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

Wanna See A Magic Trick?

YES! -waves pencil in the air-	78.6%	[ 11 ]
O.O -runs away-	21.4%	[ 3 ]
Total Votes:			[ 14 ]

[The Lilac Pilgrim]

"And lots of intelligent people act like I do," he retorted, unfazed by her weak attempt at psychological manipulation. "And it's Dr Crane to you."

He maintained a superior air as he reclined, feeling safe in his little corner, less intimidated by the presence of the girl with the diamond tattoos (whom he was certain he had seen before, though maybe not in person) and more intrigued. Perhaps... she could be his new project. And judging by her clumsy grasp of the machinations of the mind, it wouldn't be too difficult.

((Excellent Joker, Oblivion II biggrin ))

[Mercurial Tears]

She rolled her eyes. "You think intelligence means anything here? And no, actually. It is Jonathan." Harley held out a hand. "Call me Harley, everyone does." She smiled slightly; if he didn't remember her signature remark, she would be suprised. Oh yes, she remembered him quite well. They were both phsychiatrists once, as she recalled.

[sovereignofsilence]

After getting out of the incredibly binding straight jacket Two face made his way towards the front of his cell. He stood in the cornor by the door, watching through a small window shadows approching. His lips pulled into a tighter more amused smile as he thought to himself. 'Fresh meat' His eyes continued as a group of gaurds escorted but one prisoner. He finally caught a glimpse of the man in question. “The Joker has finally returned to Arkham!” Two face howled. He thought that maniacle clown wouldn't have the slip ups to get caught again. But perhaps the batman had seen otherwise. “Whatcha in for clown? Too many tomatoes to the face?”

[Dark Lord Oblivion]

The guards kept leading down the painted man through the hall. It was a sight he was familiar with, as he had taken this road many times before. However, it was only recently The Joker had actually had been placed back into this particular cell division. Of course, it was a high security cell, which only made sense. He was a very valuable prisoner, and it shouldn't've taken them this long to return him to high security. It wasn't important. The madman wasn't about to argue. It wasn't worth it. These guys didn't have a sense of humor...or a single emotion in their body for that matter. Well, they had hate. Hate was good. Hate was all Joker needed.

A familiar yet darkened voice polluted the air, as the company passed a certain cell upon their right side. Where had the voice been heard before? It was so familiar, yet so distant. Wait...it wasn't even that distant. The Joker had heard this "dark side" before. It was a dark side he heard that had almost put a bullet in his brain at one point, wasn't it? Yeah, it was the dark side to the ex distrct attorney of Gotham wasn't it? Yeah, it was the guy Joker turned into an agent of chaos, wasn't it? Yeah!

A quick toss of Joker's eyes, revealed all of his suspicions. The creature within the cell that was antagonizing him, was none other than Harvey Dent. Well, it was half of Harvey Dent at least. The other half was...chaotic. "Harvey." he began in his darkend yet amused voice. "I knew a fellow agent wouldn't die so easily. I felt it, Harv." The guards didn't stop for a real conversation. They kept pushing him forward, onward to the end of the hall. He turned his head backward, staring at the fading facade. "It was good seein' ya Harv! Glad to know I made a lasting impact on someone! I'll say hi to Rachel if they decide to send me to the chair before you!" He started laughing within his vindictive laugh. His insane laugh was echoing, piercing the ears of all those besides him. Yes...he was a madman. He was Gotham's madman.

[sovereignofsilence]

His eyes slid closed and he shook his head as he laughed. Sure, the clown was funny. Almost sickeningly so. He opened his eyes once again, and instantly knew that he was good for something. That all of the sudden he had purpose. Or rather, would as soon as he had gotten himself and that maniac out of the assylm.

His plan sprung into action as he once again began to wail and moan hoping to catch the attention of one of the guards, which didn't take all that long. Two armed men came onto the scene. Too bad for them, the door opened toward Harvey.

“Walking down these halls never gets tiring.” He smirked as he calmly walked toward joker's famous cell.

“Ya' think they'd get better thugs for this place ay?”

He looked upon the man within the cell and simply laughed.

"Ya know you really are funny."

[Dark Lord Oblivion]

The guards continued their shoving of The Joker. They didn't want any further communication between the crazed "clown" and the former District Attorney. It didn't really matter what they wanted, though. The Joker did what HE wanted, not what others wanted. He tossed his head backwards once more, facing the following man. Apparently, Joker was going to have some company within his "special cell" today.

"Arrival already?" Joker asked, as they tossed him into that "special cell" he had. In truth, it wasn't much different from the others. The only huge difference...no cameras. They'd do what was necessary in there. It had the same dank walls, poisoned with that disgusting grey pigments. There wasn't any color. Couldn't they at least give him a little pain to spruce up the place? A little green, a little purple, a little red, and GOOD AS NEW! It wouldn't take much.

His fellow companion was tossed into the cell along with him, this time. This was a bit odd to the man. The police must be trying to do a twofer: Two criminal interrogations for the price of one. Joker was still cuffed, though Harvey seemed to have a bit more freedom. "Thugs? Harvey, these are Gotham's finest! They do their work with honor, just like their companions that I killed did. They do what they have to...too bad what they had to do was die." He started laughin again. Joker cracked himself up...somewhat. It was that sick sense of humor he had. He didn't really get a laugh out of everything he said, only things that were grotesque. "Thanks for the compliment, by the way. Not many people think I'm funny."

He looked up, once more, but not looking at the opposing side of the cell. Yes, Dent was right. There was already someone within the cell. What an annoyance. Couldn't they have a few moments of peace? It was always constant, in, out, sleep. In, out, sleep. There would be the occasional psychiatric examine. Those were fun. Joker enjoyed torturing the psychiatrists, and making them leave in straight jackets. It wasn't so much that he said crazy things, it was just that Joker thought differently. He didn't hurt them, he just confused them. He brought them to insanity. It was easy. He just...talked. He liked talking almost as much as he liked killing, and that was alot. "Don't ya get tired of all these interrogations? I'd swear, they ask the same questions each time. The only thing different is the officer, and the occasional attempt to trip up question. These guys are bigger clowns than I am."

[sovereignofsilence]

Two face arched an eyebrow. “A bigger clown then you? Please.” He turned his face away from the Joker to look toward the door. He wondered how long it would take for the word of the murdered officers to make it to the outside world.

“Say, did you really have to bring up that girl earlier.”

The screaming inside began once again. Only this time it seemed as though Harvey was fueled with rage and was determined to break free.

Two face slowly brought his hands up to his head and shook it violently.


((I'm going to bed talk to you later))

[Dark Lord Oblivion]

The Joker merely shrugged. There wasn't much he could say, or do at this point. He asked a question, and Joker really didn't have an answer. All he really had to do, was think about it. Joker never really "thinks" about what he does. He just kinda...acts. "I dunno." he simply stated. He shifted over, just editing his weight. "I don't have plans, Harv, I already told you that. I just twist the plans of others."

(*Wait, did Two-Face kill all the guards already? I'm a little confused, that's why I didn't really do anything in this post, and that's why it's so short.*)

[Digital_Drug]

(( My sig owns xD never gets old))

[The Lilac Pilgrim]

Dr Crane gave her a mocking smile, tight-lipped and scathing. "No, you'll call me Dr Crane."

Tentatively, he accepted her hand in a firm, familiar handshake that didn't last long. As soon as it was over, he coiled back into himself, his foot tapping the air that little bit faster. He suddenly experinced a flash of recognition, and smiled mock-favourably.

"Ah, of course," he murmured, his voice taunting. "Doctor Harleen Quinzel, isn't it? Or wasn't it? Of course I use the title 'doctor' rather loosely in your case, Miss Quinzel."

[Dark Lord Oblivion]

(*The gis is funny,but creepy*)

[Digital_Drug]

(( Thanks xD when i first saw the picture i almsot died of laughter ! ))

[Mercurial Tears]

"And I'm quite sure sitting here wallowing in your paranoia is much more professional." She replied, poking his arm. "Or are you going to retort that acting like a "child" can't exactly be justified either?" A brow was raised questioningly as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't quite see why you feel the need to call yourself a phsychiatrist any longer; does it make you feel special?"

[The Lilac Pilgrim]

He tensed as she poked him in the arm, rage bubbling up for a brief moment before it eased down to his normal state of caution and hatred. He wasn't going to talk to her anymore. He'd just look away, simple. That is, of course, until she asked about his profession. He turned to face her again, hands now clasped over his knee.

"I am a psychiatrist by trade, Miss Quinzel," he said in a rather professional tone. "I learned under some of the greatest minds in Gotham, and indeed the world. Psychiatry is what I have a degree in, and quite deservedly. Of course, I would expect such an... imprudent question from someone such as yourself." He gave her a quick, complacent smirk, head tilted to one side. "Someone who, er, got lucky when it came time to graduate."

[sovereignofsilence]

(( Yes, he did a long time ago before one of Joker's last posts. that's what threw me off. sweatdrop So I just worked off of what you had written))

The screaming intensified, and Two Face bent over in pain.
"Mm..yes, I gathered you'd say something like that."
He lifted his head, and brought his eyes onto the Joker. He wasn't sure how much help this diabolical clown would be, especially after last time they had gotten together. But he knew he needed to get out of Arkham, and eventually track down the bat. He would get his revenge. If anything for being placed in this dank wasteland that was his everyday life.