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[The Dread Pirate Red]

Pamela Isely Poison Ivy

Pamela Isely used her index finger to push her glasses comfortably back onto the bridge of her nose. It was 8:00 in the morning and a sunny Saturday in June and Pamela was busy at work in a lab almost on the outskirts of Gotham City, a fact most people would have found strange. Of course, most people weren’t working for the Genetics Paragon Group on their project “Better Earth.” Well it was really the project of Wayne Enterprises since they provided the funding. But that was beside the point. What's more, working erratic hours allowed the unassuming Dr. Isely an alibi for her other business. Not to mention working on her own afforded the young woman opportunities actually working with her coworkers would not. For example: stealing technology from GPG and scoffing at the project she was supposed to be working on. Silently, she stood from the stool she had been sitting on to cross the lab floor, the heels of her shoes clicking as she walked and her hands busy pulling her red, curly hair into a ponytail and clipping it against the back of her head. Her small mouth pulled into a frown as a realization came upon her. Pretty soon GPG might have to have another break in, a precaution her alter ego took for her so that when the stolen technology cropped up outside the project it didn’t get traced back to someone within the company.

The precaution was, unfortunately, both necessary and nerve-wracking. Once it happened, detectives and police would swarm the place to investigate. For the next week or so afterwards, Dr. Pamela Isely lived in the shadow of the fear that she would be discovered. Discovered and subsequently revealed to be one of Gotham’s most infamous femme fatales, Poison Ivy. Each time worried her a little bit more than the last, afraid she would finally mess up and leave some clue. The lab had been broken into twice just this past month and the police were always baffled when nothing of consequence seemed to be missing. Of course May had been a busy month for her and most of the break-ins were chalked up to young hoodlums trying to cause a ruckus. After all, the project wasn't anything any real criminal could possibly want or use. That's what made it so perfect. She sat back down at her stool now, taking a moment to straighten out her deep green pencil skirt and the white blouse underneath the matching cropped vest. Nothing spectacular, just something work appropriate. Soon she found her mind wandering. Wandering back to the rainy night before when she had received the strange offer. An offer to band forces with other criminals to get rid of the Batman once and for all.

Naturally, the thought of working with other people made her cringe slightly. But their common goal was tempting none the less. The redhead propped her chin on her hand, her elbow on the desk below her, contemplating the offer no one knew she had been extended.

[PSYCHEDELlC]

[♥Harleen Quinzel♦]

The sound of Harleen whistling and the smell of the fried breakfast she was making for The Joker wafted through the abandoned comedy club, which was now the his hideout. Every Saturday, she would make a special breakfast for two. He should be getting up any minute now. She thought to herself as she flipped a pancake onto a plate. With the breakfast all set up on what was a make-shift dining room table, candles and everything, she waited until her puddin' came and sat with to eat. Harleen waited and waited for him. It seemed like over an hour passed until she gave up on the what was once a delicious-breakfast-for-two-time and tossed the cold food away.

As Harleen was about to go and wake the Joker up, one of the minions came and gave a note to her. The note stated that he as out, obviously doing something with that horrible Batman again. Harleen was devastated. She sat down at the table and pounded her fists a few times. "Why does he always have to be getting in the way of me and my puddin'!! Ohh, I hate that stupid Battie!" Harleen pounded her fists a few more times until she caught a glimpse of something crumpled up on the floor. Harleen grabbed it from the floor and opened it. The paper was a note that asked something about joining this group which had its sights on taking out Batman. Harleen was up for it as soon as she finished reading it.

Even if it meant teaming up with someone other than the Joker for a little while, she wanted to be a part of something that would bring her and her puddin' extremely closer. Harleen was going to take out the Batman.

[♦Harley Quinn♥]

[Tristan-TK-Kingsley]

Max.


This morning had not been a good one. After waking up late, Max made his way down to the Gotham City Police Department only to hit traffic halfway there. In the end, he was an hour late for his first day. Stepping out of his car, Max took a breath of that great smog-filled air and walked up the steps and to his doom. Or, at least, that's what he would come to call it later. The department was full of hustle and bustle as he made his way to the Major Crimes Unit where he was positioned.

This job had pretty much fallen into his lap. He had been a PI in his old town and was the best in the business. One of his acquaintances had led him to the place where he heard about it in a conversation taking place a few tables away. It seemed like an almost dirty way to find out about the job, but in their business, you have to be quick and strike as quickly as possible.

"Are you the new guy?" Shaken out of his thoughts, Max turned to the source of the voice and nodded. A second later, he regained his wits and spoke. "Yeah. Sorry I'm late, but traffic was a nightmare and-" He was interrupted as the man raised his hand. "No need for apologies with a reputation like yours, Maxamillion. And, I'm sure you've heard of me."

Max grinned and nodded. "Well, who hasn't heard of you? You're commissioner Gordon. And, by the way, you can just call me Max." The other man nodded and smiled before handing Max a file. "Well, we're glad to have you here. Hopefully you can help us out some on this current case. A lab just outside of the city has been broken into quite a few times recently and we suspect that it's not just the usual suspects if you catch my drift." He paused and looked over his shoulder. "I'm giving you this on a whim, to see if you really are as good as I believe you are. Don't disappoint me, son." And with that, he left. Max let out a breath he hadn't even known he was holding in. It was nice to let go of the fear a new boss instills in you. Now, there was just the little matter of the alarmingly increasing crime rate in this new city he had to help protect.

With a sigh, he opened up the file and began reading as he walked back out the way he had come. He stepped back into his car and read off the address of the lab before hitting the road, hoping to the high heavens that traffic had subsided.

The Detective

[The Dread Pirate Red]

Pamela Isely Poison Ivy

Back to reality. During the work day was no time to be contemplating mysterious offers from who knows where. ‘It could be a trick. Something Batman has thought up to catch us all at once.’ Pamela, the ever cool and collected, reasoned with herself. But she struck the thought down once again as she peeked back through the microscope set below her. If Batman did in fact know the true identities of Gotham’s most wanted, wouldn’t he just turn them into the police? Her eyes rolled now. Most of the police were in the pockets of criminals like the Joker anyway. That kind of information would do them no good. None the less, that was a risk Pamela couldn’t afford to take. Her interests hardly coincided with the corrupt of Gotham. Not when she wanted to get rid of even them. Once again the scientist rose from her stool. It was a slow time at work. Despite how close the brilliant redhead thought she was to a breakthrough, she had to pace herself. Too much too soon and she would find herself without a job much sooner than expected.

The mind of Pamela Isely merged briefly with the mind of Poison Ivy. How could she best break into the lab this time? She would probably have to find a new entrance. Her past entrance had finally been blocked from forcible entry. But it had to be something similar. Otherwise the police would start having second thoughts. Her red hair shook as she reeled herself back in yet again. Today was not a day for working. There were far too many things that seemed to be going on in Pamela's life this day for work to be included. Secretly, she questioned who would want to break into this lab of all places.

“Better Earth” was behind its time anyway. And with researchers like Dr. Isely, it wasn’t moving along quite as quickly as expected. This wasn’t a pacing problem at all. This was a prevention problem. She only wanted to move the project along just enough to get what she wanted for her own gain out of the job. Then she could return Gotham to its natural state. Its rightful state. The woman’s thin mouth pulled into a frown. The slides she needed were up in one of the higher cupboards. Pulling out a chair she climbed up to poke around. Despite being of average height for a woman, working with a bunch of men had its disadvantages. She was experiencing one of them now as she found herself on a chair on tip toe reaching through the cupboard overhead. “How inconsiderate, really.” Pamela muttered to herself, finally locating the box of slides and climbing back down off her chair. The clicks of her heels once again echoed through the empty lab. But soon enough, the sound of her fingers shuffling through the slides accompanied the clicking. Once again though, her mind couldn’t help but turn towards the invitation.

[1-of-Enlightenment]

Breenda Amelia Sciver

It was around 8:00 am when Breenda Amelia Sciver woke up. That was either late or early for her. It depended on when she went to sleep the night before. In this case, it was early. There didn’t seem to be any reason for her to wake up at such a time. The only explaination would be that her body simply refused to rest. So, the black haired, blue eyed girl sat up in her cot. The room was dark thanks to the sheet that was hung over the window. Currently, the nineteen year old was in an abandoned building on the outskirts of Gotham. It was usually a lot quieter over there than in the actual city and Bree liked to think. As soon as she had stretched her body sufficiently, she began to think.

Alright, so last night was a bust. I almost got mugged, not a good thing…definitely not. Luckily I’m stronger than most. ”That one guy was extremely annoying when he screamed. Honestly, my bite wasn’t that bad now was it?” Bree had gone from thinking to herself to actually speaking out loud. Her blue eyes scanned the almost bare room. They fixated on something that did not exist. ”Yes, well, I know my poison is painful, but…” Her eyes hardened and she jumped up. ”Enough! I’m going out for a while, maybe I can find some food or something. You,” she pointed to the nonexistent person, ”will stay here.” That being said, she nodded her head and walked to the door.

Her clothes had been changed only a few hours ago so Bree didn’t see the need in changing them again. Any money she had on her was kept in the back pocket of her dark blue jeans, and she wore a black jacket over a white tank top. Black hair was tied back in a loose, low hanging ponytail. Once out of the building, Bree walked towards the city. Almost no one noticed a girl walking in from the direction of the abandoned side of the city. She swiftly integrated herself among the bustling people walking around Gotham. It was simply to blend in with this crowd.

[Tristan-TK-Kingsley]

Max.


Unfortunately, Max was dreadfully wrong. Somehow, he managed to hit just about every red light possible and got lost about three times. He just wasn't ready for these city streets yet. Eventually, he had reached the lab, but it seemed oddly empty, even for a Saturday. With a suspicious, "hm," he stepped out of his car, bringing the file with him. For being so worried about theft, the place sure didn't seem very well guarded. He looked around for any security guards that could be patrolling the grounds, but only saw a few cameras set up around the perimeter. He shook his head and trekked up to the large entrance.

Inside, there was actually someone at the front desk who greeted him with a smile. "Hi, I'm Detective Max Atkins. The GCPD has been getting strange theft reports from this lab and they've sent me to investigate things a little further." The man at the front desk nodded his head and pursed his lips. "Ah. Good. I've been waiting for some more thorough investigation to take place. The regular police officers that were in here before didn't even seem to care about what had happened." He pointed down a hall to his right. "If you go down there a ways, then turn down the left hall that's painted green, you'll find the only staff member working here besides me. She'll be in the third door to your left." Max nodded and attempted to get a word in, but was unable to as the small man continued. "And, if you're here past noon, expect to see yourself out, because I'm off the clock then."After nodding again, Max quickly spoke up. "Yeah, okay. That's fine." And, with a small, insincere smile, took off down the hall indicated.

Sooner than expected, Max reached the room where there was supposed to be a working staff member. He grasped the doorknob and knocked as he opened the door. "Hello? Is anyone here?" Stepping inside, he caught sight of the woman in the room and his eyebrows shot up in approval. Catching himself quickly enough, Max regained his composure and spoke again. "Um, miss?"

The Detective

[song in B minor]

Selina Kyle

Selina woke with a start. The alarm clock which was located to her immediate left was practically blew her eardrums out. She threw it against the wall, smirking as it made a satisfying crunch against the wall. She stretched, cat-like and jumped out of bed. Peeking at her cell phone she noticed that it was already 8:00. meaning she should already be at work right now.
's**t.' she thought to herself as she ran quickly to her bathroom to take a quick shower.

10 minutes later she was sprinting down the two flights of stairs out into the bright morning. nearly tripping on her black heels as she waited, rather impatiently, for a taxi to come by. Finally one finally pulled over.

"where to toots?"
"Wayne enterprises."
"you got it."

Yet again, she successfully managed to slip sneakily into her desk before her boss had even bothered coming in. quite satisfied with herself, she decided to brew a pot of coffee, waiting for Mr.Wayne to finally show up and stop wasting her time. She did her morning routine quickly as she had done every other day at work. Her boss however was nowhere to be seen. This was expected of course. He usually came in late, sleeping on the job none the less, and many times left early. She wondered what exactly kept him up at nights....

She smirked knowing exactly what she spent her nights doing...
Something on her desk caught her eye. A small white note.
the contents basically stating about some secret meeting bull s**t about taking out the bat man. two thoughts played inside her head.
'Why would i want to take out the batman? He is much too fun.'and
'Who discovered me??'
in that moment panic began to appear in her gray eyes.

CatWoman

[The Dread Pirate Red]

Pamela Isely Poison Ivy

The redhead was brought back to reality once again, more abruptly this time since she hadn’t been the one to do the reeling. The voice that startled her certainly didn’t belong to the little security mouse that worked with her on Saturday mornings. It did however cause her to drop her little box of slides all onto the floor. “Oh… Shoot.” She cursed under her breath, well, what was considered cursing for Pamela anyway. Her legs bent to allow her to swoop down on the spilled slides. “It will take me the rest of the day to get these back in order. They have to be just so.” She explained, not that the disturber of her peace probably cared too much anyway. For the time being the woman just scooped them back into their box. She obviously wasn’t going to get a chance to resort them just yet. Picking the box back up, Pamela set the box on the desktop she had been working at previously. It was now that she turned to face her intruder.

“May I help you?” She asked, pushing her glasses back up onto the bridge of her nose. They had slid out of place when she swooped down on the slides. Reason gave her an idea as to why the man had appeared, suddenly, into her life. Judging by his suit he was probably another lackey of the police department. Here to investigate the growing mystery of the break-ins. It was only self-control that kept her from biting her lip now. A clever man would notice. She could become a suspect. “I’m sorry that there isn’t someone else to help. I’m usually alone on Saturdays. If you wanted to come back another time… The words trailed off and her eyes moved towards the slides. Well that would kill time certainly.

Almost unconsciously, her foot began to tap. A façade of impatience. Acting as if she had work to be done was a performance she had mastered long ago. Though, she supposed a good number of employees had the same skill. For Pamela, it was practically a requirement.

[BaronVonTokkenTakker]

Some might say, I'm a little crazy but I can always bring a laugh to the people, even if it means blowing them up. "Don't disturb me, you ignorant boob!" The joker said with anger in his voice. "Oh, when are the shipments coming in?" he asked a young man in a police uniform. "Sir, they'll be coming in about 10 minutes." the young man replied. "Good, Good, I'll teach gotham a little thing or two about what is like being funny!" he said and shocked the young police officer. "Sorry kid but the grownups need to handle this kind business alone." he said as he stepped over the body. "I welcome one and all, to a place known as JokerLand." He said as his voice echoed through out the building.

"Maybe I should call my little Harly, I bet she wants to join in on the fun as well." he said and flipped open a small phone. "Hello? Twinkle, put Harly on the phone." He said and paced around the area for a few minutes before hanging up. "I guess I'll have to call her later." he thought to himself as a the sound of a distant foghorn could be heard. "Oh Goody, my toys have arrived." He said with a grin and clapped his hands. After a half hour aboard the ship, the joker started to walk down the little plank with several objects in tow, including a few computer towers and a brand new tv screen for the club.

[AngrySexBaby]

Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne stood at the top of Wayne Enterprises, looking out at the city he'd lived in all his life. From this highest point in the center of the city, he could see almost everything. And this was the way he liked it. He hadn't been into the office this early in months - ever, most likely. The strong cup of coffee he'd picked up at Starbucks on his way to work was a hefty reminder of that fact. He sighed and turned away from the large window, striding over to his desk rather quickly. He sat down in the comfortable chair and, setting his elbows on the arms, steepled his fingertips.

Leaning forward, he pressed the button that would call the front desk. "Hello, Cecily. Any calls that come for me today, send them up," he said calmly, rubbing the side of his face tiredly. He grimaced lightly and rubbed his wrist. Must've tweaked it last night, he thought. He pressed another button, this time connecting him with Selina Kyle's phone. He listened to the ring, awaiting an answer.

The Bat

[song in B minor]

Selina Kyle

Selina, as she did every day began to organize Mr. Wayne's papers and other crap that she usually filed for him. It was a boring and rather dull job. But it paid well and gave her something to do during the day. Yes, working for the richest man in Gotham definitely had it's perks. Selina finished her morning job, and quickly stole a glance in the mirror. Her face was very...cherubic looking. her eyes framed with thick lashes, her cheeks rosy, and her full lips pink as bubble gum. She straightened out her blouse and black pencil skirt, noticing a run in her stockings. 'ugh' she thought bitterly. She refused anything less than perfection.

Just then her phone rang, she jumped a little, but quickly recovered as she picked it up.
"why Hello Mr.Wayne." she purred. "What can I do for you this morning?"

CatWoman

[AngrySexBaby]

Bruce Wayne

"Good morning, Ms. Kyle," Bruce said, his voice hoarse from being tired, "What's new in the business?" He set the phone in the cradle and turned it onto speaker phone. Placing his hands behind his head, he leaned back in the chair, but didn't let his eyes close. "Catch me up," he added, sitting forward again. He adjusted his position in the chair, trying to find a comfortable position.

When he was unable to, he reached forward and picked up his coffee cup. Sipping lightly at the steaming black liquid, he set the cup back down on the bare desk. All that it had was a fancy computer, a name plaque, and a can full of pencils. He really needed something to do. In a fit of boredom, he grabbed his mouse and opened up a game of Spider Solitaire while he listened to his assistant's voice.

The Bat

[Tristan-TK-Kingsley]

Max


He blinked a few times before speaking. "I, um, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that I would startle you so much. My name is Max and I'm from GCPD. I'm here to check out the recent thefts." He wasn't ever fully sure why he was more lenient with his name and rank while talking to women, but it always seemed to work in his favor. Stepping into the room more fully, Max took another look at the file. As he flipped through it, his eyes seemed to rise above it and take another look at the woman in front of him. After a moment, he set the file aside and smiled."From what I can see, they're all fairly small thefts, but it just seems weird that normal hoodlums would come to this lab to steal, well, anything. So, I've been sent to..." He paused to look her up and down once more before continuing. "I've been sent to check things out."

He ran a hand through his hair and loosened his tie some. Taking a look around the room, he noticed that there were many items on higher shelves. They were obviously much to high for her to reach alone, so there must have been more than just her in the lab. But, apparently, she just enjoyed working on her own. "Now, I'm sure that you've been questioned more times than you'd like to be, but if you could, I'd like you to recount your daily routines and any information you may have regarding the break-ins."

[song in B minor]

Selina Kyle

"Well Mr.Wayne I have filed your paperwork for you, you have a meeting at 2 with the corporate manager of Gotham Bank, and thats about it for today Mr. Wayne." she said with a hint of boredom. She waited a while for him to respond.
"Mr.Wayne....? Is there something else you need?" she lightly tapped her long finger-nails on her desk awaiting an answer. The small window which sat above her computer was slightly cracked open, and a warm breeze blew in. she moved the phone from her left ear to the right, and cradled it between her shoulder and her ear as she quickly responded to an email. she scanned it quickly. It was from the Gotham DA... huh.
" Also Mr.Wayne your lunch meeting at noon was just canceled. they said they would call when they can to reschedule...something came up."

[The Dread Pirate Red]

Pamela Isely Poison Ivy

Pamela shook her head. “No it’s perfectly alright. I have some time to spare.” She reassured him, pushing a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. “I’m just not sure I understand why the Gotham Police are still so interested. If it’s not kids, then who is it? We aren’t doing anything anyone more serious would be interested in.” A sigh escaped her lips. The police never seemed to understand exactly what they did here. The sigh turned into a deep breath as the scientist prepared to launch into another explanation.

“Project ‘Better Earth’ is a division of the Genetic Project Group, GPG, although right now most of our funding comes through Wayne Enterprises. Our main goal right now is to research and experiment with GMOs. Genetically Modified Organisms. If all goes according to plan, the research will be extended to include figuring out how to mass produce our successful attempts to benefit the rest of the world. Bt-Corn, for example, is one of our more successful attempts. You see, we splice a gene from the bacteria Bacillus thuringiensis and fuse it to genes in sweet corn. The bacteria then acts as a natural insecticide so farmers don’t have to spray the crops. We’re responsible for Golden rice too. We put in additional beta-carotene which the human body then turns into Vitamin A when you consume it.”

The smallest of smiles crossed Dr. Isely’s lips. She could recite the mission of their project like it was being read off a pamphlet. “We’re hoping to get clearance to do some testing on animals as well, but there are concerns with the modified animals cross breeding with the wild animals. Through our research we can make any means of human food source bigger and better to enable the world to feed more people. We could end world hunger as we know it.” Another smile crossed her lips, though this one was much more obligatory. It was meant to convey the pride they all felt in their job. She shook her head almost in disbelief as she began to actually answer the detective’s question.

“But right now in the lab we mostly do research. We sit at our desks, look through microscopes, and take notes. Nothing terribly exciting. And certainly not theft worthy. You see detective, we’re behind the times in our field as it is. More distinguished groups have already made far more noteworthy advances that haven’t been made public yet. And in any case, what would any of Gotham’s most wanted want with anything we do create?” Pamela’s eyebrow arched in doubt. “Are you sure it isn’t just kids trying to prove how tough they are?”

“Would you like me to show you around so you can check things out for yourself?” She finally offered, removing her lab coat and hanging it on the back of her chair. “We’d really just like all this nonsense to stop. So feel free to check out anything you want. Or anyone, if you think it’s necessary.” Pamela pushed her glasses up again, an act to hide her eyes as she sized him up for herself. Trying to decide if she could handle things if he started getting to close to the truth. Suddenly she gasped. “Oh goodness. How rude of me! Detective… Max, was it? I’m Dr. Pamela Isely.” Her hand extended towards the detective.