Prompt Post - Part Six [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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Everyone looked up at Trickster. Kid Flash looked surprised and grateful.
“Don't you know children should be heard and not seen?” Joker asked, spinning a knife between his fingers. He frowned at Trickster, “Do I know you?”
“Trickster,” Trickster said, taking a sweeping bow, “From Central City.”
“The little copycat punk,” Joker said.
“Hey! I made this up before I'd ever heard of you,” Trickster said indignantly, “And it doesn't count if it's a sidekick, right?”
“Kid, I don't do sidekicks,” Joker said, tossing his knife at Trickster, who dodged, “That's for Batsy and the other heroes.”
“Give me a chance,” Trickster wheedled, “I've got a resume.” He dug a rolled up piece of paper out of a pocket and tossed it down to the floor in front of Joker.
Joker picked it up and scanned it quickly. It started to smoke, then burst into confetti, prompting a laugh from the Joker.
“Kid's stuff,” Joker said, shaking off his hand, “And do you think I'd be impressed by those idiots? Now, if you'd worked for Abra Kedabra, we might've been able to set something up. You won't get anywhere if you hang around with people unwilling to kill.”
The container of Joker-gas above the hostages iced over. Trickster flipped over and grinned, as four figures emerged from the shadows beneath the equipment.
“They might take exception to that,” Trickster said, taking out his rubber chicken and holding it threateningly.
“You loons made it all the way here without the big bad Bat kicking you out? Somebody should complain. You could be a threat to civilians!” Joker said with an affronted air.
Flames and lightning sparked from Heat Wave and Weather Wizard's weapons respectively. The Joker spun around, taking in the enemy with his usual manic grin. He seemed unconcerned at the various weaponry levelled in his direction.
“Now, now,” Joker said, stopping and facing Captain Cold, “I remember your fight with Freeze, my chilly friend. Whatever happened to 'you stay in your city and we stay in ours'?” Joker spun to face the hostages and his grin widened, “Ah, one of yours?”
“You don't know?” Captain Boomerang said in disbelief.
“Boomer,” Cold hissed, “Shut up.”
“Ah, ah,” Joker shook his finger, “You've got me curious now. What's so special about... is it the kid? Looks a bit like that Flash-boy. Oh you sentimental villains, you. I understand, I had a great time with a short, blue-eyed, black-haired kid myself.”
Cold barked out a laugh even as Kid Flash bit his tongue to stop from blurting out his name correction.
“Us rescuing a cape?” Cold sneered, “You're off your rocker.”
“Thank you,” Joker took a bow.
“He's a cop's kid,” Weather Wizard said, “One of the... friendlier ones.”
“And you're doing this as a favour to old pa so he'll look the other way a little more often,” Joker said, his mouth dropped into a frown, “How utterly dull.”
The Joker whipped out a remote control device and slammed the button on it. Batman had to hand it to the Rogues, they reacted as fast as he did. A side-effect of going up against the Flash so often, no doubt. Ice, fire, lightning, an explosive boomerang, and a rubber chicken all hit the Joker at the same time.
Or, more correctly, the place the Joker had been.
The wooden floor was sodden and scorched, and the outline of a trapdoor was now visible. The Joker's laughter echoed around the large room. Laughter and a beeping noise.
“Shit,” Cold said, “That better not be what I think it is.”
Trickster pulled a tarp off a piece of machinery. Large glowing red letters were counting down from two minutes.
“You're not gonna like this, Cold,” Boomerang was staring at an identical device on the other side of the room.
“You two think you can get them disarmed?” Cold asked. Trickster and Boomerang nodded, “Do it. Heat Wave, Weather Wizard, get the hostages. I'll get the door open.”
“I could get it open quicker,” Weather Wizard offered.
“Yeah, but who's to say there's nothing nasty down there?” Cold shot back, “The Joker's fucking mental. I wouldn't put it past him to run down the most hazardous route he can find.”
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