up to her and it made her feel good.

She hurried back up to her room to get ready. She had to look the part to 'accidentally' run into him. Maybe plant a seed of an idea to help her husband along. It only took an hour for her to be dolled up enough. She had pulled her hair back into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. She kept her make up neutral and she put in her brown contact to make her eyes match. She wanted to blend in, to be one of the faceless crowd in Gotham.

She got into her car and made her way to the place Mr. Wayne frequented. She pulled into a metered spot and filled it with quarters to pay for her parking and walked the few blocks to the building. She stepped into the overcrowded lobby of the very familiar building.

She looked over at the small coffee bar they had here. She tried to remember back almost a decade ago, had that been there? She didn't think so. She walked over and ordered a Decaf Mocha Latte. She waited for her order and looked around the large lobby.

Once she had her drink she moved to the small waiting area and sipped her coffee slowly. She watched the lax security, and the people who go about their day oblivious of their surroundings. She was getting up to stretch her legs when she noticed he had just come out of the elevator.

She started to walk, making sure to get close enough and wham. Bruce Wayne bumped into her tiny frame causing her to bust her ass on the hard floor. Her coffee spilled across the floor.

"Oh, miss, I am so sorry." He reached to help her up.

Peach had to hide the hatred for the man who had stolen Joker from her for so many years, and accept his hand. She fought the urge to wipe her hands on her slacks.

"It's my fault, I wasn't paying attention. I'm running late." She said.

"No, it was my fault you are just so tiny, I didn't even see you."

She did not hide the scowl on her face.

"I didn't mean any offense. Let me replace your coffee at least as an apology for nearly running you over then insulting you. It's the least I could do."

"The very least." She said.

He moved them both over to the coffee bar, "Whatever the lady wants on my tab please."

"Yes sir" the barista said.

Peach fought not to roll her eyes. She really hated this man. "Your tab huh?"

"Yea, I'm here a lot, it's easier than paying each time."

She ordered her drink again, and they moved to the side to wait for it.