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 Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2016 8:53 am
Before long, they'd be safely away from the screaming sirens, down below swiveling beams of lights whipped about dancing all over the tree lined cemetery, the cities finest were on the prowl, they'd only have a twenty minute head start before the grounds were fully covered, the GCPD and potentially even Nightwing made aware of Cranes escape. Once he had found himself in working order, content he'd thankfully left nothing behind, despite the scuffle with the hero and... Ivy, Crow answered Enigma's earlier question down below, about the Clown Prince, a man whose unpredictable brutalities had no rival, "--So, you wish to know about the clown eh? For a man with a hard on for question marks, you sure do ask a lot," Crane joked, smirking softly before continuing, "--Joker is a wild card, no name, no actual past, as if he's the very embodiment of chaos made flesh. Highly unpredictable, you always have to be on your toes around him, one moment he'll be your best ally, strong and deadly, in the next he'll be turning his gun on you in a fire fight, simply because he doesn't like the way you nose sits on your face... Or some such nonsense. Take out the rest of the world if you want, but whatever you do ALWAYS leave Joker the pleasure of offing the Batman, believe me... It's a lot less messy if you just let him have the honor... I may be the Master of Fear, but I'm not stupid... Joe will gut anyone passionately if they try to steal that away from him. Besides that, Bat s**t insane, works well in a fight, Joker takes damage like a pro, powering through it with a sort of super insanity. IF... And I do mean IF he wants to come out and play, do not think for one second he is on our side, Joker plays for only one side, his own... Besides that, I suppose he's adequate... Shall we pay him a visit? Might as well gather anyone we can to do... Whatever it is you've hidden under your sleeve, and what pray tell... Is that exactly?" Crow questioned, brow raising up from beneath his mask, "--At some point I'll need to return back to my lab, I need to fetch a few of my things before the police confiscate them,"
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2016 3:11 pm
Sinister Scarecrow Sorry for leaving you hanging but there's more going on then meets the eye with the Riddler but there always is biggrin  Edward sighed up rubbed the bridge of his nose with his index finger and his thumb as he walked over to the side of the roof, placing a foot on the ledge of the roof he leaned his elbow on his knee resting his chin in the palm of his hand. Crane wasn't telling him anything Edward didn't already know about the crackpot. IF... And I do mean IF he wants to come out and play, do not think for one second he is on our side, Joker plays for only one side, his own... Besides that, I suppose he's adequate... Shall we pay him a visit? Might as well gather anyone we can to do... Whatever it is you've hidden under your sleeve, and what pray tell... Is that exactly?" Edward struggled to keep from laughing to loudly but a chuckle did escape his lips. Spinning his cane from beside him into the crook of his arm he turned around and looked at Jonathan Crane "There has never been a We" Edward said with a smile as he walked over to Crane and shook his head "I would never work alongside an imbecile such as yourself" Edward said before pushing a small gold button on his cane and walking away from Crane with a subtle laugh turning and face Crane one more time as Edward stood on the edge of the building "You owe me a debt Crane, don't think I wont collect"" Edward called out. With the end of his sentence he free fell backwards off the building into a small two man bright green helicopter and flew off into the dark night sky. {EXIT}
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 9:12 am
Enigma the Riddler ((And its cool Eddie, I know thats just how 'he' is xD just like Crane is himself)) Edwards laugh did not deter John, although his brow furrowed slightly under his mask, pompous jackass was chiding him, "--There has never been a WE, I would never work alongside an imbecile such as yourself," most might have been livid with the insult, but not Crane, very few perturbed him, call it his dead calm exterior, if anything it was a breach of contract, freeing him... he was still more steamed over Ivy's timely intrusion, "--You owe me a debt Crane, don't think I wont collect," before he could dramatically fly off in his copter, Crow snarkily replied, "--I don't owe you a single thing Nigma, after all... you don't work with imbeciles, and I never asked for your help... fool," the rakish boogeyman hissed, whirling on heel, he too would be gone, simply taking Edward's act of freeing him, as little more then a simple convenience, he had absolutely no intention on 'paying it back'.
Edwards machinations were his own, Scarecrow had his own agenda, he had no desire to play a part in his foolish little mind games, Riddles? What was he five? Huffing annoyedly, Crane kept close to the shadows, moving swiftly like a whisper lost within the encroaching darkness, all around him even now the streets ran red, screams piercing the calm of the blustery evening, filling him with joy, above black winter clouds swallowed the nighttime moon, devouring her entirely into its mass... the perfect evening, shame he hadn't still been spending it at the cemetery. 'Mustn't dwell' he thought, winding his way through the Labyrinth, until finally he reached the belly of St. Bastien's home for the criminally insane. A dilapidated building of some age, decommissioned after Arkham had come into existence, making way for a new age, a new home for the mentally relenting madman born in the swollen dirty streets of the city. Naturally this was not John's home, he'd purchased property elsewhere under a different moniker, filled with his beloved instruments of fear, a sort of museum... a shrine built to the ever elusive phobias, entering inside through an unassuming panel, he'd need to retrieve his notes... he had work to do.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2016 8:02 am
Retrieval of the notes had been easy, over simplified even, with any other criminal he was certain they would have been hurt that they hadn't been stopped, or if anything the attempt at least made. Crane preferred the solace, always had... His work far more important then the glory of being an A lister, in the criminal world, of having "Fans" Joker thrived off the attention, despite his non admittance, if Crane could diagnosis him he was certain he could make a case, if Batman only ignored him chances are he'd simply retire, but old habits die hard, they were destined to dance forever.
His notes, and the manuscript he'd come upon told signs of an artifact of emense power, such power it was foretold of those who drank of its properties, could conjure illusions of terror at whim, seemed tailor made for the King of Fear, he had to have it. Last known resting place was said to be lost being smuggled illegally underground in the old subway tunnels, just below it decades prior other illegal cargo was being shipped out. Straightening his coat, he walked silently keeping to the shadows, leather doctors bag carried in tow, he was a man on a mission, determined to retrieve the scroll lost to the ages.
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