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 ]
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[Mercurial Tears]

((Heyy there. ^^))

Upon seeing Two-Face's companion fully, a perfect smile spread acrossed her face. With a slight nod, she ripped the keys off one of the officer's belt loops and shoved it into the lock, typing in the ID code she'd memorized off one of the doctor's tag. Once the cell was opened, Harley ran up to Joker and gave him a very quick hug while handing him a card with the passcode if needed. She then ran off to get her weapons from where she knew they were being held. . . Along with lots and lots of explosives.~

[Dark Lord Oblivion]

Joker gave a quick smirk as the door flew open. The cell was empty, now, giving him a way out. Gotham would soon be his for the taking. Before he could really get anything out, however, Harley has rushed up, and embraced him with a hug. He didn't really hug her back, as this type of affection wasn't really "comforting" for him. He wasn't big on hugs and love. He just knew one thing: chaos.

SHe ran off, leaving him with the keys, the card, and the passcode. Pretty much, Harley gave Jooker everything he needed to get a good escape, and let loose all of Arkham. That was nice of her. That meant that not only was Joker getting a city, but he'd be able to let loose all of his psychotic companions along with him, starting with...

He gradually approached the cell before him, containing the fair Doctor. He crouched down, getting to eye level with the man. He could see it. The insane "clown" could see the derranged life of the doctor right before him. His life was filled with fear and paranoia. Yet, it was those two very things that he used to his advantage. Unfortunately, Joker didn't really even think about fear. Joker wasn't afraid of anything. In fact, he would barely think enough to even think to be afraid.

"You look a little down in the dumps doc. Here, this might help ya out a little." He stood back up, keeping his posture once more. A quick turn of the key, slide of the card, and typing of the pass code, unlocked the cell containing the man. The door uncleanched, unleashing its locks, and freeing the being inside. He took a grasp of the door, and slid it open to the outside, giving him a perfect view of the doctor. "Your expertise is making people afraid, and throwing their lives into mayhem...I like that."

[The Lilac Pilgrim]

Dr Crane looked up at The Joker, his heart racing, but not through fear. The clown prince of crime was certainly one of the most interesting people he knew of. This could be a great opportunity to learn something about his psychological machinations. He forced a neutral expression onto his face, his sharp blue eyes looking directly into the Joker’s.

“Oh?” he responded calmly, calculating the maniac’s next move, watching him carefully with keen eyes. “And I suppose you’ll be wanting some kind of reward for your attempt at flattery?”

Perhaps the Joker was looking for a partner; expendable of course. Dr Crane was much too intelligent for that, but to tag along could be interesting to say the very least. Knowing the chalk-faced killer , there would be plenty of people to make into guinea pigs… But first he’d figure out what he wanted with him, other than to cause complete and utter chaos in Gotham.

[iSEPHORA]

The cab Ivy was in finally stopped at the asylum. "There you go ma'am", said the cab driver as he opened the door for her. She smiled and nodded at the driver as she began to walk away. The asylum was someplace that she had been before and never wanted to go again. Entering the asylum she could here the screams of the prisoners and just ignored it. "Hi, I'm Pamela Isiely one of the scientists." She said showing the clerk the lab coat. Luckly for her this clerk was new and didn't know that Ivy didn't have a badge. She began to walk down the hallway looking for the right patient. She stopped at a door and a wide grin came onto her face.

[Dark Lord Oblivion]

"What I want," Joker moved downward again, getting at eye level with the doctor. He wanted this all to be very clear. "is for you to do what you do best...terrorize. It's not the same as chaos, but it leads to it." He stood up again. "I'm sure Harley's off to get some equipement. If she's kind, maybe she'll bring you back your mask."

He shifted outward, retreating from the confines of Crane's cell. His painted face fell once again upon the half faced man. What were they to do now? There had to be plenty of other insane victims within Arkham, but who to let go? Nobody truly came to mind to free. Then again, Joker wasn't completely familiar with everyone. He spent most of his time, after all, in the outside world. "Come on Harv. We better let some of these crazies out. We don't want the Bat to have it easy, after all."

[Mercurial Tears]

Harley hummed as she stuck explosives in places she knew would disorient the staff just enough for most all of them a hasty escape. She stopped when reaching where Dr. Crane was sitting in his cell. She waved his mask and a suitcase full of his aerosol cans in front of them before setting the items in his lap. "Have fun~" She said with a smile before running off to release more prisoners and plant more explosives. Finally catching up with Joker, Harely handed him his precious knives and Two-Face's gun (twin pistols in her pockets) before running off again to finish her "job".

[The Lilac Pilgrim]

Dr Crane remained neutral until the irritating jester returned with his mask and aerosols. When they were placed into his lap, a slow grin came across his face. He had been reunited with his true identity. Quickly, he discarded the malfunctioning aerosol from his sleeve and replaced it with one of the ones from the bag, and proceeded to hide the rest on his person. Finally, on came the mask, the transformation complete. He was smiling though it was impossible to tell through the frowning mask.

Calmly, he approached The Joker and tapped him on the shoulder.

"If it helps," he murmured, adjusting the aerosol in his right sleeve. "I can tell you which patients would be most useful to you. I did treat most of the, ah, people in here... Though not many call it treatment, I suppose."

[Dark Lord Oblivion]

Joker turned slowly as he felt a slight tap upon his shoulder. Without a moment's surprise, he found that the doctor wasn't very...well, doctorish any longer. With a quick toss of a mask, his identity had changed completely. Then again, had it really? Joker's identity never really changed whether his paint was on, off, coming off, or being put on. He was always Joker. Maybe the Doctor was the same.

"I like the mask." he simply stated. It was true, it was something that was a bit different from the typical clowned masks that Joker had his goons wear. His was rather simple. It was practically just a burlap sack over his head. However, it had a little more "horror" to it then that. In essence, though, that's what it was. He still liked it anyway.

"If you want," the crazed "clown" began "you could tell me. It's up to you. They're all probably going free anyway. It makes things more interesting. Besides, we need someone to beat the living daylights out of the cops, or at least distract them." He began to twirl his knives in his hands. "Then again, to know which ones would be very loyal and mindless goons wouldn't hurt at all." He began to toss a knife between his two hands, watching it as he did so. "Yeah. Why don't we do that. Gimme the guys who'll obey without question, and then give me the real rough and tough guys that'll really give the batman a run for his money...which I intend to burn."

[The Lilac Pilgrim]

Scarecrow grinned under the mask, stepping forward to look around at the as yet locked cells. Glancing at the names and numbers on the doors, he pointed at the three on the left by his own cell.

"Those three are incredibly compliant; they'll do anything you ask," he said, in a slightly lower voice than before. "They won't question you, and best of all they'll keep their mouths shut. Those four -" He pointed at four cells further down. "Are violent. They don't need weapons - but they prefer them. Large, bulky, completely insane. But the fourth guy breaks under pressure. I'd watch him..."

He continued to scan the corridors, making sure to leave a few cells out - he needed people too, after all. Not just for experimentation, either. No, there were plenty of people in Gotham to use for that. Pointing at a few cells to the right, he looked around at the Joker.

"Everyone in those cells are very submissive. The guy in cell 1303 is clingy, though. Hates to be alone. Really hates it. Violently. But he's very loyal, and he's a pretty big guy. He'll do anything you tell him to. I'm sure he could be useful to you." He narrowed his eyes in a look of sly humour. "Someone you can manipulate?"

[Dark Lord Oblivion]

"Actually...I've just had a brilliant idea! Words are alot, doc, they indeed are. However, words only hold so much weight. The rest is found in action. There's no need to keep going." He looked over, glancing at a side panel near them. "That looks like the master lock."

He turned his eyes onto Scarecrow, he believed he was called. "We'll just hold auditions. Let those who are truly worthy become my pawns. Actually, pawns gives the impression of control, which may need a plan, doesn't it? I'd rather just say...they'll be my henchmen. Probably die when I'm done with them...but henchmen none the less."

He walked over, slowly, towards the master control. His arm was raised, keeping control, being sure to do it when he wanted. "Ever wonder what happens when a sworm of locust are all let out at once, Doc?"

[Mercurial Tears]

A swift kick in the stomach sent Harley flying against the opposite wall. The inhabitants of the cells near her screamed, it was rather amusing. Annora chuckled, pulling the leather folder from the disoriented blonde's hands. "You were saving these pretties for Joker, huh?"

Eyes finally focussing on the young girl in front of her, Harley simply nodded. Thus earning herself a sharp cuff to the face.

"You would do well to remember never to steal my things again, you understand?" She stated as though repremanding a five-year-old.

Nodding again, she rubbed her face as she turned to resume freeing inmates.

Annora yawned, pulling one of her beautifully engraved knives from the folder and gently stroking the silver handle with a soft smile. Quickly returning it, she changed out of her Arkham uniform into clothes she had hidden under her bed; dark blue cargo jeans, a striped low-cut Tshirt and a lighter green hoodie (cut slightly longer), finishing it off with a green and white cap. She sighed, happy to be in her normal clothes again. Placing the knives into her pockets save for a rather small one that she used to cut open a small scar on the tip of her thumb, Annora walked down the hall where two older inmates were standing whilst sucking the tip of her thumb leisurely.

[The Lilac Pilgrim]

Scarecrow raised an eyebrow, something not very well communicated through the mask.

"Cant say I've ever need to wonder," he murmured, scathingly. "It's a well known fact what happens when locusts are released. However..." His whole body turned to face the Joker, his eagerness to escape showing through the way he held himself. "I don;t see the harm in a little, er, experiment. Release the locusts."

He stood back carefully, in a spot where he could easily spot potential henchmen and guinea pigs, and waited for the Joker to do what he did best - inflict chaos on Gotham.

[Dark Lord Oblivion]

(*HOLY s**t I'M FREAKED OUT RIGHT NOW!!!! FIRST OFF, MY PHONE STARTED ACTING REAAAAALY WEIRD, HAVING RANDOM BUTTONS ACTIVATE AT RANDOM TIMES! THEN, I HAD A RANDOM POPUP OUT OF NOWHERE SAY "IS YOUR CELLPHONE EVIL?" AAAAACK!! I SCARRED SHITLESS RIGHT NOW! I'M GOING INSANE!!!!!!*)

"Ooooooh, but Doc," joker began. He walked over to the side, standing near to the doctor. "We've already begun. Harley's already started letting loose the ravegous locusts now, having them feeding. The other floors are already being released. Let's see what they do first."


(*Sorry for shitty post. I'M SCARRED SHITLESS!*)

[Mercurial Tears]

((That's . . . really weird. =/))

Annora stared at the two conversing without any particular interest, still sucking her thumb. She remembered seeing their faces on the news from the uproars they'd caused. Joker was her favourite. She smiled softly to herself as she passed them, turning back to face the painted man momentarily. "Nice suit." Annora said with a slight nod; a filmy line of blood and saliva hung between the distance of her bottom lip and the tip of her thumb, which was lapped up as she walked away.