The Joker
Villain
"No, I don?t keep count. But you do. And I love you for it."
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Post by The Joker on Jun 17, 2012 19:54:17 GMT -5
Having been mugging/killing random pedestrians for the past ten minutes, Joker became rather bored. "No sport left in these crickets." he half whined as he counted the money he had taken, "Four hundred and.....twelve.....nope, not enough. Plus body count is way down this go..." He brandished his pistol and grinned wickedly at it. "...and that's no fun." He slunk down the street and moved toward his old hideaway at the Laugh-A-Torium downtown. Kicking the door in, he withdrew several bazookas, a few machine guns and several grenades, tossing them all in the back of his purple Jokermobile. He hopped into the driver's seat and sped out into the city. As he went, he put the car into automatic pilot (because he just loved the idea of having automatic pilot in a car. Cheap laugh) and he began to fire rockets at buildings, cars, you name it. "Never said it couldn't be twenty-five mil in PROPERTY DAMAGE!" he cackled as he sped down the streets.
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Post by The Penguin on Jun 17, 2012 21:20:48 GMT -5
The Penguin had committed a number of crimes as the evening progressed, from jewelry stores to fancy seafood restaurants. His final strike was on at the Gotham City Museum of Fine Art, where he used his trick umbrella to take out the security system, grabbed the famous painting Hawks Over Havana, and then used his umbrella copter to escape approaching security. Before he rode back to the Iceberg Lounge in his Duck Car, he decided to play his hand on the Joker. Again, no one said one could not use "legal" tactics, and it was perfectly legal to call the police. Spotting the Joker in action, he picked up his penguin-shaped cell phone and made the call. However, he did quack at the fact that the Joker himself was blatantly breaking the rules of the bet.
"I'd like to report some rather malicious activity," he said, then giving the location and details. "Who am I? Merely a concerned citizen. The police are on their way now? Splendid." He then hung up the phone. "Welcome back to Arkham, you green-haired gargoyle!" He then drove away with his own loot.
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The Joker
Villain
"No, I don?t keep count. But you do. And I love you for it."
Posts: 19
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Post by The Joker on Jun 17, 2012 22:28:04 GMT -5
The Joker heard the sound of sirens behind him, mixed with the roar of helicopters. His grin became a scowl. He didn't want them. They were fodder. Less than. He wanted Batsy to come out and play. "Oh, well, when a plan falls apart...." he said as he turned around and fired several more rockets at the pursuing cars, watching them burst into flames and disrupt the other cars. Chuckling to himself, he swerved his car back toward the Iceberg Lounge. "Rules shmules."
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Post by The Penguin on Jun 17, 2012 22:44:15 GMT -5
The Penguin quacked happily back at the Iceberg Lounge. In front of him was a heap of cash and fine collection of stolen goods. Blocks away, the police, and maybe even Batman, where taking care of the Joker. The Penguin felt assured that at least for a number of years, he would have the Joker out of his feathers. Meanwhile, his goons and Bluebird scratched their heads at the sight of the loot.
"Pengy, I'm not all that good at math, but I don't think you got enough for the twenty-five million here," she said.
"No matter, my dear," said the Penguin. "I'm finally rid of that white-faced hyena. And even if he did show up, he broke the rules of the bet. So one way or another, I'm threw with him." The Penguin then grabbed a bottle of champagne. "Let's celebrate everyone! A toast to the greatest criminal in the history of Gotham. Ha-Za!" The Penguin then motioned for the band to strike up. He took hold of Bluebird and the two danced again. "Quite a shame though. The Joker and I used to be a bit of a dynamic duo ourselves... until that giggling twit of his came along." Then Penguin tended to forget the two never really got along before that either.
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The Joker
Villain
"No, I don?t keep count. But you do. And I love you for it."
Posts: 19
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Post by The Joker on Jun 18, 2012 0:04:57 GMT -5
The doors to the Iceberg Lounge were opened. Well, the whole front was. By the Joker's purple car. The reinforced steel on the exterior allowed it to plow through the doors with no trouble. Cackling like the mad dog he was, the Joker leaped out of the car and had his bazooka handy. He aimed it directly at the chandelier above the band and fired it before throwing the unloaded weapon behind the bar. "GAME'S NOT OVER YET, OZZIE BABY!" he howled as he withdrew a machine gun from within his coat and began to spray-and-pray throughout the establishment, the flashes from the muzzle lighting up his already demonic visage.
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Post by The Penguin on Jun 18, 2012 0:35:31 GMT -5
"GREAT HEAVENLY PARASOLS!!!!" screamed The Penguin, going for his bullet-proof umbrella. He opened it and shielded himself from the bullets. Bluebird ran for cover and Beak and Talon hid and fired two umbrella machine guns. All they accomplished though was doing further damage to the Lounge.
"You Ringling Brothers Reject!" quacked the Penguin as he grabbed another umbrella. "I may not have kept you from entering my club again, but I'll damn well see to it that you don't exit alive!"" He then grabbed his Flame Thrower Umbrella and in his rage, began spreading fire everywhere, including on the loot. "NOOOOOO! My precious stolen treasures!"" he quacked, throwing down the umbrella. He then looked at his goons. "Well get the fire extinguishers, you idiots!"" Beak and Talon did so, making a further mess with them. The Penguin then fell to his knees and quacked madly at what was left of his club. "Alright...enough of this... the bet's off!"
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The Joker
Villain
"No, I don?t keep count. But you do. And I love you for it."
Posts: 19
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Post by The Joker on Jun 18, 2012 0:49:09 GMT -5
"Just as well, old bird," Joker said as he threw his gun through a window, shattering it, "Out of ammo anyway......oh, wait." He unbuttoned his vest and revealed the grenades strapped to it. "So....drink, then?" he giggled as he took a seat nearby that was only partially destroyed from the gunfire and various other types of fire that had gone on, "And we'll see where it goes from there." He drummed his fingers idly on the table, watching the bottom of the tablecloth smoke from the fire. It eventually fizzled out, but hey....fire was always fun.
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Post by The Penguin on Jun 18, 2012 0:57:32 GMT -5
"Why not, old boy,"" said the Penguin. "Could use one...or ten."" He then motioned for Beak and Talons to bring over a bottle of whiskey for both of them.
Soon, the two were sitting there, whiskey and popcorn shrimp with cocktail sauce in front of them. The Penguin looked around at what was left of his place and sighed. The place could be rebuilt... at some point, and the loot of course wasn't his to begin with. He sat quietly for a while, popping shrimp into his mouth.
"So... how's that girl of yours, Holly or whatever her name is?" he asked, trying to make some kind of conversation.
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