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The clown pretended to muse over the PA system. "How about the Clown Prince of Crime? The Ace of Knaves? The Harlequin of Hate? Or maybe just stick to the basics and go with the Joker... Yes, that seems to be more your speed. Always remember the K.I.S.S. rule with heroes... Keep It Simple, Stupid... Heheheheheh..."

Arell's voice appeared through the static in the radio.

"Breaker Breaker, turkey s**t. You just gone t' war wit' a Cajun. It's on." he growled and fired up the truck engine. It had gone to a waiting game to getting ready to shoot, drive into and wreak havoc in as much as he could. He prowled until the front bumper of his truck was just inside the carnival.

"You have one minute to surrender, or I start wreckin'." he growled. Fumbling through the truck until he found his Reverend Horton Heat mixtape. A little party music. he thought.

Arell rolled his eyes. He hated that "dumb hick" persona . . . being a Cajun, he was a little above that, and was more than reasonable with this guy. "Yer funeral, laughin' boy." he growled and dropped the mic, firing up the mixtape and loading the sawed-off with some shells. He tore into the carnival, firing shells, blasting the music as loud as the stereo could go, the tires screamed as he started his rampage into the Carnival.

The sudden movement of the truck over his cameras,as well as a few of them going out from the Cajun's rampage, caught the clown's eyes. Well, at least he knew where he was. The clown wasn't terribly worried; all of his more important buildings had been reinforced with tempered steel, just like the one that Shadow Spider had been in before she died. Just went to show you... Never underestimate the stupidity of a drunk Cajun redneck. But then again, that's exactly what he'd wanted. Now, Goss won't have a choice BUT to stop him, to 'protect' Rosie. Which means... She'll be inside. And then, the REAL fun can begin...

The truck DID take out the door, but it wasn't going anywhere else anytime soon. Or likely, ever. To say that it was totalled was like saying that water was wet. Joker saw the incident over a camera that hadn't been annihilated by Arell. "Oh, look at THAT. You made a hole. In a building. Now you can go in. Like I've been trying to make you for the last fifteen friggin' minutes. Don't feel so smart now, huh? HA!" At least the PA was in mostly-working order; only a small nimber of the speakers had been destroyed.

Rosie stared at Joker with wide eyes as he lost his temper, but...smiled easily enough when he apologized. Her attention was fixed on both the Joker's conversation with the others, and with the truck that barreled through the park.


Meanwhile, on the rooftops, Sapphire was STILL trying to convince Gossamer to go in with her. After the Joker had said something about "people dying because of YOUR failures", Gossamer's mood just...changed. She kept saying that she could just turn around and leave right now, THEN what would the clown be able to do. But....she just wasn't moving from her spot.

Whatever was wrong, Sapphire was getting tired of it. But, by that time, they had another distraction. Claws scraping against brick and metal.

After a moment or two, Alex appeared on the rooftop with Shadow's still covered form draped over her shoulder. She made her way onto the rooftop and looked up at them as she paused to catch her breath. He eyes fell on Gossamer, and they immediately became slits.
She stood, carried Roxanne over to the two other women, then gently sat her on the ground. As she stepped back, she pulled Roxanne's cloak off of her face.

Sapphire took a few steps back, and Gossamer looked down with...a rather unreadable expression. This only seemed to anger Alex further.
"Well...? You're the one he want's, aren't you?" she growled.

Gossamer didn't say anything.

Before Alex had a chance to sink her claws into the back of Gossamer's head and DRAG her down and into the Park, gunshots rang out.

All three women turned their attention towards the truck flying through the park. Gunning it and going full speed into the door of a building.

Sapphire frowned. "He's going to kill someone doing something like that. What if Joker had people on the other side of that door that aren't working for-" she began, then stopped when she seen the expression on Gossamer's face suddenly change. She looked....even more horrified than she had when she heard the girl's voice on the speaker.

Before Sapphire could utter another word, Gossamer was just....gone. Evaporated in an explosion of mist.

Sapphire's frown deepened. So...did she go in? Or did she leave?

All the while, as Carlie moved and bantered with the Joker, and Elasa attempted to console the two women, one man was in the shadows, his eyes locked onto Time Drake and Arell. He had been slinking around the carnival since it had gone quiet some time ago, staying clear of the cameras; when you were trained by Slade Wilson himself, you learned to be extremely cautious and stealthy, to the point that not even the likes of Superman could detect you if you didn't want to be detected.

Calvin Bridges, also known as Apex, narrowed his eyes at Arell. The man was very... Uncouth, and reckless. And then he looked to the boy, Tim Drake. The third Robin. What exactly was one so young doing here to begin with?

The moment Deathstroke had received word of the Joker commandeering an entire amusement park, he had ordered Apex to infiltrate the area and investigate, find out what the Joker was up to, and possibly kill him if the need arose. He didn't know anything about Joker's vendetta against "Gossamer", or whether the girl he had heard on the PA system earlier had to do with her or not, and he honestly didn't care. He was here for a mission, and that was what he was going to be doing. He didn't fear the Joker; in fact, he didn't really fear anything anymore. So he was going to find the Joker and subdue him, or kill him. It was that simple.