[Thread: Open] No hard feelings

[sugarclown]

Characters: Harley Quinn, anyone else that wants to jump in. Let's try to keep it one big thread for continuity's sake.
Where: Around the re-phased area of the complex (manhattan?!)  TV station
When: One bright, June morning. TGIF
Summary:  Harley doesn't hold a grudge, the Joker is forgiven for leaving her in that crazy place and to prove it shes

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[uncloudedeyes]

Ashitaka was simply making rounds with Yakul, ignoring the odd glances and comments he got for having an elk in this city. Things were, well he guessed normal, when suddenly a booming high pitched voice came from out of nowhere. He flinched, Yakul did as well. He turned and turned, trying to follow the sound but it was as if the voice was dropping right out of the sky! He looked up.

It was.

There was a huge panel with a woman's face on it. Now where others were crying out about her bizarre face make-up, Ashitaka was calm and collect.He had seen women with faces of white rather frequently in his home world. What he didn't connect with was her rather insane context and then the four people bound and gagged. He looked shocked and appalled when she withdrew what looked like some weapon.

"Where is that!?"

"The TV station's been hijacked by some maniac!!" some hysterical man screamed behind him. Ashitaka turned to him, seeing people in fear and alarm, other not paying attention, some looking on in amusement, even pleasure. While taking

[brainiac5ive]

Not good. Brainiac 5 zipped through the air, above the Square, and the boy with the elk as he observed the broadcast on the giant screen. His purple eyes flashed as he analyzed the wavelengths. Given a moment or two, his instruments should be able to pinpoint the location of the signal wireless, even with this primitive 21st century technology

[sugarclown]

"For all you at home who are a little squeamish... you should keep watching. It will be fun

[uncloudedeyes]

Ashitaka was already answering the odd looking boy when the screams came down over them from the air. He was a bit taken aback that this person came flying down, even though he had acquired some experience with odd behaving 'others'. "Ah, yes I am." he looked both confused and a tad irked the man interrupted him, then suddenly became lucid "Do you know how to get there!? The townspeople are in too much of a fright to help me."

It was then that the screams were heard. A ripping sound as the silver band was torn from her mouth. Ashitaka watched in horror as the odd looking weapon was jammed into the woman's eye, apparently it was a auger of some kind. It spun and sent her eye-matter flying in all directions. Her screams were piercing and perhaps ones that might stick with the prince for a while. He hated the sight but he couldn't look away... at first.

"Let's go, Yakul!" He tugged on Yakul's reigns and started off. "Tell me where!!" he yelled to the green man.

AM I DOING THIS RIGHT? IT SAYS ONE THREAD. O.O

[cranescarecrow]

That voice.

It had been a day or so since Crane's encounter with Nightwing, and he had been spending as little time in the base as he could- now that he had taken action against one of the 'good guys', he had decided it was best to stay low, to avoid contact with those who knew him as much as possible.

He just wanted a little peace. Was that too much to ask?

Apparantly, it was. That voice, her voice was back again, only much worse than before, since the maniacal (and oh-so-shrieky) giggles were now being broadcast in the open air at a painfully amplified volume. Crane stopped walking across the square and, annoyed, began seeking out the source of the noise. It didn't take him long at all.

There she was- Harley Quinn- on a giant screen, jamming a powerdrill into a woman's eye.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Looks good to me. *thumbs up*

[gonnaloveme]

Bruce stopped in his tracks and froze. That scream had to have been one of the most horrifying things he'd ever heard in his entire life. And he had heard some horrible things in his ungodly travels. He wouldn't say this one took the cake, but it came damn close. The image that accompanied it, he saw when he looked up, was right on up there, too

[entro_pist]

By this time back at the studio, Harley would probably notice a platoon of unexpected guests beginning to arrive. No, not the cops, though they do arrive at about the same time as the cops resulting in what sounds like a "mini war" just outside the studio. Some shouts, bursts of gunfire from a few machine guns, and finally the loud BOOM of an explosive.

They enter, some wearing cheap clown masks, some with nylons pulled over their heads, others just wearing their usual ugly mugs. The men are, of course, armed and they continue to infest the place, prowling around off screen to take captive any studio management (that are still living). None of the personnel are killed but they are held at gun point to keep the cameras rolling.

The henchmen are not accompanied by their boss, but he will be making his presence known shortly.

[sugarclown]

She must be doing something right if backup just came in along with the cops... and people were already rushing to the studio to stop her. She tried not to let the man in masks distract her from putting on one hell of a show as she moved to the man she had just been sitting on a moment ago.

The girl was still screaming though they were turning into sobs as the pain subsided. The man kept his eyes locked on Harley's. He was trying to plead with those eyes alone. She ripped off the tape on his mouth and wiped the drill bit off on his shirt.

"Please, don't do this. You must be a sensible young woman, you don't have to do this!" He said in a calm voice, though she could see the fear in his eyes. Harley shoved the drill in his right ear and faced the two other people tied to the left of him. Her smile didn't waver as she squeezed the trigger and pushed in hard. He screamed even louder than the woman as the drill entered through his ear canal, past his skull and into his brain

[cranescarecrow]

At this point, Crane didn't even know why he was still here. Her voice was still annoying, still shrieky, and still blaring out of the television. But, somehow, he couldn't bring himself to just walk away.

As much as he might hate to admit it to himself (and he would never admit it to her), this was... fascinating. The blatant terror in the captives eyes, the swell of fear and panic in the crowd around him as the events on the screen unfolded- well, in a word, it was irresistable.

[brainiac5ive]

Lead the way? Oh, he led alright. Fast, but not too fast, it was several blocks, but the flying hero and the warrior prince were both very fast, especially considering how the pedestrians cleared the way. They arrived on the city block where the studio was stationed, and it took nothing more but locating the building surrounded by the local law enforcement to find where they were looking for

[uncloudedeyes]

Ashitaka was following along as fast as Yakul's hooves could carry them. The sudden transformation caught him off guard, he gasped as it happened but when he was picked up off the ground and dragged into the sky... well, he had nothing.. not even breath to release in a gasp or a refusal. In the air the screen portraying the mutilation of the next victim, a man, was very clear to the prince

[brainiac5ive]

The robot remained where he was only for a moment before following, having watched Ashitaka care for his animal, who loyally complied. He took only a moment more before dashing forward and reverting back to his smaller, more lithe form into the stair well to catch up to Ashitaka, satisfied in what he had done.

Brainy spotted Ashitaka, and then to his right, behind him, another one of the armed henchmen. He extended his right arm and grabbed him by the scruff of the shirt, slamming him down into the ground. His body reached his arm, and he reached for both weapons, crushing them. "Criminals." he paused, considering them, and dropping the scrapped guns. "Clown themed criminals." Where had he heard of that motif before?

[gonnaloveme]

Batman, too, came in from above, crashing through one of the windows on a mid-level floor and rolling once before coming to his feet. He began fighting instantaneously, not pausing to even to regain his equilibrium, take in the environment or number of enemies or anything. Simply went straight into a high kick that slammed directly into the nearest criminals face with a resounding crunch of cartridge.

He didn't stop there. His combat was brutally efficient, and just plain brutal. It was obviously the wrong time of day to mess with the Bat. He didn't kill though, of course. He swept away weapons, dodged bullets, and generally just did as much nonlethal damage around him as humanly possible. He was doing a fairly good job when the other two arrived on his floor. Without breaking stride he simply took them for advantage.

"...The instigator of all this mess is one floor below if my calculations are correct. As you don't look like the rest of this rabble, I'm assuming you're here to help. Fine. There's plenty to go around. Now start

[uncloudedeyes]

Ashitaka picked the dark man on this floor out as either another neutral fighter, or their leader. Once he started addressing them he assumed the former

[entro_pist]

On the main floor below, the broadcasting crew (still at gunpoint) continue the filming of Harley's Adventures in Wonderland. They and their armed captors are, for the moment, oblivious to the team of mismatched heroes making their way down to the first floor. However, some of the thugs are catching wind. When you have enough men littering a place, word can travel.

In the behind-the-scenes hub of the studio, the phones light up. Caller on line three! A masked minion the size of a wild rhino nudges his hostage with the end of his micro uzi and growls an order to air this call. It's done and a new voice drips from the speakers, filling the airways. The frightened staff might breathe in relieve knowing that someone from the outside world is making contact and addressing the crazed woman with the drill, until they hear what their caller has to say...

"Well, well, Harley. Don't you just look scrumptious." The voice is weird and much too calm. Much too playful. "I happened to catch your little after-school-special and thought it'd be fun

[sugarclown]

Harley almost dropped her drill when she heard the voice over the studio speakers. "Mistah J? Is that you?!" Of course it was him, who else could it be? She bounced excitedly and pulled the goo-covered drill from the hollow head of the now-dead hostage and rushed to the camera as if she could see him if she looked close enough through the lens. The viewers at home (and outside) would get a nice view of her eyeball and then her red lips kissing the camera.

"I'm all for it, Puddin'! How do we play?" She stepped back a bit but still took up the entire frame. Her cleavage was very prominent in the shot... that's how she liked it.

"Your boys are whispering about some studio guests. Are they going to play too?" She had no idea who the guests were but she was aware of them and knew that they were coming to crash her party. If she had known how adorable they'd be and that one of them was the famous Batman, she would have made snacks!