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Harley smiled a bit and leaned into the kiss as well. After last night, she wasn't quite so...unsure about being with Yuriko. It was different than with Joker...but a good different. At least she actually felt appreciated with her.

....though, she knew how she was with Joker. And it would only be a matter of time before something happened. Again.

A baterang sliced through the air, destroying the button before Tinkerer could press it and sending a shower of sparks through the air. A moment later, the much-abused control panel whined... and died. The electric lights in the building flickered valiantly for a moment, and then followed suit. It seemed that turning on the water hadn't been the best idea, after all.

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Rosie was already sitting up in her bed by the time Joker busted through her bedroom door. Her arm wrapped around her old doll, and the other holding her pillow above her head to try and keep herself as dry as she could. Not that it helped. The covers were starting to soak through, and her hair was already damp and clinging to her cheeks and purple pajama top.

Her eyes widened as Joker announced that they had Bat company, and she quickly slid herself out of her now dark-pink bed. With her doll still her arm, she tossed her pillow to the side and quickly pulled down a zipper at the back of the doll as she ran towards him. She took the gun from him and slipped it into the back of her doll.
This should hide her gun from most people, and it would (hopefully) keep the gun dry for a while. After all, who was suspicious of a little girl having a loaded gun inside of her stuffed doll? Except for anyone else who seen those bits on TV about Babydoll. Granted the gun probably wouldn't work the same way as that but...at least she had it if she needed it.

Rosie carefully zipped the back of her doll back up half way so that she could slide her hand back in and grab the gun if and when she needed it. She held the doll tightly against her with one arm, while the other waited to grab onto Joker.


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Tinkerer swore up and down as the sparks suddenly flew up in his face. He didn't need the stars to die down from his vision to know that the rest of his system had just crashed. Just the sound of the computer, then the flickering lights told it all. Everything was utterly offline now. If it was still up, then it would be malfunctioning severely.

Which means all he had accomplished was putting the entire building into lockdown mode. There was only one escape rout open now, and they were going to have to manually override the door to it. Everything else...well it was going to be extremely difficult to get in or out of the building.

So they were all stuck inside of here with...Batman, was it? Is that who this was? He STILL didn't see anyone. Then again, it was pitch black in the room now. That didn't help. The back up generator should be kicking on soon for the lights at least. IF the generator could communicate with the rest of the building anyway.

...either way they were screwed. All screwed.

Growling, Tink rolled his chair over to the side of the large computer system and grabbed for something under the table. A few somethings rather. If he couldn't use the computer systems, then hopefully he could activate some of the stand-by and test models by remote. If the remote was still working anyway. Had to try something.

Death Raider, on the other hand, was now at a loss for what to do. It was dark, his glasses were soaked. Safe to say he was pretty much blind right now. He could feel water sloshing around in his boots, and it felt like his homemade suit was shrinking on him. He didn't know where Tink hid all his weapons at in the room, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to use them anyway. Maybe he could find that broken vase and use a piece of that? Yeah? Or did he clean that up already?

Tinkerer was just about to grab his remote, then in the next moment he found himself crumpled over his computer his head just...on fire. He had no idea what happened, and he barely heard the dismembered voice talking to him.

"Aaugh...mother *****...what the **** was....agh.." he groaned, trying to sit himself back up.

Death Raider's eyes widened and he took a few large steps back from....whatever just happened to Tink.

Tinkerer grunted out as he was yanked from his chair and barely onto his feet. Raider took quite a few more steps back at the sight of Tink getting bullied by a ghost.

"Agh...w-what? What do you mean where is he keeping...ngh...what is that? Blood? Y-you broke my nose!"

/// Sorry about that. We had bad storms throughout the area, and it took out internet all around for about a week. So I come back with a really long post. Have fun reading! And here's a little fun fact...it's only been Gossamer for quite some time now. Don't ask why Jade and them are so quiet. I feel as though Jade should have something to say about all of this....but no one's been talkative at all since....well....Zatanna? Did Jade even come out then? Um...pre-Batcave break-in? ///


”GAAAAAHH!!” the man screamed, followed by a generous round of fowl language to try and deal with the pain. His toes just barely sliding across the wet floor as he kicked them back and forth wildly. With his one hand around what he could only assume was the Bat's arm that had him grabbed by the collar, he couldn't do much to help his other hand. He needed that hand though. If he said anything....Joker would kill him. But if he was covered in casts, he wasn't going to be much use to Joker.

”D-d-does it MATTER?! You just fried my entire system! No one's getting in or out of any closed door in this place now!” he growled, trying to move his hand back enough to ease the tension on his unfortunate finger.

Raider was growing increasingly uneasy with the entire situation. He honestly didn't know what to do now. He could try to run and just leave Tink to fend for himself. But...this was the Bat, right? He wasn't exactly in the ideal shape to try and sprint out of the room with the Batman only a few feet away from him. He could try to find something to use as a weapon to try and help Tink fend off his attacker. But...again, the whole Batman logic applied. So....what did he do?

Very uneasily, Raider sent a glance out of the room and at the doorway. Not straight out or towards the long hallway that Joker had looked down. But....more at the wall on the left outside of the room. Whatever his glance had been on was quickly shot off as Raiders attention moved back to Tink. He didn't want Joker to kill him for telling either. Heck, he KNEW Joker would kill him for that. Joker had made it very clear that Rosie was the only reason he wasn't dead right now. If he screwed up one more time...he was dead.

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Meanwhile, outside of the now very much locked down building, Gossamer's form solidified on the edge of the rooftop across from it. One leg up on the ledge of the roof as she leaned over it to look down at the building across the street. One hand was holding the tracker Batman had given her, while the other was pointed at her own head. Strands of white energy curled off her hand and wrapped itself around in her hair, pulling the mass of it up and into a quick but messy bun. It was easier for her to work if it was all up and out of her face. Well...most of it anyway. Her bangs tended to just hang around the sides of her face or behind her ear.

She looked down at the scanner, then back at the building. This had to be the place. The little Bat had to be inside. Were they in there? There was definitely quite a few someones in there. But there was so much metal and tech around the building, it was making it hard for her to just “look” in.

...and she was pumped up on adrenaline and fear. That never, never helped her focus on her magic. She just couldn't work perfectly when she was this excited. She'd have to get closer to know if Rosie was inside. Or Joker. Or anyone else she'd normally be able to locate easily. So....she might as well just go inside the building. Then she should be able to see everything and anything.

….and yet she just couldn't bring herself to move off of the rooftop yet.

It...it wasn't a trap, right? The Bat wouldn't do that to her. Or at least he wouldn't have waited this long to do something like that. He'd have every right to pull something like that on her. She did beat the hell out of him and nearly killed him....she wouldn't blame him for wanting to get back at her. But...after weeks? No, it had been longer than that. Okay. So....yeah. This wasn't a trap. Calm down.

Just....just stay calm. He probably DID actually find them, and she was so worked up right now that she just couldn't stay focused long enough to see any of it for herself. So she owed him one after this. She really, really owed him one if she could get her Rosie back and....and....this was a far cry from a toy factory or anything the Bat told her to look for. What the hell? No wonder she couldn't find anything!

No. Stop it. Focus. Calm down. She needed to keep calm. Especially if Joker was in there. What was she going to do if Joker was in there? He was probably beyond angry at her. It LOOKED like she had just left him at Lex Corp after all. She'd be mad at her. All she knew was that he took Rosie off of a bus.

And then that lovely little image that the martian had shoved into her head of Rosie lying dead on the floor reared its ugly head again. Gossamer froze, and nearly dropped the tracker out of her hand and off the building.

Rosie...she had no idea what he had done to Rosie while he had her. What if...what if he'd already done something to her? What if she was dead? No...no it would be worse. If he was as mad at her as she was afraid he was....it was going to be worse. She wouldn't be dead yet. He'd be saving something special just for her.

No. Come on, stop it. Calm down. Focus. The boy said that if he hadn't hurt her physically, then he'd have done something mentally to her. Just go in there, find her, put her to sleep, then get out of there. Simple as that. Sort everything else out later. Get this done, then go scream, cry, and toss some furniture out the window for no reason other than to just throw something later.

Right? Yeah. Good. Okay. Calm down. Focus. And get off the roof. We'll just start with getting off the roof.

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….any minute now...


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Vice, unfortunately, wasn't quite as fast as Gossamer when it came to covering blocks and blocks of city streets. She had teleportation. He had.....roof top hopping and swinging from building to building with a hooked chain. Like some gothed-out Spider-Man or something. They didn't have one of those, right? Really, how stupid would that look? He was so....cheerful all the time. Sarcastically cheerful anyway.

While Gossamer was already at the building in question, Vice was....a few blocks back. Walking down the street, his eyes focused on the buildings around him, and his little tracker. A large frown on his face. You'd think with how hard he'd been combing this city before....he'd be more familiar with a little green electronic map of the city. But...he had no clue where Goss had finally stopped. Where he was. Or where h- ggkt!

Before Vice could dwell on anything else, his leg collided with something small, but large enough to trip him. His gaze quickly moved from the tall buildings to the concrete in one swift motion. And his face became familiar with that little patch of concrete in the same motion. After slamming face first into the concrete, Vice groaned and rolled over to sit himself back up. A small, and rather cute little snort of suppressed laughter belted out beside him.

Vice looked over, and found a little girl in a black and red dress dragging a large shopping bag standing beside him. Both of her hands were covering her mouth, trying to hide a giggle fit that was threatening to bubble up. Her little black wig, that looked as though she didn't put much effort into it other than shoving it onto her head, had a few strands of bright red hair peeking through it. And her dark red eyes, ones rather similar to the little image of Rosie Gossamer had showed him, were large and filled with an amused little sparkle.

Vice just sat there for a moment and blinked back at her, holding his hand over his nose to try and ease the pain. ”.....R-....Rosie?” he asked.

The little girl didn't reply, and didn't move her hands from her mouth. She did however quickly nod her head yes as another puff of air slipped through her fingers in a quick little snort.

Raider froze and stared back at the hero. Again, he really, really didn't know what to do. Not do anything and risk Joker getting angry with him for the last time, or risk getting a stay in the hospital from Batman.

Tink had tensed up when Batman had mentioned the wall. That should have been all the answer Terry needed. And that was all the answer he was actually going to get out of the man. He wasn't about to get on Joker's bad side by telling.