Gotham Knights (A Batman Roleplay - NEED A BATMAN!!)

Wanna See A Magic Trick?

YES! -waves pencil in the air-	78.6%	[ 11 ]
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[Digital_Drug]

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[Mercurial Tears]

She shrugged. "I think he's been moved to a high security ward (not like that's going to do much good) and he's been stuck in interrogations for a while now. So I'm not quite sure." Harley giggled behind a gloved hand. Silly boy and his riddles, she didn't quite see where the entertainment came from. "I'm sorry I can't really help. . ."

[The Lilac Pilgrim]

He hated this.

His blue eyes stared out at his sorry surroundings, his paranoia and anger more than apparent in his uncovered facial expression. Dr Jonathan Crane seethed quietly in his little corner, his left leg crossed over the right as he pondered his predicament. They had confiscated his mask, but hadn't counted on the aerosol hidden up his sleeve. Too bad it refused to deploy. As a result, all Dr Crane could do was sit in this godforsaken corner in this dingy old asylum, rocking slightly back and forth as he watched the other inmates, his back constantly literally against the wall for fear of what any of his former patients would do in his weakened state. Never mind the Joker; a mistreated patient with a bipolar disorder on a violent depression with one big grudge was someone to really look out for.

Oh yes, he hated this.

[Mercurial Tears]

Harley felt a sort of twinge in the pit of her stomach, a feeling that Joker knew she'd left. This was probably untrue, but still. . . She didn't want to think about what would happen if he had. "Well, I kinda have to go. . . Do crazy people stuff in Arkham, ya know? Good luck with your riddles~!" With a big smile she walked off, slipping back into her cell unnoticed (which is rather suprising considering she was a chick in a clown suit) and changed back into her Arkham uniform. Returning to the mess hall, her clean face framed by slightly wet blonde hair as she looked about for something to do. . . Her eyes settled on an inmate. Oh, she wasn't alone after all! She walked toward him and sat on her haunches near him. "Hi."

[The Lilac Pilgrim]

Dr Crane whipped his head round to look at the irritatingly bubbly sounding person who had decided upon sitting near him. It wasn't too uncommon to be randomly approached by other inmates but it never stopped being annoying. And slightly worrying. He glared at the blonde... thing, an uneasy snarl tainting his features.

"Is there something I can help you with?" he asked in an irate whisper, shifting so that he could feel his shoulder touching the wall. It was comforting to know that his back was protected at least.

[Mercurial Tears]

She giggled softly. "Am I that scary?" She asked, not really expecting an answer. Her head tilted to the side in a curious childlike manner, pink lips forming a slight pout. "I just wanted to say hello. . ." This was whispered to herself, Harley was going over the situation in her head so far, trying to figure out what she'd done wrong.

[The Lilac Pilgrim]

The psychiatrist continued to glare as the girl started to speak almost to herself, looking much like a four year old who had just been chastised for stepping in puddles. He smirked slightly, mockingly, at her use of the word "scary". What did she know about fear? Not nearly as much as he did, and not just his own, either.

"I am not afraid of children," he scoffed, folding his arms, thus pulling himself closer to the wall and into himself.

[sovereignofsilence]

“No, not again..” The man inside. Harvey dent once again fought to regain control over his fiend persona. He had been kept in a holding cell for the past six days howling and cursing his own name in vain. No one could here him, and even if that were not the case they sure would not care. After all. Who would bat an eye lash at poor old Harvey Dent, Gothams maddened ex district attorny.

He lay flat on his back with his eyes toward the celing. No movement came from him. Simply frantic wailing slipped from his lips. The inner struggle would not soften as long as revenge coursed through his veins. And thats what his blood coursed for. Sweet Revenge.

[Mercurial Tears]

Child? Harley? Well this was certainly interesting news for her. "You must be pretty old if you think me a child." She returned the smirk with a smile, of course. Brushing a few strands of hair from her face, one of the tattoos of three diamonds in a cluster was revealed on the underside of her wrist. A brand, so everyone would know who she was if they looked close enough. Rather, who she'd become.

[The Lilac Pilgrim]

"I'm not!" the doctor exclaimed, before attempting to regain his composure through breathing. Breathing exercises were so overlooked, but they worked occasionally. He directed a scowl towards the blonde, who seemed to be testing him, like a child tests it's boundaries with it's parents. "But you act like one. To me, a person who behaves like a child is a child. And I will treat them as such." He recrossed his legs, placing the right one over the left, the right foot beginning to tap the air in compulsion. "Now shoo. Surely you have better things to do around here?"

He watched for her reaction. Perhaps he'd get some entertainment in here yet.

[Mercurial Tears]

"Oh really? Well you act bitter, and annoyingly businessman-like. Lots of old people do that." She pointed out, her smile tweaking into a challenging smirk at the outburst. "You disappoint me, Jonathan." Harley had been saving that attack for later, but now seemed like a fun time to use it.

[sovereignofsilence]

The fight continued. Louder and louder the voices grew only to finally have one muffled out by the other. Eyes closed and breathing slowed. Soon Harvey fell into darkness. Lips pulled into a devious smirk, as Two faces body rose in zombie like formation, with his head rising lastly. “Harvey you simply have to realize that no matter what you do I run the show” He scoffed. Looking around at his surroundings he realized that perhaps this escape from Arkham might be a tad more difficult this time around. “Anyone wanna lend a help'in hand out there?” If anything, the soul whom came to his 'rescue' would provide some kind of entertainment. On the other hand this “call for help” Simply was a ruse due to the little helper which a switch blade he kept hidden on his person.

[Dark Lord Oblivion]

A creaking door decided to make its way open. The quite heavy object was the only thing, for the most part, keeping the sanity of the hallways from the "psychotic nature" of the inside. Rather slowly, three guards made their way into the dark, damp cell. They were armed with weapons, prepared to do damage if necessary. Then again, with this particular cellmate...would pain do anything? The Batman had beaten him, practically to a bloody pulp, inside the policeman interrogation center some time ago. It hadn't been that long ago, however. In truth, it didn't matter. This man was crazy because he had no method to his madness, and he was psychotic, because he did the actions that society commonly found monsterous with ease. Truly...truly, a lunatic.

The inmate slowly lifted his head from its resting position. He had just been sitting in the corner, keeping to himself. There wasn't much he could do...in this cell. He would just sit and rest...of course, maybe the guards were here to help him end his waiting. A few locks of his dirtied blond hair made its way into his face. It stood easily seen, compared to his pure white face. It was only due to makeup that this was, but it gave a horrifying look. His scars...those, beat red scars stood staring at them, even in the darkness. It was a menacing face that stared at them, a terrifying face, a psychotic face. It was the face, of a madman.

"Well...have the big bad police come to take me away, now?" There was no response from the guards. They merely walked over to the seated madman, and hoisted him up by the arms, and slammed cuffs upon his wrists. "Why so rough? Angry much?" he questioned, mockingly. Of course they were angry. The Joker had killed cops. How many was the total, now? It didn't really matter. He didn't keep track. Lives were just lives, and tallying them meant they held value. Lives didn't have values. The city seemed to be more concerned with names and categories than numbers and lives. "Let's get going, boys! It's time for more fun!"

The cops seemed a little more confused. What was he talking about? He must truly be insane to be talking about "fun" in an asylum. The guards proceeded to walk out with him, and begin the long haul to the end of the hallway and beyond, back to an interrogation room. "You know...I'll have to tell you about my scars, sometime. The story's really quite interesting." They seemed to give him a fierce shove. The police weren't interested. "Ooooh, we're VERY angry today. Why's that? I don't think I've killed any cops lately." he could sense the guards' anger. Oh yes, this would be fun.

(*I hope you all like my Joker.*)