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Post by Harley Quinn on Apr 13, 2012 0:00:47 GMT -8
From the back of the restaurant, Harley was trying to be inconspicuous as she possibly could. However, when a desert cart managed to wheel by, her eyes lit up like the 4th of July.
"OoooooOOoo....! How delicious! Don't mind if I do!!" She reached over and stole a colorfully decorated cupcake and shoved it into her mouth.
This particular job seemed to be going swimmingly!
She got a chance to cater to her favorite Clown Prince of Crime and even managed to get a tasty treat out of the deal.
A few gasps were heard from a few nearby guests as she chewed the cupcake. "Wuh--?!? You aft like ye neva seen a gal eat before--!"
She swallowed, tossing the wrapping at some high class looking blonde lady.
Harley squinted, watching the actions taking place at the table her beloved 'Puddin' was at as she tiptoed closer and propped herself up on a nearby table sitting on the edge, her legs crossed, casually kicking her feet back and forth.
She waved to Joker from her position to let him know that she was being a good little Harley.
And if either Lex or Barbara moved, she would act accordingly.
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Post by Joker on Apr 17, 2012 13:38:47 GMT -8
Joker was beginning to get angry. His eyes narrowed and his grip tightened around his gun. What was to stop him from blowing both of these people away, right here, in front of everyone? It would be the price of the disrespect he was being shown. He had been more than patient and it didn't seem to be appreciated. Perhaps it was time to demonstrate the seriousness of the situation.
"You're really in no position to be giving orders, Luthor. Maybe I can't shoot you - yet... I have plenty of other options though."
He pointed the barrel of his gun at Barbara, toward her legs... she couldn't feel them anyway, and it would get his point across. He chambered a round and was about to fire when he heard a commotion from behind him. Turning to look, he cursed under his breath.
"Harley..."
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Post by Oracle on Apr 20, 2012 22:52:17 GMT -8
Options.
Joker was always filled with options. And that's what made the clown dangerous. He could be smiling and playful one minute, the next, dropping a baby and seeing it through the sights of a gun. It never mattered with this one. The innocents always fell just as hard as the non-innocents.
What kind of favor could Joker be wanting from Luthor anyway?
She wondered if it were money.
No. Joker was too idle for that.
Or WAS he?
THAT look.
She knew that look.
It was the same smug look the Joker had given her right before he shattered her spine.
Her heart seemed like it would thud out from her chest.
Barbara's right hand dropped to the edge of her chair, instincts playing over her. If he tried something, she would be damned to let herself become his victim again. An ecrisma to the face would ring that in clear as a bell.
But then what about Luthor?
He would know something would be up if she went full on attack-mode on the clown. And the last thing she needed was to draw more undivided attention to herself and Canary from doing what they were really supposed to be doing the whole time while they were there in Metropolis.
The gun.
Her eyes went wide.
He wasn't seriously going to--
Harley...?
She turned her head just slightly to see the red and black figure sitting not too far from them.
OH how was she glad to see her. She may have just saved her life.
She looked back to Lex to look for some kind of direction.
An option.
Yeah. That's what she needed.
Options.
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Post by Green Arrow on Apr 21, 2012 0:58:11 GMT -8
By this point, every single man and woman in the restraunt was terrified, seeing the Clown Prince of Crime waving a gun about. It was a stunned silence as everyone was facing down at their dinner plates, either silently praying that they would make it out alive or holding back from the sobs that could very well be the last of their lives.
Well...ALMOST every man and woman in the restraunt.
Five tables away from Luthor's, Oliver Queen was in heaven.
The two best things about being a millionaire? Steak and lobster. It was glorious. Sucking down the last piece of the lobster as he was already half way through his steak (rare, of course), it was the perfect meal. The type of meal that would be given to an inmate right before the lethal injection. Toss in a baked potato, steamed broccoli, and a nice apple martini, and you have yourself one hell of a meal.
Of course, the reason he was feasting while everyone else was panicing was because this was nothing new to Mr. Queen. Time and time again, he faced super baddies like the Joker, coming out on top in the end everytime. In the briefcase sitting next to him was the same thing every tycoon carries on them at all times: legal pad. Calculator. Pens. Collapsable bow. Spring loaded quiver. Folded arrows. Green, skintight leather, with a matching hood. Though, there was one main difference between him and other tycoons.
Oliver Queen was actually Star City's hometown hero, the Green Arrow, and it just so happened that he was visiting Metropolis at the same time the Joker decided to swing by.
Fate...such a bitch.
With a soft sigh and taking the last bite of his steak, Oliver wiped his mouth, quietly took his briefcase and stood up, thankful for a change that the hostess (who, by the by, had a terrific body, but a voice that could friggin' shatter glass if she wanted to) sat him by the bathroom. Without being spotted, he slipped inside and once discovering it empty, he locked the door and got to work.
In less then a minute, he was suited up. Costume. Boots. Gloves. Quiver. Mask. Hood. The whole shabang. 30 seconds later, he collapsed his bow, ready for his firing pleasure. 15 seconds later, his quiver was filled with unfolded arrows. Green Arrow was ready for action, and it looked like action was right around the corner.
Speaking of corners, GA crept around it, getting a good view of what he was up against. Joker was hassling Lex Luthor (who was no saint either, but at this point, cueball as in need of protection) as laughing boy's girl sidekick was boucing around like a love sick puppy...who also had a rockin' bod, but the voice of a banshee....wonder if she and the hostess are related...
Focus, Queen...
His eyes narrowed as he was mapping out the restraunt, taking count of all the hostages in the room, and the various actions of retaliation Joker could do if Arrow even gives him the slightest slip. Though, as he waits patiently to see when the best time to strike would be, one thing keeps rolling around his naturally blonde head....
...The red head in the wheel chair is quite the looker.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Apr 21, 2012 1:22:33 GMT -8
Harley Quinn's two-toned feet swung back and forth over the lavish carpet of the restaurant. Every now and then she would reach backward and pluck a tomato from the rich lady's plate that she had recently sat her keester next to on the table. Though, she had already ran off to some far corner of the restaurant
She was happy.
It wasn't everyday that one got to go to a fancy-pants place like THIS.
She squished the cherry tomato in her mouth and gave a satisfying swallow. They were juicy and were a wonderful treat while she waited for Jokerto finish his business proposal.
She playfully batted at the poof-ball that rested at the end of her jester hat but was suddenly snapped back to her attention.
She cocked her gun to make sure no one knew she was slacking on the job
THERE!
His voice!
Harley melted, leaning forward, watching her Boss through loving eyes. He DID just call for her! She was eager and very willing to help him.
Squee!!
"YES, Puddin'??"
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Post by Lex Luthor on Apr 21, 2012 4:55:10 GMT -8
Luthor understood the seriousness of his situation quite well. If the young woman sitting next to him was shot by this psychopath (again) as a means of procuring something that Luthor was not willing to give, it would be an absolute PR nightmare. He could see the headline on tomorrow's edition of the Daily Planet now:
"A Penny Saved is a Life Lost - Luthor Sacrifices Innocents To Secure His Bank Accounts."
This simply would not do. Fortunately, security was on its way. At the first sign of trouble Luthor sent a signal to his security team outside via a transmitter in his watch. If he could keep Joker talking...distracted...a few moments longer, maybe the headlines would read something else entirely.
Joker was busy looking at Harley, Barbara was looking at him, and he was looking at security filing in. They knew the drill. Luthor would be safe in no time. But Barbara...? There was still a gun trained on her.
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Post by Joker on Apr 22, 2012 2:09:57 GMT -8
Joker stood and turned to face Harley Quinn, momentarily forgetting about Lex and Barbara. His rage had been redirected and he was going to blow. Quick strides carried him across the room toward the table where Harley was sitting. He grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her onto her feet.
"What the HELL are you doing? You're supposed to watch my back, not the dessert tray!"
Joker raised his arm, ready to deliver a blow that would send her to the floor when he saw several armed men in suits fan out in front of him. He shoved Harley down, took aim, and fired two rounds into the chest of one of the men closing in.
"Come on, doll! Time to go!"
Joker fired at another of the men, all of whom had already ducked for cover among the tables of the restaurant, along with the other patrons. Walking backward toward Lex's table, Joker continued to lay down cover fire for himself and Harley, keeping Luthor's private security at bay.
Realizing that his plan had already begun to unravel, Joker began to improvise, shouting to Harley over the gunshots being exchanges, jerking his thumb toward Barbara.
"Harl, we're taking this to go!"
Joker looked at Luthor with narrow eyes and raised eyebrows, but his best smile
"You want her back? It'll cost you. I'll be in touch."
Laying down more cover fire for Harley, Joker dropped two more of Luthor's men before making his way through the exit.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Apr 22, 2012 2:22:53 GMT -8
Harley felt the forceful yank of Joker's white gloved hand. "Eep--!!" Oh... she was in trouble now.
She gave him a classic smile, her bright blue eyes piecing from behind her mask. "I was watchin' ya back though, Puddin'! HONEST! I was. Ya can't blame me for havin' a bit of a sweet tooth, can ya?"
She went to plop a bit of frosting left over from the cupcake she had yoinked previously, but cowered down the moment she saw his hand.
This was going to--
Security?
--hurt?
She opened one eye to see a stampede of black and white suited bodyguards rushing towards them. "Oh... crud."
Looks like Joker wanted to leave before things got hairy.
She didn't blame him.
She jumped over the table and backflipped right in between Barbara nad Lex. She giggled and waved to both Lex and Barbara. "Looks like you're yer Take-Out, Toots!"
With a quick moove, she schooped up Barbara and threw her over her shoulder. "She gave Lex a quick wink and ran off to follow Joker. "Latah Mistah L!!"
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Post by Oracle on Apr 22, 2012 2:43:31 GMT -8
The events that unfolded in front of her were went by a lot faster than she thought.
She never got her options. There was no window of opportunity.
The minute Lex's bodyguards came in rushing the dining room floor she exhaled a breath of relief. That, at least, was a bit refreshing. Maybe they would would just vanish into the Metropolitan night and bug Lex another night.
She still couldn't understand what Joker wanted with him. Some added digging would be--
Caught in a thought that only brought her face to face with Harley. "WHAT--!??"
Oh... This was bad. As she was being hoisted out of her wheelchair and onto Harley's shoulder, she tried to make a desperate attempt to grab hold of her hidden ecrismas to protest the sudden capture.
She failed.
Stupid reflexes.
Her face washed over with white as she was quickly being carried out of the restaurant. "PUT me down--!!" She attempted to pull at Harley's headpiece to throw her off balance.
This wasn't working.
She was pretty sure Luthor wasn't going to aid in her return. Though... if Penguin find out he WOULD get upset. She was his star pupil at the moment.
Being the aide to Mayor Cobblepot DID have its advantages every now and then.
She was probably going to end up dead and stuffed in some gutter...
No.
If Joker was the madman he was... he wouldn't kill her. He would merely toy with her....
Torture probably.
Great.
As Harley rounded around a corner, she saw a flash of something green in the far back corner.
Was she seeing things....?
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Post by Green Arrow on Apr 22, 2012 3:05:35 GMT -8
Showtime.
As soon as Joker and Harley took off with the red head, Arrow knew that this was the best time to strike. He didn't want anything to happen to her, but one hostage compared to a room full of hostages? He could do those odds. "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few." What's that from? Eh, some sci-fi flick. Focus, Queen.
With a dash, Green Arrow lept at the nearest window, no longer needing to play it quiet in the shadows, and kicked it. A shatter echoed through the restraunt as GA rode the designer apron around the building, slowing his traction.
Ah, Joker. Brilliant gimmick, but at the end of the day, after the punchline, it was always the same escape attempt.
Shimmying down the rain gutter, Green Arrow suddenly found himself on top of the plateless and tagless getaway car that could only belong to the Clown Prince of Crime. Seeing that it wasn't an Ice-Cream Truck, Clown Car, or even a Special Ed. School bus slightly disappointed Ollie. If you're going to go with a gimmick, go all or go home.
Standing on the roof, Ollie quickly loaded two arrows: one for the clown and one for the hot clown. With both in his bow and pulled back, he was ready to fire the moment Laughing Boy gave him a reason to.
"Hey Chuckles. Let the ginger go, or there will be more of a mess in your pants then just seltzer."
Keeping a straight face, even in the eyes of a nut with a gun, Oliver Queen was more then a little disappointed at his own one-liner. Were Joker and Harley even old enough to get an old-school Mary Tyler Moore Show reference?
Ug...kids today.
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Post by Oracle on Apr 22, 2012 3:28:45 GMT -8
She did her best to knock Harley off balance as she was being bum-rushed out of the restaurant. Though, she was remarkably strong and seemed to know how to counter balance her weight difference. Figures that the night would be ruined by some out-of-towners.
Just before she was shoved into the back of the SUV that was no-doubtly stolen, she again caught sight of that flash of green again.
She squinted, her nearsightedness really playing against her against the moment. If she didn't know any better she could have sworn that was--
Green Arrow!
A hope!
"Oooooo..." she taunted, attempting to stall. She had one last plan at an attempt of allowing Green Arrow to reach her. She had to think fast. Preparing for the worst was what she normally would do... but in this instance? She could very well be seeing that fate real soon.
"You hear that? He's got better jokes than yours...."
A distraction was what she needed. It would be just enough to distract Joker or Quinn, but hopefully enough to catch Arrow's eye. He was a skilled marksman. He would notice anything small...
Right....?
With a quick movement, she pulled off her silver hawk earring and tossed it into the street, making sure that it sailed high enough over Quinn's head to perhaps catch the glint of the street lights. She crossed her fingers hoping that it didn't hit a drainage ditch and get lost into the city's sewage abyss.
To many that earring was nothing but a mere trinket. However, the truth? A very sophisticated piece of tech. A two-way communicator. One that she used to keep in touch with her operatives while playing it up to the civilian world.
It was a long shot, but maybe.... if it caught his eye she wouldn't turn into the next tragic story on the evening news.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Apr 22, 2012 3:35:07 GMT -8
The brod was a lot tougher than she looked. And with her pulling on her poof-ball jester hat was starting to get irritating. "CRIPES Lady--! Calm down, would ya!? Or else I'll KNOCK YOU OUT." she hissed.
As she ran, she tried to take quick swats at Barbara to try and keep her from moving so much and doing her job.
Upon getting to their car, she started to shove Barbara into the backseat, but as quickly met with another voice coming from the distance. "HEEEEEEEY!!!! SHUT UP! Can't ya see I'm doin' some kidnappin' here!?? SHEEEESH!" she said grumpily, pointing at where she just heard the comment come from.
She arched an eyebrow and looked back to Barbara.
How DARE her!
"SHUT yer hole, lady--!!" Furious she leaned into the back of the vehicle to shut the red-head up with a swift punch to the jaw. "Don't talk about MY Mistah Jay like that!!"
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Post by Joker on Apr 27, 2012 3:26:27 GMT -8
As Joker was opening the driver's side door, he heard the joke from behind him and stopped dead in his tracks, cringing.
"Mary Tyler Moore? That's the BEST he could do?"
The Clown Prince turned to see a man dressed all in green looking down on him from the roof of a nearby building. The outfit was funnier than the joke.
Joker finally noticed that Peter Pan was holding a bow and arrow. This guy was just begging not to be taken seriously.
"Your material is out-dated, your delivery is weak, and you lack any sense of style!"
Joker raised his gun and fired several rounds quickly in Kermit's direction, merely hoping to buy a moment to dive into the car, not shooting to kill.
Sliding behind the wheel, Joker slammed his car door, expecting to see Harley beside him; she wasn't. Didn't she know by now, EVERYTHING is about timing?
Joker started the car, threw it in gear, and put the petal to the floor, leaving Gumby in his dust.
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Post by Lex Luthor on Apr 27, 2012 4:10:56 GMT -8
As Lex Luthor slowly rose from his seat, being escorted out of the restaurant with all the other patrons by Metropolis PD, he had only one thought:
"Lois Lane is going to have a field day with this."
Luthor had wanted to leave, quickly and quietly, before the authorities had arrived but the chaos inside had made that impossible. Multiple 911 calls had been made the moment Joker arrived. The police were too late to stop the bloodshed, but just in time to make Lex's headache worse.
The interviews with the detectives had already begun, no doubt to be followed shortly by the press. Luthor set his jaw, took a deep breath, and began answering their questions.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Apr 27, 2012 4:35:08 GMT -8
Harley had been working over the read-head's now unconscious body. She was pretty proud of herself considering she was able to knock the brod out with a single punch.
She was getting good at this!
She smiled as she fastened a black and red handkerchief she had handy around her mouth, knowing very well that her beloved Joker wasn't going to want to hear her mouth when she came to.
Leaning over her form, Harley patted her cheek gently, giggling. "You have yourself a NICE nighty night time!"
Shutting the door quickly she dusted off her hands and gave herself a pat on the back for a job well done. It was then when she heard the car's motor in action. "....huh??"
The car was leaving with out her!
Oh no!
She quickly ran after the car as it kicked into gear. "MISTAAAH JAAAY!!" she waved her hand frantically for him to slow down.
He probably was just too busy trying to avoid the green guy with the bow.
She didn't blame him. No. Not one bit!
She pushed herself harder and caught ahold of the back door, opening it to allow herself in. Just before she closed it, she waved to Green Arrow happily before sticking her tongue out and blew a raspberry at him. "LATAH Gatah!! See you in St. Louiiie!!!"
She slammed the door shut and crawled through the car to take her seat as her Clown Prince of Crime drove the getaway vehicle.
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