badassprodigy | Room 512: Monday Morning

After a week of being a dog, Barry was so ready to get back to work and get some of his experiments back on track.

Which is why he's sitting outside his room with a cage and a hi-tech animal capturing device and recruited Joker to help him out. Inside the room was a pile of shiny glittery objects sitting on the floor to help as bait.

"All right, Barry whispered as he peered around the door frame. "All we need to do now is wait."

Joker	"Still not sure the magpie route is gonna work," Joker whispered back. "Are you sure they'll go for it? ...You know, maybe we should recruit a newbie to gloat loudly about how they've never been affected by Fandom weirdness yet, instead?"
Barry	Barry pondered that for a moment and handed the pole over to Joker. "I'll do it myself. My ass gets bitten and you are so fucking fired," he joked.
Joker	Joker stared at the pole in his hands. "Hey, no, that was a joke, man!," he insisted. "Don't you dare stick me with this! It's gonna break my shoulder!" He sighed. "...Oh, fuck it, let's do this. One gremlin in the trap, coming up."
Barry	"The pole should be light enough" Barry said in a sotto voice. "Just be ready." Barry cleared his voice. "Oh my. It's a good thing I don't believe in gremlins because I have such shiny baubles and tender ankles that taste like fucking bacon."
Joker	Joker tensed up. Both hands on the pole. One eye on Barry, one on the trinkets. No, he wasn't used to moving things as big as a pole -- he was more the pushing buttons kind of guy -- but his reflexes were impeccable. When that gremlin came, it would be his. All he had to do was wait.
Barry	Barry waited a few moments and frowned. "Hmm. And my ankles are so smooth!" he called out. "Not a nasty hair in sight!" There was a rustling in the HVAC vent. The vent popped open and a gremlin wiggled his way out so happy to find treasure and easy ankle prey. Barry jumped up on the bed and away from the gremllin. "Now!"
Joker	Getting the loop around the gremlin's neck was the easy part. Getting the gremlin into the trap from there? That was harder. "Crap! Crap crap crap crap!" he shouted, as he struggled with the pole. "I am so gonna get bit, and people are gonna be all 'Oh, Joker, how did you get bit by a gremlin?', and I'm gonna be all, 'I'm a fucking idiot, that's how!'"
Barry	"Don't be such a wussy!" Barry shouted as he ran over to help Joker with the pole.
Joker	"Yeah, and then people are gonna be all 'So how did you break your wrist?'," Joker grumbled, as they maneuvered the gremlin into the trap. "And I'm gonna be all 'Barry called me a wuss so I punched him!'"
Barry	"Clearly we need to have a conversation with human resources," Barry said rolling his eyes. "I think threatening a co-worker is a serious offense."
DUN-DUN-DUN!	And as Barry and Joker continued to verbally spar with each other, the gremlin in the cage was carefully locked up. All under the watchful eyes of certain creatures hiding behind a certain wall vent. Who were definitely plotting. Oh, yes. They were certainly plotting. (And making comments to on whether Barry and Joker were arguing or having UST. That too.)