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Post by Hatter on Mar 1, 2016 15:52:02 GMT -5
This section is for roleplay only. Please used Gotham Roleplay (OOC) for chat regarding the roleplay out of character.
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Post by Scarecrow on Mar 2, 2016 1:37:42 GMT -5
Mad Hatter also IC:  Setting: Abandoned House/outskirts of the city. THUNK THUNK THUNK! Scarecrow drove the butcher’s knife into a pumpkin as though he was in the midst of a cheesy horror film. The blade was unnecessarily large and sharp for the job, but no matter. The only reason Jonathan selected it was so that he could take out his aggression on the poor squash. He liked to pretend it was a person and the pumpkin guts were instead human. He even thought he heard the pumpkin scream once or twice. It’s not as if he has any mental issues or anything. No, no. That’s nonsense! It was perfectly normal for a grown man to be decorating for Halloween at the beginning of March, wearing a burlap mask and talking to himself. He stopped his hacking only when there was a knock at the door. Scarecrow jumped off the living room floor to rush to the window like an excited child and peek out the ripped curtains with his wide blue eyes. When it was only a branch slapping against the side of his house, he frowned in all his disappointment. He checked the time on his grandfather clock and it would seem it was too early for his guests anyways. What guests? The freaks. The villains. The notorious rogue gallery of Gotham City. Not by his choice. No, Dr. Crane had received an invitation in the mail by Edward Nigma that the get together would be held at his house whether he liked it or not. There was no telling the sinister gang "no". They did what they wanted, when they wanted. It was best to let it go. The irony was that the letter was from Arkham Asylum and hand written on the back of his court appeal notice…that Edward probably wouldn’t bother using. In fact, Jonathan was certain he had escaped by now to make the appearance. Just to be safe, Jonathan had hidden guns and knives everywhere throughout the house. He checked the pistol taped under the table where he would be sitting. When it was still there, Jonathan tapped it and made a cooing sound. He had to take precautions when he was in the presence of other extremely dangerous lunatics. The last time they had a meeting for plotting and scheming, Joker had cut Hatter across the face. Hatter never learns and will continue to make unwanted sexual advances to all. Speaking of which, where was the madman? Scarecrow searched the house and was surprised to find Jervis still in the same position and spot as he was hours ago. Jonathan rushed forward to make sure the crazy man was alive. He shook him and slapped Jervis across the face. Even then Hatter did not wake. He checked for a pulse and when there was a heartbeat, Scarecrow punched him in the head for frightening him. This finally woke Jervis and he fell to the floor awkwardly in a crumbled mess of long limbs. He rose confused, swinging and lost his balance. Jonathan easily dodged the attack and let Jervis fall forward onto a table to break it. The lamp and everything on it shattered. “What is the fucking matter with you!!!” Jervis screamed and went for Jonathan’s neck. Scarecrow once again slipped away from the advance. Hatter knocked into an old record player and caused it to start up. The Moody Blues started playing Nights in White Satin which only furthered Hatter’s rage. The tall, lanky man swung about and when he found Jonathan too quick to catch he fell on top of his empty liquor bottles in defeat. He lights a cigarette and stared upward with his wide, unusual eyes. “What day is it?” “Are you aware of the hypodermic needle sticking out of your arm?” Dr. Crane didn’t even bother for an answer. “Get ready to come down stairs, you look terrible.” With that, Jonathan left Jervis to his hungover self. Hatter pulled out the syringe and rose once more. He swayed back and forth, thumping against the wall for support. He shook his head to try and rid himself of the dizzy spell. “Are you aware of the hypodermic needle sticking out of your arm?” Jervis mocked in a high pitched voice. “Fucking asshole always causing me shit-“ He curses as he slides himself to the bathroom to take a piss. “Cunt fucking bitch nigger pussy faggot-“ He is startled at his appearance in the mirror, not recognizing himself at first. There was blood on him and he wasn’t sure of the source. He shrugged and continued with his mission. |
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Post by Sanguine on Mar 2, 2016 18:40:23 GMT -5
Arkham Asylum outbreaks, nothing too new for the city of Gotham but it was still ‘Breaking News’ worthy. It was still important to warn the citizens that lunatics are on the loose, especially when the whole gang of the worst bursts out of there one by one, day by day. The worst part was it could have been a prison outbreak, yet it was choreographed for one criminal to escape each day. Security becomes tighter, they still escape. The last to escape was Edward Nygma, he liked the challenge. One person who never escaped, never got the chance to, was Catherine Bone. On the day she was supposed to escape, someone decided to not only set off fireworks all around the asylum, but also jumbo crackers inside the building. Of course, that set off the phonophobic Catherine into an extremely violent fit whereas she was restrained and contained in a padded chamber with noise isolation headphones on. The culprit? The Joker.
During the time she spent in catatonic state, alone in an inescapable room, a series of fires and explosions broke out in Gotham city. Every Bone family member besides herself was killed in the fires. If the smoke and fire didn’t kill them, a knife did. Days later, a social worker visited Catherine, and deemed her fit to be released into society with full rights to her family properties.
The sound of tires against gravel was becoming louder as a dull green car approached the house. The engine died and the driver opened the trunk to grab a large case containing wine, vodka, whiskey and the sorts. Edward Nygma knocked with the end of the case, the result being a very loud knock. He then proceeded to attempt pushing down the handle with the weight of it. Whether he was successful or if Jonathon opened the door, Edward stepped inside. ‘’Hi’’ The Riddler said pleasantly, smiling. He placed the case down on the nearest surface. ‘’So that’s where Jervis has been staying?’’ He didn’t see The Hatter, he smelled him. ‘’You should make him pay rent with air refreshers.’’ There was the smell of alcohol and drugs, worse than the worst bar.
He took more steps inside, looking around the house and examining it as it was his nature to examine his surroundings ‘’Oh and The Joker is coming. I wouldn’t have invited him but he did help Catherine’’ The man shrugged but then his attention changed to far more pressing matters. The sound of a car speeding over, judging from noise it was making, it was far too close for such a speed.
The house rattled when the car finally parked- bumping into the house but not crashing. The airbag exploded from the harsh brake and the car alarm went off. Moments later the car backed off from ramming into the entryway and a small woman climbed out of it. She was wearing a white and red dress with ribbons, polka dots and puffs and all the things you would not expect to see in Jonathon Crane’s house. Catherine had clips in her hair that were barely holding onto the very short hair she had and as usual, the sound isolating headphones.
‘’Hi!’’ Said the bundle of joy, excitedly waving at both Nygma and Crane after The Riddler opened the door to see what that was about.
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Post by Scarecrow on Mar 3, 2016 4:55:45 GMT -5
  Scarecrow made no effort to get the door for Edward. This was only because it amused him to watch Eddie struggle with the doorknob and a handful of liquor. When Riddler finally figured it out and entered, Jonathan approached as if he had just noticed the guest and was just now moving to help. “Hi,” Jonathan said back in the same tone. They were two socially awkward individuals who were never good with small talk. So Jonathan just stared at Edward until he brought up the topic of Jervis. This didn’t sit well with the creepy homeowner. He had taken a great deal of pride in the appearance of his house. He had put forth so much effort to unclean! He added more dust and spider web so perfectly among his jars of organs, antique medical books, torture devices, and sculptures made of human remains. Had Edward not noticed his perfect display of jack-o-lanterns and taxidermy critters?! Instead he insulted the smell and truly, Jonathan had been living around Hatter for so long it concerned him that he didn’t notice. He replied by extending his bony hand to assist Eddie with taking some of the booze. When Edward moved to hand over a case of beer, Jonathan purposely slipped up on the exchange so it crashed to the floor. Without another word he moved up the stairs to take care of the situation. By the time he reentered Hatter’s room, the sounds of crashing caught his attention. He felt the house shake and Scarecrow moved for the window to spot Catherine tear up his lawn, driving like the lunatic she is. Jonathan didn’t blink. He only stared blankly as the escaped inmate tumbled out of the vehicle. He was half surprised it wasn’t Joker. Then again, he knew better. Joker loved to make an appearance at the worst possible time and ruin everything. It was his unpredictability that was predictable to someone like Dr. Crane. He allowed Riddler to greet Catherine at the door. He was certain that they’d both grow bored and follow him, so it wasn’t much concern for Jonathan to entertain just yet. Instead he kicked open the door to the bathroom to deal with the real issue at hand. Jervis had fallen asleep again, only this time he was over the side of the bathtub with his top hat on the toilet. The top hat had a smiley face drawn on it with white marker and Scarecrow turned it around because it made him uncomfortable watching him. Then he reached for Hatter’s long legs to throw him the rest of the way into the tub. When the water from the showerhead hit Hatter, he groaned and was carrying on about something along the lines of not having a reflection and that he was immortal. “You’ve done too many drugs Hatter. Take off your clothes.” “Are we going to fuck?” This caused Hatter’s eyes to widen. He abruptly sobered and it surprised Jonathan. “I charge a pretty penny. Twelve dollars.” “Twelve dollars?” “Five dollars.” “Jervis, I wouldn’t pay a cent for you. Now take your clothes off, you pissed yourself.” Jonathan growled at the madman. Hatter removed his clothes and tried to do a sexual action toward Scarecrow. Jonathan hit him to stop and the two men proceed to fight in a strange manner. Jervis trying to kiss, hump, and lick. Jonathan throwing punches and squeezing shampoo at him. “I like to take it to the face like this-“ *THUMP* The bottle was thrown at him violently. By the time Edward or Catherine would investigate the loud noises in the bathroom, Jervis had Jonathan’s mask ripped almost completely off and Jonathan was pulling the man’s long, black hair. They were screaming at one another, splashing water everywhere, and breaking random things throughout the bathroom. |
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Post by Coke on Mar 3, 2016 20:17:15 GMT -5
 Parties? I mean, everyone loooved parties. Especially one Dr. Harleen Quinzel. Well... Harley Quinn as she was so lovingly referred to these days. And a Halloween party in March, that was the bee's knees. Harley was among those whom had broken out of Arkham... some time ago since she didn't lollygag like some people we know *coughRiddlercough*. Any kind of party was her scene, but ones that held all of her favorite people those ones just couldn't be beat. She arrived, like a queen, at exactly the time she wanted. She was neither early or late, she slammed open Crane's door at the precise moment she had planned too. "Oh Johnny boy!" she called, hips moving from side to side in her typically manner, gum snapping between pearly white teeth. "The party has arrived!" Now, she looked around with pursed lips, bubble blowing and popping between them,where was everyone at? The distinct smell of unwashed flesh provided an immediate answer and (assuming Eddie had gone after Johnny Boy), she sashayed her way up the seemingly endless steps. "What is everyone doin' up here? There is s'pose ta be a parteh happening downstairs!" Leaning against the door frame, her eyes swept across the rag tag group before landing on Crane himself. "Where's mah puddin' pop? Is he not here yet?" Whether Joker liked it or not, and nine times outta ten he didn't, he'd always be her puddin' pop. "And why are well all up here?" Cotton candy pink, and bodacious blue her hair might be, but under it all she was so blond even blonds got dumb blond jokes. She was oblivious to the others in the room and expected an answer... Right now. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile.... in the Batcave ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  Barbara Gordon sat at one of the large computer banks watching information scroll passed on the screen. She had been watching it for hours without moving more than her hand to bring the cup of frigid coffee to her lips over and over again. Alfred hovered every now and again, replacing the coffee as the young woman worked. She was on bat duty tonight, and wanted something more enthralling than a bunch of hoodlums robbing liquor stores. She wanted one of the big bads that Bruce constantly got to go up against. Call it ambition, or insanity, but she needed to feel the pump of adrenaline for something more than petty theft. That was too easy. Not challenging enough. And as much as Bruce had warned her against trying to go after the big names alone, she continued to watch the screens, ever aware of Alfred's presence. She was surprised he was keeping quiet, not trying to talk her out of doing this. He'd fail anyways, and she was sure he'd know that. He'd also call Bruce, she knew that too, the moment she suited up and hit the streets. But she was going to do it anyways. Once she found where all the escaped convicts of Arkham were planning on gathering. It was a waiting game, and it was a game she was more than tired of playing. |
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Post by Sanguine on Mar 5, 2016 18:19:28 GMT -5
Different kinds of liquor bottles crashed down to the floor, some bottles broke instantly but others were unharmed. Red wine, vodka and whiskey pooled together at the entrance that Catherine crashed in through moments later after Jonathon had left. Eddie thought nothing of it other than it being an innocent accident. What else could it be? He didn’t say anything rude, not that he can figure out.
‘’Hey Catherine, if a red house is made of red bricks and has a red wooden door, and a yellow house is made of yellow bricks and has yellow wooden door, then what is a greenhouse made of?’’ Nygma sometimes talks too fast for Catherine’s liking but she still managed to lip read his words, she’s good at that since she chooses to be deaf. The girl in the overly cute and childish dress stopped to think, not very hard but her eyebrows were furrowed and she seemed deep in though. There’s always a catch to his riddles and she supposed green bricks and green wood aren’t a thing; That gave her the idea that maybe the wood is still alive! ‘’Trees!’’
The Riddler’s smile vanished whilst his head turned to the left, thinking over her answer despite already knowing it’s incorrect. He straightened up and smiled, pointing a finger up ‘’Wrong answer’’ His wrist twirled till he was pointing downwards on the shattered glass ‘’Glass.’’ Being wrong didn’t bother Cathie, so far she had not answered a single riddle of his correctly. She would follow Crane around and be a pain all night, that’s always fun. Edward followed her up the stairs when it became too loud, He found the short woman staring at the two curiously, wondering what they’re doing. Fighting? Cuddling?
Something else caught her attention; A very pretty lady. ‘’Is that cotton candy?!’’ Catherine piped up excitedly at Harley. Hastily she stepped forward to observe her hair better, catching Harley’s question with some difficulty, Since the former psychiatrist had a certain way of moving her lips. ‘’Joker?’’ Her eyes rolled to the side thoughtfully ‘’Hm… He stopped by my house this morning. Took one of the big cars and said he’ll be here… Which reminds me, he also said that we should turn on the TV.’’
In Joker’s eyes, a celebration isn’t a real celebration with just some booze and psychotic company. You ought to really light it up. Meanwhile, the city of Gotham was experiencing some strange difficulties caused by him. What do you need to get a party started? A woman had walked into a liquor store, drenched herself in alcohol whilst laughing with a wide cut mouth that leaked blood. She started a match and continued to laugh while burning alive, current condition unknown. An employee at a pizza place locked up early with customers still inside, he began laughing when one of the customers commented on the smell of a gas leak and then proceeded to light a cigarette; Boom. A records shop went up in flames and a single isle of a super market as well; Party cone hats and little fireworks buzzed and frizzled inside the flame. The last wouldn’t have been news worthy if the cashier wasn’t standing outside, wearing a burning party cone hat, having a crippled laugh with a deformed mouth.
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Post by Nature on Mar 7, 2016 2:55:17 GMT -5
One of the more recent escapees from the infamous Arkham Asylum was feeling terribly peckish, but that was understandable when your diet consisted primarily of the blood of lesser, slower beings. Though she'd read the Riddler's note, she didn't think much of this meet-up idea and sought out her freedom instead. But, three square meals a day were a lot easier to come by in their concrete-walled home without drawing too much attention to yourself there, even if it had a funny taste from being heated in the microwave and it wasn't at all human. It wasn't at all pig either, what with the preservatives to keep it thin and fresh for a few days, and it tasted of the plastic bag it came in.
Even that, however, was better than nothing; Nocturna's last stolen blood pack had been devoured the night before last, just after her flight from the asylum and the bulk of her evening had been spent looking for a good place where she could sleep and hide out from the sun. An old warehouse had done the job until the late afternoon until the marble-skinned woman had been woken by the scent of some guard dog sniffing about. The dark-haired thief spent that night procuring something to wear other than those horribly cheap, awful Arkham clothes and hunting down a better place to sleep- an empty ground floor apartment down the street from a pizza place.
Now, you could expect a certain amount of smoke from a second rate pizza place, but not enough that it billowed in thick, choking clouds that were pervasive enough to squeeze into the apartment through the window the pale-skinned woman kept cracked, and it stirred the shapely huntress from her rest far too early for the second night in a row. Snarling and coughing, Natalia Mitternacht clawed her way past the thick curtains that blocked the propped open window and she shouldered her way through the narrow opening. It was a tight fit and a splinter from the bottom of the window frame stuck her through the thin fabric of her stolen grey sweatshirt. Natalia pulled the sliver free with one hand and buried her face in the crook of her elbow, her dark eyes watering from the acrid smoke.
That helped, somewhat, but as the too-pale woman turned to peer curiously towards the burning building and the screaming sirens of newly arrived firetrucks, another gout of smoke carried the succulent smell of hot copper and iron. The scent hit her like a freight train and her stomach knotted itself with a painful growl.
Food.
Her eyes shone and not just with smokey tears, but a sudden, terrible hunger that twisted up her insides and made her skin itch as if thousands of ants were crawling around just an inch under the surface.
People tended to gawk at accidents, police and first responders were usually occupied keeping them away and tending to the wounded at the heart of the problem. So a gawker on the fringes, near a shadowy alleyway, well... They might find themselves extraordinary unlucky if they got bored and wandered just out of sight. She didn't have time or the patience to steal more clothing, go to a bar and reel in a cheap drunk whose blood was weighed down with enough alcohol that she'd be half-drunk herself later. So she stalked into the street, towards the ruckus of the fire.
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A tall, violet haired woman slithered through the front door sometime after the shattering of far too many bottles of perfectly good alcohol and she traced her lower lip with the tips of her mutilated tongue in a nervous tick as she stepped past the charmingly grotesque decorations in the front room. One hand clutched her tattered invitation while her other smoothed the snake-skin pattered dress she wore but her features bore a look of careful impassiveness and she blinked golden, slitted eyes and stared at the headset-wearing woman and the consort of the clown as Harley moved up the stairs. Elizabeth Vetch was absolutely silent as the TV sang its cheery news of fires, but as it cut to a quick commercial, the snake-eyed woman cleared her throat.
“Ssso...” Taipan hissed and then paused to listen for half a moment to the thumping sounds coming from the bathrom. But as she continued, she turned her face towards Nygma unblinkingly and cocked her head. “Why are we here?” More specifically, she might have meant herself, but a general answer to why they were all gathered here for Hallowe'en in march- Joker's form of partying aside, was as good as any.
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Post by Hatter on Mar 7, 2016 5:07:34 GMT -5
   A butt naked Jervis and a very angry Crane were decking it out until they both realized that the doorway was filled with an audience. In unison, they look to the viewers as water splashed out of the tub and the mirror was shattered. Jonathan jumped off Hatter in fear it appeared he was doing something intimate with the man. He instead bent over to turn off the bathwater, keeping away from Hatter. Although Jervis was quick to fill the gap and thrust his groin against Dr. Crane’s backside. This launched Scarecrow into the tub and Hatter strolled out casually. He happily went straight for Harley, shoving his bare genitalia against her instead. “Hello my love, look at you. Did you get all dressed up for me?” His twisted grin crookedly slit across his mouth and his insane gaze fell on her makeup covered face. At his height, poor Harley was getting pinned by a giant. He attempted to grab her by the jaw and lick her mouth perversely. His grip was harsh, but she was probably used to it with the way Joker handled her. He’d get closer if she backed away, until she had nowhere to go. “Didn’t you miss me? Didn’t you MISS ME!?! HARLEY! LOOK AT ME!” Penguin entered after Eddie, Catherine, and Taipan. He held a smile on his pale face until he not only noticed Hatter was here, but what he was doing to poor Harley. Oswald took a step back, considering leaving now, but he had already been seen. Jervis was on top of him before he had any chance to escape. Jervis had him by the neck, “and you! You, you, you!” He kisses the man and slaps his cheek. Penguin had a disgusted expression, tense, and uncomfortable with the exchange. He glared until Tetch let him go and wandered around to find a pair of boots. Penguin reentered like nothing ever happened. “Did he tell you the house riddle?” He spoke to Catherine, “the answer is glass.” He mocked Edward as he turned his gaze from one person to another. “I assume we’re here to discuss debauchery and that sort of thing. Killing the Batman and all.” He answered Taipan. “Killing Batman is no fun. What is fun, is harming his loved ones.” Scarecrow sneered, “We punish the sidekicks by finding out their-“ “Fears?” Penguin finished, unimpressed. “Identities…” Dr. Crane finished through clenched teeth. “Well here’s an opportunity…” Oswald pulled out his cellphone from his pocket and held it for them all to see. He was playing a news clip of Joker’s fun throughout the city. “Why we’re all here planning, when Joker is already out there in the act? We need to go to him rather than hiding her like cowards.” “I’ll drive,” Jervis laughed manically and out of nowhere, holding car keys and wearing his top hat askew on his head. “Jiggly keys, jiggly keys.” |
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Post by koda on Mar 8, 2016 1:08:51 GMT -5
Parties....who had time for such nonsense? Well...Dr.Pam Isley did. Or at least she made time. She could always make time for her favorite little psycopath.
Fashionably late was more her style, which explained her delayed entry, [the writer has forgotten all posts up to this time. The writer is sorry.]
Long slender digits spanned out, fingertips brushing against the unopened rosebud, a small smile tugging the edge of her lips upward.
"Oh, little dear..all alone?"
She spoke, lips pursing before a slow sigh passed her lips.
"How brutish of them; let Ivy help you." The flower bloomed rapidly beneath her touch, responding to the gentle coos of the Belle.
When the bud fully opened she nodded, red locks falling to frame her viseage.
"How beautiful you are..."
A loving stroke of her thumb across the delicate petals before she paced away. Vines rapidly snaking along the building, wrapping it with lush greens, flowers of varying colors emerging, some larger than a standing man, drilling thick trails of sweet smelling nectar.
The air flooded with the thick aroma, annoncing her arrival long before sight of her would be acquired.
"Oh Har~ley~" echoedd the singsong voice.
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Post by Sanguine on Mar 8, 2016 18:12:11 GMT -5
E.Nigma was about to yank the hatter off Harley, he found his behavior disgusting and that he was being too rough with a woman and that didn’t sit well with the Riddler. Before he could yank him off, Jervis was all over Penguin, which /really/ didn’t sit well with Ed. He gripped the Hatter’s shoulder and yanked him away from the disgusted Penguin. ‘’You’re making the guest uncomfortable, Jervis.’’
The mockery in Penguin’s tone didn’t register with him, he mistook it for flattery as the Penguin actually remembered the riddle and knew its answer as well. Catherine nodded in reply ‘’I’m still upset the answer isn’t ‘Trees’. It makes so much sense…’’ The girl took no part in their conversation. After all, she wasn’t really a criminal mastermind, she wasn’t a criminal or a mastermind of any kind either. She was too simple, childish and she might just be the only one in the resident who was in fact released from Arkham while actually being crazy. Besides the fact she’s helped a few escape the asylum via opening gates, fetching keys and weapons or being a general distraction, there wasn’t much to her. Just that she’s that one overlooked mental ward idiot. Oh, and that her fear of sound translated into extremely violent and lethal fits of rage when provoked.
‘’His sidekicks should be swarming these attacks by now, considering Joker was very careful to leave his signature at each one. You know how they all are, very eager to please Daddy Bat than use their wits’’ Nygma was pouring himself a glass of wine from a bottle that was lucky enough not to break.
‘’Are those my keys?’’ Catherine questioned Jervis then proceeded to look in her Hello Kitty purse for whether her keys are in there or not.
A purple shirt, silk purple and red patterned tie, olive green vest, black leather gloves and a long purple coat adorned a happy Joker that waltzed in through the front door. His clothes were neat and clean; he had just picked them up from a tailor. The Joker bent down to pick up the bottom of a broken bottle of vodka that’s content now also contained whiskey and broken glass shards. He took a sip from a broken edge, remaining silent while everyone continued their discussion and watched his art on the television. He didn’t interrupt their conversation; it was entertaining to him that they were taking it all so seriously. Convinced they could actually kill the Batman.
He turned to Ivy, smiled and waved his hand pointing to all the flowers and plant life she had added. ‘’I love what you’ve done with the place, but the smell is a bit much. Seasonal allergies, ya know. ‘’
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Post by Nature on Mar 9, 2016 4:54:58 GMT -5
During the shoving match that ended with Dr. Crane drenched in the tub, Elizabeth had paid the Hatter little attention save for a brief scowl. No, her slitted eyes stayed fixed attentively on the Scarecrow though she made no move to help him out of the tub, not when it meant getting within reach of Jervis' sloppy affection as the man carried past her to maul Oswald.
Never mind that Crane would probably scream, recoil, and have a fit if she so much as invaded his personal bubble.
Taipan watched Jonathan climb sopping wet out of the tub with that uncanny habit of forgetting to blink as she let her mind wander and it took the costumed woman a moment to realize that the Penguin had returned and answered her question. Once she was paying proper attention and not ogling the Scarecrow, Elizabeth's lips tugged themselves into a slow, wide smile.
“We take the sidekicks and use their fears and...” the serpentine woman paused as Ivy entered and continued with a brighter smile. With so many poisoners in one room, you'd better keep your drinks covered. Of course in Ivy's case, that hardly mattered. “ -And vast amounts of poison to get them to betray each other. Oh and pain, lots of pain. Did I mention that? They may be stupidly loyal to Batman, but maybe they'll turn on each other easier.”
Taipan's thousand-yard stare flicked to Nygma and the violet-haired woman bobbed her head. “ We just need to catch one to start trying to figure out how to set traps for the rest of them. Joker's...” She stopped talking as the clown strolled in, blinked a few times and shrugged. “...here? Not going to watch the fun up close and personal?” Elizabeth directed the comment to Joker and then wrinkled her nose as Hatter reappeared with keys in one manic hand. “ If you're driving, I'm going to walk, it's probably safer, “ the snake quipped dryly.
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Post by Hatter on Mar 21, 2016 18:06:37 GMT -5
Jonathan grabbed a towel and cleaned himself off. Thankfully he landed pretty gracefully and managed not to get himself soaked from the tub water. He had the weird feeling that someone was watching him, so he spun around to find Taipan. Not only was she staring, but she did so in that non-blinking, creepy way. Yet before he could say anything, Taipan was already off speaking with the others. Scarecrow quietly followed, dismissing the awkward moment…because most moments are awkward for him.
Penguin laughed at all the mayhem on the television. It amused him and he looked up to see if anyone else was equally entertained. Joker did seem happy about it, so Oswald snickered with him before focusing back on his phone. It took him a moment to fully processed that Joker was on the news and right beside him. He jumped and did a double take, looking back to Joker wide eyed. “Oh, speak of the devil.” He slipped the phone away and threw his hands up. “I guess the party has truly started.”
“They’re my keys,” Jervis lied or was confused. Either way, he seemed serious about it. Obviously they belonged to Catherine and to /her/ car parked crookedly on the lawn. Hatter kept messing with Oswald until he felt Edward’s hand on his shoulder. Instinctively he moved to grab Eddie by the neck and strangle him. This caused both Jonathan and Penguin to push the two from one another before Hatter did something he regretted. It wasn’t the men pulling him that caused him to stop, it was Taipan. Jervis snarled and pointed at the woman. “What is that supposed to mean?! I’ll have you know that I’m the only person here with a driver’s license.” He opened his wallet to show her. He revealed a driver’s license alright, though it didn’t belong to him. It had bloody finger prints and a photo of a young woman.
“That’s the missing woman on the news. Did you kill her?” Scarecrow stepped back to feel something under his boot. He lifted it to find a flower had grown out between the floorboards and he was hardly surprised to spot Ivy walking in soon after.
Hatter’s expression twisted into deep thought. Did he kill her? “…No?” He didn’t really answer rather than ask as if any of them knew. When and if no one answered him, his gaze fell on Joker. Jervis made a terrible sound, possibly a whimper. “You…you…you,” He punched at the nearby wall. “I did something, I did…” Jervis took off running down the staircase. He remembered now. Joker caught Jervis trying to rape Harley back at Arkham and their last exchange didn’t go well. Something along the lines ‘the next time I see you, I’ll skin you alive’.
“Fuck, he has the car keys-“ Jonathan took off after him.
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