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[killingxjoker-blog]

Gotham’s Howling {open para} - 01/05/16

The Joker paced back and fourth in an abandoned warehouse. A loud cackle left his lips as he swung his head back, dancing between his two feet as he watched the city of Gotham turn into a war zone. “Oh goody, stupid Gotham is finally chaotic. Maybe Batsy will finally show his face again. Oh what a splendid night!” he screamed, laughing manically as he twirled around. He had a plan, and a good one at that. He was finally going to let everyone loose at Arkham, and Gotham was too busy dealing with everyone else.  As the Joker walked over to his table, he heard footsteps and instantly turned around, picking up his bat and grinning. “Did someone come for a visit?” he called out, laughing loudly as he looked over angrily.

[thedcrk-knight]

Take The Night ↠ Bruce/Thea ↠ 01/04/16.

Loosely based on: Violence usually doesn’t end with just that. It’s a domino effect. One bad act leads to another and the chain doesn’t stop until someone breaks it. Be that breaker. Villains from all over have decided now is the time to go on a crime spree. The other heroes are dealing with the bombings, so it’s your job to hold down the fort while they’re away. You can do it, we believe in you.

Bruce hated Metropolis. Oh, he knew the city well-enough, but... it was so fake. They gave the impression of a wholesome city, a blossoming city with low crime rate and the streets didn’t stink of grime. Little did people know that it wasn’t so wholesome, that crime happened it just wasn’t reported and the streets did stink -- but only those outside of certain neighborhoods. It was all an image, like his Playboy Wayne image. It was fraud. And, that made the city all the more dangerous. At least Gotham didn’t try and pretend it was something it wasn’t. He respected the city for that reason alone.

However, he went where help was needed. These days, anyway. In the past, he’d stuck to Gotham and let the rest of the world rot for all he cared. But, now? Bigger things were happening, more dangerous threats were popping up out of the blue and he felt he needed to take a stand for the rest of the world as well. Which was what brought him here. On top of a building in Metropolis, watching a parked van being unloaded behind a National Bank. 

It was so unorganized and... he shouldn’t have to take care of such problems. But, with the cops busy (and this being the perfect time for such unorganized crime to occur), he stepped to the plate. What e hadn’t expected was Alfred speaking into his ear piece and informing him of another heat signature atop the bank building. Suddenly stepping to the ledge, he leaped down and glided to the said roof and looked around, quickly spotting the young woman. With a get-up like hers, he immediately recognized: Arrow Gang.

“I do hope your costume is at least bulletproof,” he offered, remembering from what little encounters he had with the Green Arrow, that the man could take a bullet like a champ. All because he didn’t have the proper arm armor.

@theaxspeedy​

[thedcrk-knight]

Resurrected Mistakes ↠ Bruce/Arthur ↠ 01/01/2016.

Loosely based on: Investigation is in a heroes blood. Villains are famous for their mistakes, so there’s no doubt these bombings weren’t initiated with perfection. A clue or two has to be laying around at one of the sites. Why not go check it out? It’s worth a shot, and maybe people will rest easier with this maniac behind bars.

The Justice League was in no way ready for calls. They were still in the beginning stages of forming a heroic group, and needless to say... a lot of their heroes were new to the game. As in they’d never fought a day in their life. Training was essential and while Aquaman didn’t need training in fighting skills, he did lack in a few other areas. Team-work, for example. Bruce wasn’t the best with team-work, but he’d trained Dick and the boy was excellent to rely on for team-activities. He had to have done something right.

For bombing sites, he chose the Superman Memorial Statue. It had the least deaths, a median amount of injured, and... admittedly, a place to be poked at on Bruce’s soft side. He was surprised to see that not the entire statue was in rubble. Half of it was gone, but a good part of his body was in tact and his face. What was keeping the damn thing up on leg was a mystery, but he chose not to question it. 

For now, they were lurking in an alley outside of the taped off area. “Here’s what we’re going to do,” he spoke to the man as he turned around to meet his eyes. “I have these --” he pulled out a few pipes from his belt, “ -- they contain a gas that will put someone to sleep for two hours. We’re going to use them on the police officers doing rounds, there’s four total. They take intervals of two hours, and two officers go out at once. In roughly a minute the two are going to be heading this way. I’ll take them, that gives you about five minutes to get across the grounds and into the security office to set the gas off on the other two. We have one chance at this. If they hit that button in the office, the police will be notified and we won’t be able to investigate. Do you have your transceiver on?”

@viicrowned