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Post by Green Arrow on Apr 29, 2012 23:34:28 GMT -8
"What? Not an MTM fan. Heh...always took you for a Rhoda fan."
Green Arrow kept his arrow pulled back and aimed, ready to fire at a moment's notice. All he needed was an excuse, and considering how the Joker's victim list was somewhere in the triple digits, he was almost begging for an excuse.
However, the sad thing about GA's focus on target and accuracy was that he never missed a thing, for the better, and for the worse. In a typical day, this was nothing. It was a basic standoff between the Emerald Archer and the Clown Prince of Crime. A split second longer, and he would have laughing boy holding his bloody ankle, begging to not have a leath clad fist punching his face in.
Suddenly, something caught his eye.
He could have sworn it was thrown by the red-headed hostage, but he saw what seemed to be a silver earring hurled his way. Out of reflex, he let loose the arrow at the wrong time, hitting the street pavement right next to Joker's foot as he caught the earring, looking back at Joker, just in time for him to pull out a gun.
"Oh. Crap."
Bullets whizzed through the air as GA dove behind a nearby delievery truck, getting some cover to avoid getting anymore holes driven through his body, listening to the Joker speak down to him.
"My style? Dude, you were once 'The Red Hood'. Tuxedo. Cape. Fishbowl. At what point did you look in the mirror and say "Sooooo badass"?"
The Joker, gimmicks aside, was brilliant. His 'jokes' were the perfect diversion when facing an opponent, keeping them distracted as he willingly went for the kill. Perhaps that's why Batman will always be known as the Joker's greatest nemesis. Cold. Silent. Closed off from the world. The Joker was never verbally able to get through to him, and that must have driven him nuts. However, GA? GA was different. GA liked to talk back. It was quite interesting to see how that could work?
That, however, was a hypothesis for another day.
Joker's getaway car screeched as he, Harley Quinn, and the ginger was reved up and taking off. Gritting his teeth, GA took out another arrow, pulled back his bow, and fired, nailing the getaway car's bumper, but as it turned the corner, there was really nothing more he could do.
"Damn."
GA hated it when the baddie got away. He especially hated it when they got away with a hostage. He has no idea who she was, but he had to do something. Looking down at the earring in his hand, his eyes squinted as he couldn't help but think that it meant something.
What that something was, however, was a whole different ballgame.
This was going to be a long night...
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Post by Joker on Apr 30, 2012 3:59:46 GMT -8
Racing through the streets of Metropolis, weaving in and out of traffic, the Joker was fuming. He spat profanities at Harley Quinn, cursed Lex Luthor, and only wanted to kill the man who'd tried upstaging him. Had he succeeded? The thought made the clown crazy.
It took only a moment for Joker to realize he was driving aimlessly. This wasn't a part of the plan. He was flying by the seat of his pants, and it was stressing him out. He reflexively reached for the glovebox and fished out a bottle of pills, tossing a handful into his mouth and swallowing them dry. Deciding that immediately wasn't quite fast enough for them to work and needing to blow off steam, he swung the car into the nearest parking lot and turned off the car. Looking around, he saw a convenient store across the street. He climbed out of the SUV, marched across the street with his gun still in hand, and kicked the door open.
The teenage boy behind the counter didn't even have time to register the fear on his face before the Joker fired a bullet into his chest. The boy dropped instantly, knocking over the cartons of cigarettes he was stocking. Joker smirked... He felt a little bit better.
He made his way over to the teen's lifeless body, kneeled beside it, and fired once more, just for fun. Blood splattered onto the clown's face and his smile grew. He plucked a pack of cigarettes up from the floor and slipped them into his pocket.
Wondering if there were anymore opportunities for a good time lingering in the store, Joker walked the aisles and found no one. Slightly saddened, he settled for a fifth of vodka and made his way back toward the front of the store. Just as he was about to reach for the door, and old woman shuffled in, barely able to see past her own nose.
"Excuse me... Could you tell me wher--" *BLAM*
The Joker laughed.
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Post by Oracle on Apr 30, 2012 5:29:12 GMT -8
From the back of the car Barbara slipped in and out of consciousness. She could remember hearing Green Arrow's voice vaguely before Harley decked her. By the time she regained any type of sensibility she was still feeling the sudden impact. She also now had a headache to go right along with the ache in her jaw.
Arugh.
As the car was moving she could feel herself swaying to and fro. It seemed that the driver was driving rather erratically.
From within the back of the SUV she felt her head slam against the siding. She winced hard, trying to shield her head with her hands. However.. she found that she couldn't. Apparently her hands had been tied behind her back.
She grumbled mentally and forced herself to open one eye. Everything was dark. But after a few moments, she could hear heavy breathing, rapid fire insults, and Harley's voice.
Oh... that's right...
It was all starting to come back to her now.
She had been kidnapped by Harley Quinn and the Joker.
Through all the twists and turns, the car stopped rather violently.
Had they arrived at their location? Was this is it--?
There was no sound for a long few moments before she suddenly hear the wail of a tell-tale sound.
-BANG! Bang!!-
Two quick shots could be heard from her location. A gun.
'Oh my God... those poor souls...' she thought. Knowing incredibly well what must have happened.
This was really going to suck. Stuck as Joker's and Quinn's prisoner could really only lead to one real alternative.
She closed her eyes trying to keep calm, though it was starting to get a bit hard, considering she had no idea what was really going on.
At this point the only thing she could do was hope that Green Arrow managed to find her missing earring.
Maybe.. once she could determine that she was alone, should could attempt to activate it and send a message through. Though, she knew sending and receiving was impossible with her earring set. That's not how they were designed to work. It had to be reprogrammed.
....but maybe Green Arrow didn't know that.
Her throat suddenly went dry at the thought.
Maybe this really was going to be the last night of her life...
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Post by Harley Quinn on Apr 30, 2012 5:38:32 GMT -8
As Harley sat with her hands together in her lap, her head was held low. Joker wasn't happy. And she knew it was partially due to her poor timing back at the restaurant. As the car swerved into oncoming traffic on the highway, Harley held onto the arm rest, trying to hide the fact that she was rather alarmed at Joker's driving.
He was driving a bit more wild than normal.
He was angry. And she could tell. Despite him having a perma-grin on his face. It was more like.. an angry-grin.
"I'm SORRY, Puddin'!!" she apologized. "i had to make sure she was all tied up so when she came to she didn't pose any threats! I didn't want her ruinin' our parade!"
As she watched him explode his anger out on her, she just sat there, watching him. Allowing most of his words to get muddled in absent minded thought.
Before she had known it Joker had pulled into a near-empty parkinglot and got out of the car. ".....we makin' a pit stop...?"
She hopped out of the car to follow him, but stopped the moment she saw him stamping away.
Maybe this.. was something he needed to do on his own. She didn't want to push the luck. he was already pretty upset.
She took the time to stretch her legs and then her arms. She knew it was most likely going to be a ride back to wherever their hide-out location was. She couldn't exactly remember where they had agreed to set up shop.
Meh.
At least he would remember!
That was when she heard the shots and turned her head to the location she heard them from. She frowned a moment, suddenly thinking. "Oh! I hope Puddin' brings back some beef jerky...!"
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Post by Green Arrow on May 10, 2012 0:07:19 GMT -8
*DING!*
The secret elevator to the Metropolis penthouse apartment bell dinged as the doors opened, allowing a less then happy Green Arrow to step inside. With one hand, he pulled off his quiver and dumped it carelessly on the nearest chair as he immediatly stepped over to his private bar, craving the appletini he barely got to get any sips out of back at the restraunt.
Green Arrow hated to lose.
He REALLY hated to lose.
The idea that a sweet, innocent woman is now in the clutches of one of the craziest bastards this side of the funny farm sent panic through every inch of his body, but what was he supposed to do? He didn't have any tracking devices. He didn't have super speed to catch up to the car. No x-ray vision. No cyber-hacking tech...
Hmmmm...cyber hacking tech.
For the last few years, the hero community had their own 'eyes in the sky' in the form of Oracle, the mysterious voice for the hero community that seemed to make the impossible possible. No one know exactly who this person was...at least no one Oliver knew. For all he knew, Oracle could be anyone from Bruce Wayne to Maxwell Lord to Lex Luthor. Whoever he was, he was good with computers, and had the tech to match.
Finishing his drink with an exasperated sigh, Green Arrow looked down at his hand and at the earring that was staring back at him. It was the only lead he had, but a lead nonetheless. GA pressed his finger to his ear, activating his communicator to Oracle.
"Arrow to Oracle, come in. I need your help on something. There was a kidnapping in Metropolis earlier tonight. Young woman. Red hair. About...5'5", maybe. Arm candy for Lex Luthor. Kidnapped by the Joker and Harley Quinn. Im assuming its a ransom attempt. No grand joke. No pie in the face. Seems to slightly different then his usual flash in the pan scheme. I chased him outside the restraunt. He seemed almost a little desperate."
There was no reply on the other end.
"Oracle, this is Arrow. Do you copy?"
There was still no reply, but after a moment, a robotic voice answered.
YOU ARE BEING RE-DIRECTED TO A REMOTE VOICE RECORDING SYSTEM. PLEASE LEAVE ANY, AND ALL, MESSAGES AFTER THE BEEP.
*BEEP!*
Green Arrow raised an eyebrow and disconnected. This was the first time Oracle hadn't replied to his contact. Something certainly wasn't adding up...
He could only stare down at the earring,feeling the one way he's spent his entire career trying to avoid...
...powerless.
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Post by Joker on May 11, 2012 11:25:57 GMT -8
The Joker began to stroll back to his van, taking a satisfied drag on his cigarette. He took a pull from the bottle of vodka and grinned. The high he felt was nothing the tobacco or alcohol or pills could ever provide; the thrill of the kill is what snapped him out of his funk. Still, he knew what he'd just done was only akin to a finger painting; he was ready to create a work of art.
As he approached the van, Joker flicked his cigarette away, put the cap on his bottle and slipped behind the wheel. Looking over at Harley, sitting and waiting, he chuckled. He'd wanted to choke the life out of her only moments before, and now he almost felt an inkling of affection for his little harlequin.
Joker tossed the bottle in her lap and leaned over and gave her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Pulling back, he grinned and looked back in the direction of their passenger.
"Harley, we've have a rough night. It's time to have some fun."
Moments later, the Clown Prince was stepping over more bodies, walking down an aisle of a hardware store, selecting the tools that would be necessary for his latest masterpiece.
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Post by Harley Quinn on May 11, 2012 12:41:37 GMT -8
Watching the world through the guise of an upside-down person was always something that Harley loved. Especially when people were in a less than happy mood. Usually it turned anyone's frown into an automatic smile. Always a quick fix that seemed to work!
When she saw Joker heading toward her, she raised an eyebrow.
He was frowning!
Oy. Why wasn't anything she doing right?! All she wanted was to see him happy!
Walking on her hands, she stopped. Was he ready to leave? Did he bring her beef jerky!??
Bending at her elbows, she arched her body, flying back into the air and landing gracefully on her feet.
She she looked back to Joker again-- The frown had disappeared! A smile!
Figures.
Living in the world of the right-side-up was going to be the happier of the evening.
Bouncing into the car, she sat down and immediately strapped herself in.
She KNEW how her Puddin' operated. That car was going to be flying down the street in moments, no doubt.
She squeaked the moment she received a kiss from him and melted in her seat. An adventure together!?
A grand smile spread over her lips as she sat back as the car went into motion.
With her large mallet in hand, Harley followed after her Clown Prince, cartwheeling over the fallen bodies and puddles of crimson that lay splashed upon the floor. "Ya need me to get you anythin' special, Puddin'?? Maybe I can get some chains cut? Or.... barbed wire.... or.... PLYERS!"
She had no idea what he had planned or what he needed.
She squealed, seeing the key stand in front of her and ran over to it, her eyes momentarily in a state of dazzle. "OoOOoOoo.... PRETTY....!!!!"
With a quick swing, the rack of keys went flying. Raining down shiny pieces of metal.
Almost like a glittering shower of diamonds.
Almost.
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Post by Oracle on May 11, 2012 13:31:00 GMT -8
Barbara had forced herself in one of the far corners in the back of the SUV. there had been a small nail... or a screw there that she had found that was jutting from one of the trunk's latches. Maybe... just maybe she could use it to get a little bit leverage to slip off the bindings from her wrists.
The moment she heard footsteps, she slumped her body over and flopped herself to look like she was still pretty much out of it.
The last thing she wanted was to piss off her captors. One wrong slip and she could be paying with a bullet to the skull.
She opened one eye to try and look through the cracks of the seats to see what Quinn and Joker were doing.
Apparently.. they were going for a ride--
-Blip!!-
Barbara furrowed her brow, hearing the all too familiar beep of an incoming com call.
If there was one thing she was truly handy with, and that was her techno gadgets. No matter where she was, she always had some kind of transceiver hooked up to her main frame. Even if she was in a helpless state-- Much like the one she was in currently-- she would at least be in the know.
SOMEone was trying to get ahold of her...
Overhearing Joker, her heart began to race.
FUN.
FUN!??!
What did he mean by that??
Was she involved?
Where were they going?
Barbara's body slid to the other side of the cab as the vehicle made a violent right hand turn.
She silenced a grunt as her head, once again, hit the hard plastic of the interior.
Once the car stopped and the two doors shut, exhaled, gulping down air like no tomorrow. She was half expecting to get pulled out of the SUV and dropped onto the cold Metropolis ground.
But....
Nothing came.
She forced herself up just a bit to get a grounds on their location.
She could make out the twinkling of a half-lit sign
"Hardware... Store....?" she breathed silently to herself.
Her face went paler as she sunk back down and once again went to wiggling herself back over to the screw she was using to try and loosen the knots behind her. Maybe if she could at least get a hand free she could try to get out a distress signal to the last agent that patched through her line.
WHY do these knots have to be so tight--!?
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Post by Green Arrow on May 16, 2012 1:42:57 GMT -8
"CALLING ALL CARS! CALLING ALL CARS!"
Shirtless and sans a mask, Oliver raised an eyebrow and looked back at the relatively out of place police scanner sitting on top of his ten-grand glass coffee table. Without hesitation, he picked it up, hoping that it would be the call he was counting on.
"EMERGENCY SITUATION DOWN AT METROPOLIS HARDWARE! MASS CASUALTIES REPORTED! REPEAT: MASS CASUALTIES REPORTED! EYE WITNESSES STATE THAT IT HAS BEEN TAKEN OVER BY AN INDIVIDUAL DESCRIBED TO BE THE JOKER! REPEAT: THE JOKER HAS REPORTEDLY HIJACKED METROPOLIS HARDWARE!"
"Alright, Chuckles. Round two."
A scowl that he only saved for rare occasions came across Oliver as he picked up his previously discarded shirt and quiver. In moments, he was once again suited up, loaded to the brim with arrows, but this time, he wanted to be ready for anything. The Joker was unpredicatable, so the best chance of fighting him was to be just as unpredictable. If he could keep the Clown guessing, he may be able to throw him off his aim...
A blade.
Sitting on Oliver's mantle, just above his fireplace, sat a samurai sword, a gift from his friend and former sparring partner, Katanna. They worked a case together a few years back to take down one of his old rivals, Brick. In gratitude, she presented him with a green shieved katanna blade of his own. He never needed to bring it into battle, but tonight, all bets were off. Into his quiver it went.
Pressing a loose brick on the fireplace pulled it back, revealing a hidden wall compartment that, on the otherside, housed all his bows and arrows, as well as standing as the workshop to built all his trick arrows. Some items back there haven't been used in years, but still, you never know. Oliver took his time to stock up, questioning every item, and why he would need it.
Boxing glove arrow? Just for the 'punch line' gag. Gotta have it.
Gas mask? A must. The last thing he needs is to be taken out by some laughing gas. "Going out with a smile on their face." Please. Why not just throw a pie at them while you're at it?
The longbow? Well, he hasn't used it in years. It was too much of a risk. Too big. Too clunky. Slows him down a little and for Joker, he had to stay on his feet. Not this time...
Handcuff arrow? Well, knowing the Joker, his little mouthy sidekick was still right there by his side. He would need to take her out of the fight almost immediatly. Bring it.
This gadgets and tools are all useful, but he needed something more. Something that Joker would never see coming. Something that would knock Joker off his ass and keep him there.
That's when he saw it.
"Well I'll be damned..."
A smirk came across Oliver's face as he reached up and took one specific item into his hand. It was a one of a kind weapon given to him by the most unlikely of people. It was to be used in an emergency, but in this case, it only seemed right. This was not only the one weapons Joker would never be ready for, but no one in their right mind would ever see if coming.
Oliver put it in his quiver, right next to his katanna, as he lowered his hood and stepped inside his freight elevator, leading down to his secret entrance way, and onto his motorcycle. This time, he was ready for the Joker, and this time, he knew there would be a hell of a fight.
The motor came to a stop two buildings away from the hardware store. With a single zipline arrow, GA was immediatly onto the rooftop of the store, using an air conditioning vent to sneak himself inside. Cops surrounded the area, so with any luck, Joker wouldn't be able to get back out, allowing him a chance to get the drop on him.
And with even more luck, the young woman he took as a hostage was still alive.
She had to be.
Green Arrow needed to keep hope alive for both their sakes.
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Post by Harley Quinn on May 16, 2012 2:23:42 GMT -8
The sound of screaming people was starting to die down now. A majority of them had been cut off mid-scream.
Only guy she passed had the most obnoxious, girly scream ever. Harley actually found herself quite amused. "Wow... maybe it's best that no one hears THAT ever again, don't you think??"
The dark haired man's look for fear was plastered on his face just before Harley's rather large mallet made contact with his head.
It didn't explode like she wanted. But by the sound of the THUNK of the mallet on his skull and FLOP of his crumbled body in front of her, she giggled. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure I did you a favor there, buddy boy!" she said stepping over body.
Hopping up on a rather large display of paper towels, Harley hung upside down, watching the chaos that was was the tattered store that lay in front of her.
"Should I get a shoppin' cart, Mistah Jay?!?" she called out, curiously.
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Post by Joker on May 22, 2012 15:59:57 GMT -8
While Harley Quinn was playing Whack-a-Mole with a few people's heads, the Joker was exploring the store. He was not only looking for the tools he would need, but for escape routes. He wanted to be able to make a quick exit, if need be.
Telling Harley to bring a cart, he started filling it with what he needed: skill saw and blades, pliers, power drill, nails, hammer, axe, blowtorch, welding goggles, extension cord, rope, lead pipe, and rubber tubing.
Making his way up to the checkout, he was pleased to see there was no line but was frustrated to see there was no clerk. Reaching over the counter, he grabbed the telephone connected to the PA system.
"Customer assistance to aisle four... customer assistance to aisle four!"
Looking around the store, waiting, the Joker tapped his foot impatiently and told Harley to gather his things while he lit another cigarette.
As he made his way toward the exit, satisfied with his haul, the clown stopped dead in his tracks when he looked through the glass door.
"...You've got to be kidding."
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Post by Oracle on Jun 4, 2012 21:45:32 GMT -8
From the inside of the SUV Barbara was grumbling to herself in a silent rage. She had been struggling with her bindings for quite some time, but the only thing she was doing was rubbing her wrists so raw that she felt the trickling of blood start to ooze down her palms.
She slammed her wrist into the side of her captor's vehicle in a desperate attempt to loosen the ropes.
For now.. the gunshots had died down.. the screaming people had stopped screaming and the random footsteps of panicked people had all but vanished. She had tried to get attention by wiggling and slamming her shoulder onto the glass but... she couldn't get enough strength to make much of an impact.
If... she could ONLY get her hands free... Maybe-- MAYBE she'd have a chance.
Breathing hard, she growled. It really seemed to be no use.... The way she was tied up... and no use of her legs really didn't help matters much...
At least she managed to work the gag Harley had tied around her mouth. She could at least now speak...
Too bad she didn't have the ability sooner...
Well at least now she could figure out the last message that went through without any worry of being overheard or... anything of the sort. "Identify last incoming transmission." she whispered.
She waited, listening to the response her computer had for her.
{Call identified. Green Arrow.}
She bit her lip as she continued to try ad work her hands free.
Well that was good to know... So it seemed that Arrow was calling her to help with the kidnapping? Yeah.. it had to be. After all.. she DID see him back at the restaurant.
A small sigh of relief came to her. At least he was on her case.
At least she presumed that he would be. What ELSE could he be calling her about? There was no message left.... And even if he said anything prior, there was nothing recorded that she could use to confirm this.
The truth of the matter remained... she needed help. And she was pretty sure that things weren't going to end well. She had to take a chance. "Patch through with direct contact to Arrow's com-link." she spoke quietly, waiting a few moments before she spoke again. "Arrow... this is Oracle... there is a Alpha One priority that I need your assistance with. I'm quite sure you're aware of a particular kidnapping case...."
She peeked over the driver's side window and located the address of the hardware store. "1635 E. Pine St is last known location of the black SUV that the Joker was driving. It is essential that you get over there as SOON as you can that woman that was taken is--ekk--"
Barbara's eyes went wide the moment she saw the fluorescent glow of the parking lights flood open the back door, she fell silent.
Oh. Shit.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Jun 4, 2012 22:01:59 GMT -8
Harley continued to push the shopping cart around, pulling off random essential tools that Joker had instructed her to get.
BOY! Shoppin' with Mistah J was great fun! Things were certainly turning out to be an interesting night.
After the mini shopping spree, Harley made sure to wheel the cart full of supplies to one of the back rooms. She called out to Joker as she started away. "I'll get things set up, Puddin'!!" she giggled.
And before long, she arranged the back room enough to have fashioned a nice holding area. She was sure Joker would appreciate what she had done.
Even though she had NO idea what his real plans were... she played along like she did.
Skipping along, she made her way to the back door and looked peeked around the corner of the outside of the store before tiptoeing her way to the parkinglot.
Opening the SUV's back door wide open she was surprised to see the woman had worked off her gag she had put on her. "...wonder how that came off... Were ya tryin' to scream for help?"
She reached over to fix the gag around Barbara's mouth. "Didn't do no good now did it?"
She reached in and pulled out her body and threw her over her shoulder as she made her way back inside, trying to keep her balance from the bit of struggling that was going on. "Well... you'll be happeh to know-- we're ready to maim you now!"
She snickered, heading into the back door.
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Post by Green Arrow on Jun 4, 2012 23:58:02 GMT -8
With only the slightest views of the store below, via the air vents, Green Arrow continues to create along the air shaft, taking his time and being as quiet as possible to avoid any attention. With any luck, the shaft leads to the backroom, or perhaps the loading dock of the store. Wherever it is, GA needing room to move. To think. To plot.
However, the Emerald Archer forces himself to an immediate stop and peered through the thinly cut vents, seeing the one thing he was looking for.
Harley Quinn pranced into the hardware store as over her shoulder was the girl. Red hair. Elegent dress. Trussed up and gagged. She was helpless, but she was alive. Considering that it was the Joker they were dealing with, it was one of life's small miracles.
And yet, at the same time, in a sick sorta way, the fact that she was still alive and in the Joker's possession was a negative as well. Queen, frankly, didn't mind charging in there, arrows firing, hoping to take down Joker quick and hard. That way, it was only his own stubborn ass that was on the line. With the red head still in the area, she was a target and a liability. A liability that gave Joker the upper hand.
Until she was safe, he had to be careful.
Creeping by through the shaft, Oliver eventually made his way into the break room of the hardware store, creeping down through one of the vent and onto the floor. Once he touched down, he reached into his quiver and pulled out his trusty bow, unfolding it into its standard size and shape, ready for use. Considering what he was up against, he would most surely need it.
Creeping around the corner, Green Arrow's haunting white eyes hidden behind his domino mask peered towards Joker and Harley, spotting the shopping cart filed with tools, each one sharper and more violent then the last. It didn't take a genius to spot Joker, the red head, and the tools to put two and two together and know what was to come. Hell, the once breathing bodies surrounding the floors of the store spoke more then mere words could.
Almost out of habit, Green Arrow reached into his quiver, taking out a single arrow and lined it up with his bow, ready at a moments notice to fire if need be.
Oliver's face was serious, but his mannerisms spoke his obvious mindset.
Alright, clownshoes. Your move.
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Post by Joker on Jun 11, 2012 3:43:08 GMT -8
Watching the Harley carry their hostage into the store was almost painful. Seeing her wobble back and forth, nearly dropping his canvas at least once, made the Joker very agitated. He walked away from the scene to the back room where he had his tools laid out, ready to work.
The Joker had his back to the door but he didn't have to be looking to know Harley was entering the room. Her huffing could be heard down the hall (being the constant drama queen she was) and she ran into the doorframe on her way in. The Joker shut his eyes and set his jaw, exhaling a deep breath, trying not to loose his patience. He was supposed to be having a good time, after all.
Once Barbara Gordon was laying in front of Joker, the memory of her laying on her own apartment floor, soaked in blood, came back to him. He remembered having taken photos then for the commissioner and thought that might be nice to do this time around. He hadn't been able to plan for it ahead of time, but Joker was sure that one of the corpses in the store had an iPhone they wouldn't be needing anymore. He sent Harley to go fetch one. He put his welding goggles on, perching them on his forehead until he was ready to begin, and put on some work gloves.
Once Harley had returned, Joker took the phone from her and set it on a nearby table. He had set it to take video, and hammed it up appropriately in front of the lens before becoming all business. He turned to his intended victim and smiled.
"I only did half the job last time. Allow me to finish what I started... but not until I have a bit of fun."
The Clown Prince slinked over, power drill in hand, revving it as he walked, letting out a low, sadistic laugh.
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