Into the Darkness... A Batman RP! [NOW OPEN! NEEDS PEOPLE!]

Name Your Fav Dark Knight Character!

Batman	7.1%	[ 2 ]
Joker	57.1%	[ 16 ]
Harvey/Two-Face	0.0%	[ 0 ]
Alfred! (You know he's awesome...)	32.1%	[ 9 ]
...0.o I can't choose! All of them! <3	3.6%	[ 1 ]
Total Votes:			[ 28 ]

[M a l l y m k u n]

-->>Victoria.Nitemare<<--
"Insanity? You know nothing of it."

'Is he serious?' Victoria thought to herself as Bruce winked at her. She gave her best fake smile and turned to him.

"Well, I would say that my area of expertise would have to be chemistry, although I am gifted in the areas of weaponry and technology," she said after a moments thought, "Although, of course, I could just carry coffee around." But, if that was the case, she would look for another job. She would never lower herself to providing drinks for those who could easily get it themselves.

"I suppose that you have some important business to get to though," Victoria said, standing up from her leaning position, "Perhaps we could set up an appointment or something?" She stuffed her hands into her trench coat's pockets and glanced around. Victoria felt like laughing. A homicidal maniac trying to work for a billionaire playboy? Only if she knew who he was at night. Then it would really be ironically hilarious.

[hidden_wings]

Bruce nodded as he listened to her. Chemisty, weaponry and technology. She could be really dangerous with knowledge of those topics. Bruce chuckled at the thought. Would she be just another criminal, trying to take control of the city if she took advantage of those skills? With a sigh, Bruce glanced back up at the woman. He certainly hoped not.

"As much as I hate to admit it," Bruce put on a goofy smile, trying to make it look like he really cared. In all truth, he wanted to finish the meeting, go home, be the s**t out of a punching bag and hope that he could fall asleep for once. "I do have an important meeting I must be heading to." He told her.

Without asking, Bruce reached over the receptionists desk and grabbed a sticky note and a pen. "Here's my work and cell." He gave her the numbers he gave all the other clients. Most of the time, Alfred went through the messages, seeing who mattered and who didn't. Bruce knew it would be rude to talk in person and then ignore their phone call. He's have to warn Alfred. "When you get the chance, just call me and tell me when you'd like to have a chat, okay?" He smiled, realizing he looked like he was giving her his number, asking for a date. "By the way, what is your name?"

[The Lilac Pilgrim]

The derelict warehouse, or whatever it used to be, was very damp. It didn't bother him in the slightest, he just noticed. He was applying red theatre make-up to a now chalk-white face. He didn't need a mirror; not anymore. He knew his own pretty face so well, the smile he wore constantly so familiar to him he could see it if he closed his eyes. He was truly himself when he was like this, and so pretty, and he needed to look his very best for his audience; the people of Gotham. He'd entertain them, make them gasp and scream with fireworks and parlour tricks. The sounds of panic were the applause, the indication that he had done a very good job, and they would want another performance the next day, maybe even with an encore. And he would never let down his audience. He finished dabbing the last corner, his scars completely caked in the blood red greasepaint. Next, the gloves came on, just a nice little accessory piece, and so very useful, considering all the importance of fingerprints and DNA, and of course they just completed the outfit. With a final flourish, on came the long, purple coat, his various blades and explosives clinking faintly in the pockets as he adjusted the clothing for comfort and ease of access. Catching sight of himself in a blade on the wall, he grinned manically and hugged his shoulders in glee.

"Beautiful!" he giggled, yellowed teeth showing through that ever-so-pretty crimson smile. Suddenly remembering that girl, the one he made a jester, he turned around to look for her. Thinking he could see her not far from him, he called over; "Don't ya think so, Harley?"

He knew she'd say yes, no doubt about it. He had really won her over in the asylum, and a leading lady would doubtlessly come in useful in the piece. He'd dressed her up pretty, too, just like a court jester, someone to make 'em laugh. Today's performance was going to have a special guest star, too, a nice little orphan boy. Crowds loved orphans; they always carried so much... tragedy. He was muttering to himself, vaguely remembering lines he'd written down on his old notebook, darting back and forth trying to find the props he'd need to convey his message. Wayne Towers was the setting, but the performance wasn't for another hour or so. Time enough to make the performance... perfect.

[bloodstained feather]

There were small, light-hearted, rather sinister laughs mixed with barks somewhere in the once-abandoned warehouse they now called 'home', if for only a little while. The typical laugh of a hyena. The two spotted, dog-like creatures continued to make little content noises resembling laughs as they were being fussed over, eagerly pawing at the red and black clad girl kneeling down in front of them. Her dark red lips were up-turned in a smile to see her 'babies' so happy. Harley's dream of setting up home and starting a family with the Joker were well and truly crushed, and she knew just who's fault that was. That Bat's. Bud and Lou loved Harley as much as she loved them, and she took it upon herself to treat them like her very own children.

Baby blue eyes, once fixated on the hyenas, lifted and with a turn of her head, fell upon her clown prince, when she heard her name being called. "Oh, of course Mistah J. If I say so myself," she called back in response. She picked herself up from the somewhat dusty floor, brushing her red and black gloved hands gently over her jester outfit to remove most of the dust that had accumulated along her legs where she'd been kneeling, and turned to face the Joker, watching as he went back and forth. She felt the need to help, or ask if he needed it, but she didn't want to get in his way. Not when he was perfecting a plan. But that need grew, and she at least had to ask.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Puddin'?" she questioned rather sweetly, and approached a fairly small, unsturdy table where a few notes and props were placed, the two hyenas at her heels. She reached out and spread out a few of the notes, scanning over them briefly. She knew of his plan; she was the only one who he told things to that he'd never tell anybody else, and more often than not she helped him out in any way she could - even if it meant luring away the attention of policemen, or Batsy, sometimes landing her a nice, comfy spot in Arkham Asylum.

[The Lilac Pilgrim]

A female voice snapped him out of his train of thought. He could almost feel the metaphorical train crash and burn as he whipped round to look at his faithful jester. She was standing by his scripts and toys, the ones that would give the play a little flourish. Energetically, he felt himself positively bounce over to the table, eyes fixed upon the paper upon which he'd scrawled a few important notes. Upon reaching the table, he lifted a stack of the crinkled paper and began to rifle through it, hardly acknowledging his co-star's presence. Finally he found the paper he was looking for, and handed it to Harley, only looking briefly at her with a manic glint in his eyes before turning back to the papers in his grip, muttering to himself. On the paper he had just given her was written just a few simple instructions, a little illustration of Bruce Wayne in his cameo in this little piece, and underneath, the word "BOOM!" written in large, bold lettering. Folding the rest of the paper into a pocket on the inside of his coat, he finally properly acknowledged Harley by making a move to grab her chin and squeeze, grinning at her.

"Smile, Harley!" he almost growled before turning to the table. Detonators were laid out in the centre, and he would need her to carry a few of them for him. "I have a very important job for you." He pressed a detonator into her hand, a misshapen sort of switch that, if pressed at the base would take out the top two floors of Wayne Towers. It hadn't been easy to get the explosives up there, but it would be worth it; he could see in his mind the shards of glass that would fall like confetti onto horrified faces below. The damage done to such an important building, and two very important floors of the very important building. And he would take a bow for the people of Gotham and then would come the encore. Mr Wayne would be so surprised. He could just see the expressions, hear his applause. He'd like to see the Batman anticipate this one. Unable to contain his excitement, he shook with anticipation, nearly squeezing the 'trigger' much too soon as he clamped tightly around his henchwoman's hand.

"You get to work the special effects."

[Sulina]

Rin Yamano

Flipping through her father's notes regarding the upcoming meeting, Rin was paying attention to the two through her peripheral vision. It was one of her talents, her eyes were trained on something, but her mind was on something else. "Jorougumo..." she thought as she looked at the girl that her father's partner was talking to. Maybe it was female intuition acting up, but she had a bad feeling about her.

But then again, in a city like Gotham, was it possible not to have a bad feeling about something? Madmen had broken out of an asylum after all. Probably didn't help that Rin had a shinto priest for an uncle, it really put her in touch with the spiritual sensitivity that the western world seemed to lack. They seemed too scared to admit in the things that the east readily accepted, however, she was not there to advise who Wayne should or should not hire. She was there because she was representing Yamahoshi Electronics in a discussion over a possible partnership, and as a result she said nothing.

Yoru of the Kunoichi

((Jorougumo- More or less the spider queen, Rin's implying that Nite's dangerous to men))

[bloodstained feather]

Harley watched, somewhat amused at him as he approached the table, but happy that he was in a cheerful mood. It always put her in a better mood to see her angel happy, and so focused on what he did, and it gave her the feeling that nothing could stop this plan. And so she was determined to get it right this time, if she played a part at all.
Her gaze fixated on him as he went through the papers, quietly watching as he'd found what he was looking for and handed it to her. She noticed that all-too familiar look in his eye, but seemed more interested in what the piece of paper had to say. Simple instructions; an illustration; and 'BOOM!'.

Her eyes immediately lifted from the paper when she felt him grab her chin. Her interest remained on him when she saw him reach for a device she'd seen many times before.
She did just that. A smile graced her features as the detonator was placed into her hand, his grip around hers rather tight and she feared it may accidentally be set off too early. She wondered if she may end up taking the blame for it, and so to prevent that she wriggled her hand free, careful not to set it off herself.

"You can count on me, Puddin'," she grinned, confident in herself. There wasn't a single way she could think of to screw this up - all she had to do was keep her fingers well away from the switch until it was needed. Easy enough, right? She lifted the piece of paper up again and scanned over the instructions, rehearsing the plan in her mind.

[The Lilac Pilgrim]

"That‘s a good girl," the clown prince murmured, his smile approving. Then, suddenly reoccupied by the excitement of the impending act, he jumped away from her and began mumbling incoherent, broken sentences. He was stepping almost gracefully around the dusty, shrapnel-strewn floor, trying to figure out how to move around during the scene, his arms sweeping after him as he twirled one way and the next, exaggeratedly, like pantomime. He so hoped that Mr Wayne would know how to act his part, and not act the hero. The only person allowed to play the hero was the Batman, and he wasn’t yet scheduled for an appearance. He stopped in his tracks at the thought, the look on his face one of pure frustration. Batman. As much as he was intrigued by the pseudo-flying rodent, the bat did have a terrible tendency to deviate from the script, ending in such a predictable fate for all of them; himself to the asylum and the Batman to the confines of Gotham’s streets at night. How boring.

With a harsh sigh, he looked up at one of the cobwebbed, cracked windows. Deciding it was time to put this plan into action, he lunged for the table next to his harlequin jester, frantically shoving the props into his pockets where they’d be safe until they were needed. Striding toward the exit, head held high, he was grinning again, excited. He really couldn‘t wait to see the looks on the people‘s faces, and how thrilled they‘d be at his wonderful display. Stopping just at the door, he spun on his heel and glared at his workers, who seemed to just be standing watching him. Damnit, they knew the plan!

“Come on!" he barked loudly, causing some of the men to jump. He shook his head and strode out into the street, looking round about, trying to see through the alleyways for transportation. He began to speak to Harley, not really caring if she could hear or not. “Pick a colour,” he growled, his eyes darting frenetically. “If we want to get to Wayne Towers, we need to get there in style; we can‘t just hitch a ride in any old vehicle.” He turned to stare at her, his expression that of manic determination. “It‘s a classy place, and we are sophisticated business people. Isn‘t that right?”

[M a l l y m k u n]

-->>Victoria.Nitemare<<--
"Insanity? You know nothing of it."

"Victoria Dawson," she said, taking the piece of paper that Bruce offered. She glanced at it momentarily before dropping it into her pocket.

"I suppose that I'll let you get to business now," she said, giving him one last smile before turning and walking out of Wayne Towers once again. One, outside she dropped the polite, flirty girl facade and let out a slight shiver of disgust. She felt the need to blow off some steam by slashing through a few people. Now she understood how smokers must feel.

Victoria sighed and leaned to the wall next to the door. No. She wouldn't play as Nitemare again tonight. Not unless someone gave her a reason. She twiddled her thumbs, looking around, trying to find something that would spark her interest, something to do for a while, but of course, this city had lost her interest long ago.

[hidden_wings]

"I guess I will talk to you soon, Miss Victoria Dawson." Bruce nodded with a kind smile on his face. He waved as she left the building, letting a soft sigh out when she left. He was glad he could get back to business. Not so that he could get to work but so he could get done with things and get back to his mansion. If he was lucky, he could check to see what had happened throughout the night and try to find a way to help.

He turned around, reminded of the girl sitting and waiting for him by the receptionist. Bruce glanced with a frustrated expression at the japanese girl. All he had to do was make small talk with her that could be ended quickly, lead her up to the board meeting and then drop her off as they listened to another man talk about how they could all work together to make the world a better place! ...Exciting.

Bruce stepped over to the girl and smiled warmly to her. "I apolgize for making you wait for such a long time." He told her. "I am Bruce Wayne." Bruce introduced himself. "I was informed that you needed me for something. That would be...?" He tried his best to be kind about wondering what she wanted. Though, he still felt like he was a little rude. Bruce just hoped she would not notice or be offended.

[Mephistorial]

}I'm invisible to you
To your bird's-eye view
I know the angle all too well{

After a short bit of time, Veil deemed it safe to rifle through the contents of the wallet. As she'd hoped there was a decent bit of cash within it, and as expected various credit cards. Honestly, why did people insist on having so many of them if it seemed no one could pay for them anyway? One more of the many things that made no sense to her. She reached into her pocket pulling out one of her knives, using the blade to slice each card in half, followed by any other various items in the wallet, like a driver's license and family photos, and finally the wallet itself before tossing it all, sans cash, into the nearby storm drain. There wasn't anything malicious in her actions, merely a methodical little bit of disposal of what she did not need.

With that task done, Veil resumed moving, turning into a 24-hour convenience store. While she had some money on hand she wanted to get some food for Zleiter-Blitz. Actually it would probably be a good idea to get herself something to eat as well for that matter. She drifted through the few aisles, grabbing a bag of dried berries for her pet, and a muffin for herself along with a bottle of water. Once finished, she headed up to the counter to pay.

"Ya know this is a dangerous city for a kid to be walking around at night. You should get home before you get into trouble," the clerk said as she rang up the items.

Veil showed no sign of having heard the woman, merely sliding over a few bills before grabbing her things and walking out. She decided for now, she'd head back to the Wayne Industries building as there was a decent bit of light there to eat by. She turned, heading back in the direction she'd come from, stopping when she reached the building. She sat with her back pressed against it, knees drawn up to her chest. Once seated, she set her hedgehog on the pavement beside her, along with a small pile of the berries and a capful of water. She herself ate a few bites of the muffin she'd obtained before resting her head on her arms, angling her view slightly so she could watch the small creature.

}It's how I saw before I fell
Now it's not so hard to tell
I'm crawling deeper in myself{

[Dripping Acid]

Jεииiƒεя 'Jεииα' Mσиtgσmεяy

The past exsists only in our memories,
the future only in our plans.
The present is our only reality.

Perhaps it wasn't the best thing for Jenna to be driving so aimlessly, for she could've sworn that she'd looped the city at least twice trying to make up her mind before finally deciding that she was in the mood for Italian; yes, Italian food it was. Her hands tightened around the steering wheel as she spun her car around on the rather quiet street, punching the gas a little more than usual until she hit a more major street. Casting an eye back at her weekender bag she turned her eyes back to a more important matter, the road; while out of a technicality she could afford to eat anywhere, she tended to favor Carrabba's Italian Grill which suited her tastes more at the moment than the thought of a fancy hoity-toity meal.

What's more was that it was only a short distance away from Wayne Enterprises, a corporation far larger than her father's--not that Jenna kept track. Pulling into a parking space she sighed hesitantly before getting out and slinging said weekender bag over her shoulder; Gotham wasn't safe, which meant neither was her precious car. But of course, she figured it'd be much worse if anyone found what was inside her weekender bag; after all, nice daughters of business men didn't carry around chains and guns. Beeping her sleek Saleen S7 behind her, she made her way inside and sat down in a rather cozy booth. 'Even the illusive Jenna Montgomery needs to step out into the public eye on occasion,' She reminded herself with a quiet sigh. As the waitress handed her a menu she smiled politely and murmured her thanks. The night was just beginning, that normally meant she'd better eat healthy. Healthy? Well, a little bit of oil never hurt anyone, nor did a glass of red wine.

[bloodstained feather]

Harley had become too caught up in memorising her part of the script, that she hadn't been taking notice of the Joker, and caused her to jump slightly, startling her back to reality when he lunged for the table, preparing himself with the needed props. Harley didn't need the piece of paper; she had no where to keep it, and wouldn't be seen walking around with it and regularly checking back on it to make sure she was doing everything according to plan. Actually, maybe that was where it could go wrong - if she forgot one of those little, important details. But the instructions were simple, and she was confident.

She placed the paper back down onto the table, and the hyenas who had been sitting on the floor near her, patiently awaiting her attention, began to whine. Turning her painted white face to her shoulder, she looked back at Bud and Lou and smiled. "Mommy's gonna be busy for a while," she said, and they seemed to perk up a little, understanding from her tone that she intended on giving them all the attention they wanted later, when she returned.

With the detonator clutched in her hand, she hurried after the clown, noting how impatient he'd grown. She followed him out into the street, adopting an expression mixed between surprise and confusion at the sudden question. She stared at him as a smile flickered across her lips, and she stifled a light laugh. "Right-a-roonie," the harlequin jester paused for a moment; generally, people turned up in vehicles of plain colours; black or silver, and they were rather common colours. "Silver and black are a popular choice..."

[Sulina]

Rin Yamano

Rin looked at Bruce and smiled gently, "It's quite all right, success takes time and dedication to both achieve and maintain." she said kindly, knowing this all too well from working in her Dad's company as a member of the finance division. Her linguistic skills also made her the official interpreter for the company. She tilted her head in a slightly confused manner when he asked what it was that she wanted, "My name is Rin Yamano Wayne-san, I am the daughter of and intended interpreter for Haru Yamano, co-executive of Yamahoshi Electronics in Sapporo, Japan." she explained, "Unfortunately, father's partner, Kazuo Hoshikawa, fell ill and is currently hospitalised, and in order to maintain the company father has had to cancel his flight over. I hope you can forgive this unexpected development, father would've loved to have met you in person." she stated. She had noted the slight hint of rudeness and the keen sense to get his duties over with, but she paid it no heed and went on as if it never happened. After all, the last thing she wanted to do was jeopardise half the point of flying halfway across the world. Of course, she could've happily spoken more about Yamahoshi, but she figured it would be best to save the information for the meeting itself.

She looked at him, smiling, although she was only 19, she had the air of a professional businesswoman, dressed in a crisp white shirt, a navy knee-length skirt and matching blazer with natural tights and black high-heeled (but not overly so) shoes. The briefcase containing the information she intended to provide on her father's behalf was held firmly in her left hand. Her black locks were tied in a low ponytail, and her face was completely devoid of makeup, although her nails were well-cared for.

Yoru of the Kunoichi

[hidden_wings]

Bruce nodded, agreeing with her statement. He listened to her explaination of why she was there instead of some older man but Bruce really didn't care. She was there for the sake of her represented company. So, in his logic, send whoever you like, as long the job is done. Really, she did not have to expain the whole thing but he guessed she wanted to make sure that she was seen as a professional.

Bruce, himself, thought she seemed very professional. Though, she got to the point, he was still distracted by the fact that she was extremely young for the field she was in. Most people went through at least five or six years through college before they got to be a small-fry. But this woman looked to be in her early twenties at most. Her father must have really trusted her.

He found himself going back over her speech in his head. He laughed to himself at the words, "Wayne-san". He began to wonder if he was supposed to be as formal as she was. It was one thing he greatly respected the japanese for, how polite they were. "Well, I'm just glad to see that someone made it, Miss Yamano." He nodded again, sticking with the english titles. "The meeting will be starting shortly so I would advise that we make our way up there." He told her with a kind smile. "If you will follow me." He led her to the back elevators that were highly secured by large guards.