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Post by The Joker on Oct 17, 2013 11:55:11 GMT
Time: Thursday, 23:15. Three weeks and two days after the half-year mark. Location: Central Gotham. The Steel mill, Joker's main hideout. Weather: Cloudy with a little rain.
It'd been a couple days now, and Joker felt good and vigorous again after his double run in with Penguin and Riddler. Thus, he had called his gang to a meeting in the abandoned steel mill. He stood on the podium, Harley at his side as he looked out over all the people gathered. They were a crooked bunch, from psychopaths and murderers to delinquents and youngsters who had gotten involved with the wrong crowd, HIS crowd. People from all the lower paths of life were gathered here. Because unlike many of the other criminals, when the Joker felt like it, he took in anyone. This resulted in a fact a lot of people forgot. While others like the penguin had people of skill, Joker had masses of untrained, untalented goons, mooks and underlings. What others had in talented minions, Joker had in mass. Of course, the very anarchistic philosophy that the Joker stood for was very alluring to a lot of people too, resulting in this mass of people, so many was there, that warehouses and other hidden places on many locations in Gotham was filled with his people, listening to his speech over laptops and speakers. Where other rogues could tell people to beware their power, or their weapons, Joker could simply say, had he bothered to read the bible, Beware for I am legion.
Joker, the Clown Prince of Crime (The Mirthful Menace and Knave of Aces) (shush now) looked out over his people as they chanted his name, then raised his arms, calling to silence. He looked around, then spoke with a grin. “The Penguin has made his move, trying to kill yours truly..” He was then interrupted by the outraged exclamations and angry yells from his minions, he raised his hand again, calling to silence. “Yes, Yes, I know! How could he do such a HORrible thing?! But as you see boys and girls..it takes more to get little old me heh HEH..but, we won't let this stand, now will we?” And the crowd erupted again, yelling NO's and colorful ideas for what to do to the criminal bird. “We all agree then..he wants a war, boys and girls, and a war he shall get..we'll ignite Gotham under him and roast him like a turkey!”
People started cheering again, chanting Joker's name, the mad man grinning as he looked out over his people before slowly spinning around himself. This, this was power, this was the catalyst he needed, this was the spark to light Gotham on fire THIS..was not the same without him, there was no punchline... As he had his back turned on the crowd, a very uncharacteristic frown appeared on the Joker's face, the fire in his eyes extinguished for a moment. The only one who might see it would be Harley, but then the fire and the grin appeared again as he turned fully, facing the crowd of wild men and women. “From this VERY moment boys and girls...WE..ARE..AT..WAR!” And the crowd went wild, cheering, yelling and roaring as the Joker turned his back to them, leaving the podium and walking backstage through the curtain. This war had to bring him back, HE would not let this happen, not to HIS Gotham.
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Post by Penguin on Oct 20, 2013 10:52:50 GMT
Rick slowly edged his way across the wet roof. Soaked to the bone, he continued without pause towards the large horizontal window, overlooking the warehouse. To him it was just another 'run of the mill.' He smiled gingerly for himself. He'd have to remember that one.
When he reached the opening and peered over the edge down at the gathering, the smile slowly warped into a frown. They were everywhere, in the words most literal sense. What he first thought was a very dirty floor in a factory, he gradually realized was hundreds and yet hundreds of people in ragged or alternative clothes listening intensely to the purple figures on a podium. He couldn't make out what Joker was saying, but it riled up the crowd pretty badly. They were jumping, screaming, waving their arms like livid apes. Every here and there, Rick could make out a camera or two. This thing was being transmitted live! Who know how many more were tuned in this very moment? He steeled himself. This was not the time to be second guessing.
"In position, sir."
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The room was about the size of your ordinary living room, furnished with comfortable couches and armchairs. Today, they were all turned towards a big plasma screen mounted on one of the walls. Staring intensely at the wavering image of a seemingly unimpressive rooftop, sat roughly 10-11 men and women, dressed in expensive suits and dresses. Normally these individuals, ranging from local politicians to business tycoons, carried themselves with an air of superiority and prestige. This moment they looked more like your average family watching a broadcast concerning a tornado. Distraught at the news, scared it might come their way.
In the middle, like a static island in an unnerved sea, perched Oswald Cobblepot on a red leather recliner.
The image slowly tilted downwards. A wave of fright went through the room at the sight, amplified by a dozen humans suddenly holding their breaths. Oswald grinned. He got up and calmly walked over and placed himself next to the screen, pointing nonchalantly at the tiny figure on the podium.
"Ladies and gentlemen. I insisted on your presence here today, as i wanted to show you something. This... Cockroach. This obstinate buffoon, deluded by his twisted dreams of grandeur, has dared challenge us. You all know of the episode which happened here just seven days ago, and i assure you, if we do not nip this perverted excuse for an uprising at the bud, it will not be the last." The finger began circling the crowd. "We may not think much of these 'people', but even though they're anarchists, tramps and derelicts... They're numerous.
The Joker is contagious. His influence spreads like a plague, and therefor he becomes a symbol." The hand returns to Oswald's side as he turns to face the screen himself. "Simply assassinating him wouldn't work. He'd only become a martyr. And as such we need to send a message directly to his followers." The Penguin shaped silhouette before the TV send a long eerie shadow into the otherwise dimly lit locale. "Wild animals are to be put down."
On queue, the television declared; "In position, sir."
"Do it."
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Approved. Rick pulled out a flare gun from it's holster in his belt and shot the flickering ball of fire straight up into the air. From four different points in a two mile radius, helicopters rose into the air.
((Sorry for the long post. This one pretty much wrote itself. xD))
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Post by Tonio on Oct 20, 2013 18:33:18 GMT
Tonio was rather surprised. He had managed to sneak in rather easy but he didn't lower his guard nor get confident. Anything could go wrong at any time due to the tiniest of movements. He stood hidden in the shadows in the rafters of the building, it was best to spy from higher ground. The client who came to him wasn't a simple client, it was Baby Doll. He had taken the tape to his least favorite hound and showed it to him. Upon doing that, he learned that the child was Baby Doll. Once a actress with her own TV series, however when she left to try and be something more, it backfired. She tried to return to her show but it was too late, they wouldn't let her. So a turn to the life of crime for her and she was growing in her power. Her acting skills must've weakened due to her crime since she didn't have Tonio completely convinced about the father thing, she just didn't act the way she should've if she was a child worried about her daddy.
Hearing Joker's words, that explained it all. War. Baby Doll wanted to know Joker's latest scheme, here it was. War. Just grand. A war between gangs was the last thing Gotham needed right now. Batman was gone and the Hounds were useless. All these Wolves with their fangs being bared and claws sharpened, howling like the crazed dogs they were all ready for the things that came with War. Death, blood, no sense of order. Well.....Gotham was indeed in for a wild ride.
(I thought it was about time I had Tonio go through with Baby Doll's case and this seems like the right way to do it. Hope this is okay.)
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Post by Jason Todd on Oct 22, 2013 21:42:24 GMT
[Hope you don't mind a not so little Bird dropping in.]
A new foe hadn’t been in Gotham long, well he hadn’t returned long ago, and he was looking to make a name for himself. There was no sign of the Bat, and word on the street was he hadn’t been seen for the longest time, but a new one ‘nightwing’ they called him, was hanging around making sure people were behaving as best as he could, though this foe was nameless for now, he was once known as a boy wonder. That’s right a Robin of the Bat himself, but after being killed by a second rate ‘super villain’ he had come back from the dead, and with only his predecessor guarding the city he called home he knew he didn’t have to worry about much.
That’s right, Jason Todd was back on the scene and first thing on the agenda was find the damn clown who took a crowbar to him, and then blew up his mother. Word on the street was the Penguin was at it again with the ‘prince of pathos’, and as he suited up in his new costume the boy had figured on a fitting new image, taking up the mantle the Joker used to claim, only this one was more…Practical, and as he took to the roof tops the Ex Robin placed on his Red Biker Helmet, and was taking up the Mantle of ‘The Red Hood’.
The idea of revenge was already making him feel a touch warmer as amusement mile grew closer, and as the streets whizzed by whilst atop his newly acquired motorcycle Jason was beginning to get eager. It had been a while since he felt the adrenaline that came with taking someone worthwhile down, those teachers that had given him more skills weren’t particularly worth the effort, just more of a…Build up.
Still the ex-boy wonder knew not to take on the circus head on, Joker usually had some warning system done up. As such he slowed his speed down and took a side street; he was often getting into the lair of a mad man more than he’d care to admit back in the day. With a few jumps, a couple of grapples and the occasional stealth kill on some henchmen, Jason was in. Something was bugging him though, this place was quiet, far to god damn quiet… Originally he was going to bust in guns blazing, take out the clown in front of his goons and take over… Now… Now something was up, as the new Hood took his way into the main building of the Steel Mill again, a distinct lack of guards. Was the Joker no longer a big player in Gotham?
Then came noise, the buzz of a crowd, cheers and jeers and that incessant damn laugh. Instinctively Todd took out his guns, but once he was upon the catwalks he put one back away, listening for a few moments.
”A war huh? I can maximise on a war…But for now I’ll have some fun….” Taking out a few ‘batarangs’ from his jacket and threw them to the big lights that took up the job of illuminating the main lobby, with a couple of crashes and the metal of the ‘rangs hitting the floor Jason took up his Gun, turned on the night vision in his mask and began to take aim.
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Post by The Joker on Oct 30, 2013 15:02:49 GMT
And then everything out in the main lobby grew dark. People were talking and yelling, some running around in confusion, others searching for flashlights. Everything was in a bit of chaos right now, and Bonnie didn't like it one bit. She knew this wasn't one of J's pranks, not with the speech he had just given. Nope, this was probably the doings of one of those bat-freaks. Just, fukken gravy..ain't nothing like a angry man with too much pent up stuff clad in spandex beating you to a bloody pulp to brighten your day. Oh wait, that's right, there was like a THOUSAND things that was better than that! Well, best thing to do was duck for cover and get a move on. Better get somewhere safe before the the real party started. Bonnie cursed and swore as she moved though the dark, elbowing people left and right as she headed for one of the side doors. Of course one of the bat-freaks had gotten news of this meeting, those a-holes got freaking eyes and ears everywhere. Question was who it was of them. Little boy blunder? The batbitch, Nightwank, the batc*nt? Perhaps tall dark and ugly himself had returned?
It didn't really matter who it was. What mattered was the fact that it was dark, people were not being too useful and she wasn't about to stay for the finale. Bonnie finally managed to enter the side room, looking around. There was just a lot of junk and a locked off area with a bit more junk, but otherwise empty. Bonnie couldn't help but imagine some idiot placing a glowing trophy in there or something. Well, who the fudge knew with the crowd of criminals in THIS town? Wait..was that helicopters she heard?
Joker turned around as the lobby grew dark, a wide grin on his face, his eyes burning like fire. Was it him? Had he returned? Possibly, perhaps, maybe? If so, he needed a grand welcoming! Joker cackled as he ran down different corridors, heading to the foreman's office where all the cameras and control panels were located, and which was the Joker's inner sanctum. As he ran the shadows danced around him, several of them looking like a certain bat, looming and waiting to lunge at him. Joker gleefully cackled as he ran, almost expecting any of the shadows to attack. But they didn't and he, almost disappointed, entered the office. Wait, was that choppers he could hear in the distance? Oh this was gonna be fun.
Joker then grabbed a mic as he turned on more and more consoles and flipped several switches. Everything around him hummed to life as he spoke into the microphone. “Welcome welcome my little intruder! Welcome to Joker's house of fun, havoc and mayhem! Now, lets get this show rolling, shall we?” and with that, several projectors and colorful lights turned on, carnival rides started driving around in the steel mill as carnival music started to play and with the new light, the goons started arming themselves, looking around for an intruder. “Come one and all, let's start the ride! It's gonna be a WILD one Mjehahaha WHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAA!”
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Post by Penguin on Oct 31, 2013 17:42:11 GMT
Penguin scowled slightly at the disappearing lights. He didn't recall that as being part of the strategy. And he should know, having planned the whole thing. Either the boys in the field were improvising, which was unlikely, or somebody else was crashing the party. An additional player has joined the game? Oswald was intrigued. He made no mention of this to the rest of the 'audience' however. They needed to know he had everything under control and that everything was proceeding smoothly. Making himself comfortable once again in the recliner, he watched eagerly. Then the 'theme park' came to life, and he burst into a short grungy chuckle. This was going to be quite the show.
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The choppers closed in like noisy vultures. Two of them hovered in directly over the roof of the building, while a third took to the ground just outside the main entrance to pick up stragglers. Rick was joined by about a dozen men and women in dark combat armor, dropped in by the helicopters. Like a cult during midnight hours, they circled in around the altar, put on the ceremonial veils, and began throwing offerings. Well, altar being a big overhead window, veils being gas masks, and offerings being tear gas grenades. It's all a matter of perspective. There were going to be sacrifices in either case.
Rick watched the gathered people getting smoked harder than a deer venison. He felt something moving inside, but quickly hunted it down and stabbed it to death. There was no room for doubt. The job counted. The pay counted. And so, he was the first to zip line down into the chaos. He was the first to fell a street girl to the floor with a well placed kneecap. And he was the first to pull the trigger on the rifle and blow her brains out. It was going to be a massacre, just like the boss wanted.
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"Hah! I must say Oswald, you know how to deliver!" Mr. Burnique the bank manager blurted out at the sight of the grenades going down into the hall. The mood lightened for a bit, but then the camera went down into the hole. The room went silent as the terrified face of a young woman filled the screen, and grew colder as she was kicked to the ground. Slowly, one after one, they left the room.
Soon after, Penguin was the only one left in the room. Bathed in the blueish glow of the screen, he grinned wickedly.
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Post by Tonio on Nov 1, 2013 16:51:45 GMT
Tonio had no memory of tampering with the lights, no...he knew he didn't. That could only mean a few things. One, was that there was someone else interfering. Secondly it was just a random power loss. Or three, it was Joker's doing. All were possible so he didn't throw any to the side. Instead he returned his attention to the Joker. The thought of answer came to his mind, however he didn't. His attention was quickly taken by the sounds going on outside.
Rising from his spot, he slowly and carefully made his way to a different spot on the rafters. Just in case something else started going on and he could at least try to see it. He didn't have nigh tvision goggles, so really he was blind.
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Post by Jason Todd on Nov 1, 2013 18:25:55 GMT
The joker had taken off, that was to be expected, this place was his fortress often filled with what Jason had to admit were some in genius traps, others were simply ‘jokes’ but you never knew which were which until you were either dead, or it simply hung there. In some battles it was a mix of both, and pondering on it for a moment Jason wondered, was Joker truly the most sane and intelligent of us all? He saw the world for what it was, corrupt when attempting justice, black when parading as white, innocent when it hid a dagger behind it’s back. Putting the gun away the ex-robin began to leap over the catwalks, his eyes meeting a figure in the rafters above him, clumsy as it moved it wasn’t someone that had his or Dick’s training clearly.
Landing on top of a thug, there were several cracks of shins and shoulders of a man they were stood with, that brought the attention of several badly painted faces his way, and as the helicopter rotors took up this red masked figures attention for a moment, the search lights began to sweep in through windows giving the thugs a brief look into what they were about to fall prey too. Some were brave enough to try and strike first, but were met with firm grip and a force pulling them off their balance, and as they began to fall towards the still figure. Bringing his elbow down on the gripped forearm there was crack, a scream which was muffled for a second.
The searchlights went away as the confusion began to die down at these sounds, they weren’t bullets, they were a feared noise, the sound of things that went into the night. With the muffled screams of a thug in pain, Jason held him by the mouth, covering it, and grabbing the mans lyranx. A smirk formed upon the mentally cracked Todd as he applied pressure to the air canal and voice box, and pulled it one way in a sudden movement, then the jaw in another. This time the crack rang out as the muffled screams stopped, a sound of choking and gurgling replacing it, then chuckling, a deep smooth chuckle.
The Red Hood stood above the man who was choking on his own spit, trying to scream, unable to swallow, that man was dying a slow horrible death, his chuckle rang out as a search light from a copter outside swam over him. His brown biker jacket, white t-shirt and above all else that blood red mask that covered his entire head, only seen for a brief minute, the search light went off Todd and he moved through the crowd, able to see with his enhanced vision, and when the next light moved over the next spot, he was no longer there, he was waiting and deciding, does he stay and play, or go after the reason he was truly here.
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Post by The Joker on Nov 7, 2013 16:37:01 GMT
Oh, the glorious glorious chaos! Joker smiled widely as he watched the many screens before him. Jokerz running around, gathering weapons and courage. It was cute really, but Joker held little expectation about their survival rate. Especially not if those helicopters belonged to who he thought they did. But it was unimportant. (FINALLY! There you are. I was wondering who I had to kill to get you back) (Sorry..I'm back now though) (of course you are..I'm here after all..now, get on with it!) No, what was important was finding him it really was him. The cameras were moving gently from side to side, recording everything as they showed it on the Joker's monitors. Come on, where was he? Joker chuckled to himself, the microphone off as he watched. THERE! He saw him, putting the hurt on some of his men! Was it him? Perhaps..he fought like him..but the outfit was new..and..wait..no..he wouldn't..OH YES HE WOULD! HE JUST KILLED THAT IDIOT!
The Joker's eyes widened as he saw the poor goon die on the ground. “HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! Oh This is GREAT! Someone fighting like you Batsy, but he kills! Heheheheheee...is it really you Batsy?..have you finally gone over the edge? If so, What's up with the Motorcycle fetish?” Joker asked himself as the figure disappeared once more. Penguin's goons were there too now, spreading chaos and murdering. Good..they were welcome to do so, his own men were going to take out some of these idiots. Especially since he could still unleash his new acquired weapons. They were just itching for combat after all. Or flood the place with Joker gas? Oh all those possibilities!
“Welcome boys, seems you're in time for the party!” Joker said in the microphone to Penguins goons. “Now, have a seat!” He then pushed a button, a click could be heard and one of the cranes in the ceiling let go of it's cargo, sending a two ton crate plummeting to the floor, landing on about four of penguins men and maybe eleven or twelve of his own. “Oops..guess I dropped the punchline on that one...AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!” The sick clown cackled into the microphone as the blood oozed out from beneath the wreckage that once was a containing crate for steel parts.
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