[Thread] Whatever doesn't kill you leaves a scar.
Characters: The Joker, Quatre Winner [AU], Relena Peacecraft (and possibly Heero Yuy)
Where: Random Street in Random City, probably Gotham or Manhattan
When: Nighttime. During the Worlds Collide Glitch (maybe toward the end)
Summary: Joker gets his ass handed to him by Quatre
Warnings: Violence, extremely angry Quatre
Notes: apple fritter
An empty street behind an apartment complex was about to become the scene of something fairly unusual, but for now it was quiet, secluded and dark. In the apartment looming above, a light flicked on illuminating a window and a curtained sliding-glass door that led out onto a small balcony about midway up the building. For the next few minutes, the peace went undisturbed until the door to the balcony slid open. Sounds, rustle of movement and scrape of shoes, echoed above the street as two men stepped out. The first man stumbled forward to lean against the guardrail with harsh gasps of pain as the other followed close behind. There came a short burst of frantic activity and then a body tumbled over the rail and down onto the pavement below.
The plummet was brief but resulted in a wet crack of bone as the man landed feet-first and collapsed heavily on his side. He writhed sluggishly for a moment, arms lying useless on the ground. Closer inspection would reveal a gunshot wound in each. Aside from a strip of duct tape over his mouth, nothing about the man's features set him apart from any other. He was neither young nor old, about forty, and was dressed as though he'd just come in from a night out. His shoes suggested that he was rather well-to-do.
Whomever shoved this man had disappeared inside leaving the balcony empty and the light in the windows went out.
Where: Random Street in Random City, probably Gotham or Manhattan
When: Nighttime. During the Worlds Collide Glitch (maybe toward the end)
Summary: Joker gets his ass handed to him by Quatre
Warnings: Violence, extremely angry Quatre
Notes: apple fritter
An empty street behind an apartment complex was about to become the scene of something fairly unusual, but for now it was quiet, secluded and dark. In the apartment looming above, a light flicked on illuminating a window and a curtained sliding-glass door that led out onto a small balcony about midway up the building. For the next few minutes, the peace went undisturbed until the door to the balcony slid open. Sounds, rustle of movement and scrape of shoes, echoed above the street as two men stepped out. The first man stumbled forward to lean against the guardrail with harsh gasps of pain as the other followed close behind. There came a short burst of frantic activity and then a body tumbled over the rail and down onto the pavement below.
The plummet was brief but resulted in a wet crack of bone as the man landed feet-first and collapsed heavily on his side. He writhed sluggishly for a moment, arms lying useless on the ground. Closer inspection would reveal a gunshot wound in each. Aside from a strip of duct tape over his mouth, nothing about the man's features set him apart from any other. He was neither young nor old, about forty, and was dressed as though he'd just come in from a night out. His shoes suggested that he was rather well-to-do.
Whomever shoved this man had disappeared inside leaving the balcony empty and the light in the windows went out.