The Alarms are Sounding...

[plazmania]

It's the Keystone City home for the criminally insane, and the alarms are going off. Never a good sign.

Plaz has been... "talking" with Harley Quinn, trying to do an intervention that almost became intercoursion. If that's a word.

But then the Joker happened in the prison wing. And now there are really loud alarms that are very annoying

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[_harley_quinn_]

Harley was still chuckling but moved into the doorway. "Stop being such a pansy! It's probably just a tornado or something. This is Kansas after all."

It would be fun to see a cow fly by. Something different at any rate.

[smiles_everyone]

The speakers crackle, and suddenly there's a familiar voice coming over them, singing. The voice alone is enough to send a chill down the spines of most heroes...but now he's SINGING.

Start spreadin' the NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOZ... Harl's leavin' TODAAAAAAAAYYYYYY... and I've just shot the guard-station guard... in the HEEEEEEAAAAAAAD...

[plazmania]

His brow furrows, and his forehead is suddenly Klingon.

"Oh, son of a bitch."

[_harley_quinn_]

It's been over a year since she's heard that voice but it still makes her shiver. Not in a bad way either. Before she remembered that she was mad at him, Harley jumped up and down and gave a happy squeal.

"PUDDIN'!"

[jla_extras]

In the distance of the halls, sounds are getting louder - the sounds of extreme violence and screaming guards. The screams at times almost sound inhuman.

[_harley_quinn_]

By that time, Harley was surrounded, by orderlies whose neck sizes were bigger than their IQ's. To tell the truth though, she wasn't really thinking about escaping, at least not yet.

"It's my Puddin'. He came for me."

And here she thought he'd grown tired of her, and had tossed her away like a used up water balloon.

[jla_extras]

The orderlies are paying such close attention that they don't see the shadows in the corners deepening -

- or the shadow-spears that suddenly thrust out and impale them all, killing each in seconds.

[fleet_feet]

And that's when the Flash gets there. Seconds too late.

"God, no..."

A look to Harley. "What the hell's going ON?"

[_harley_quinn_]

Harley absently wiped a splash of blood off her face. "Hate to tell ya Hot Rod, but I was not in the know. All I know is that me at Stretch were having a good time and then alarms started sounding off."

If Mister J has a new girl, Harley will feed her liver to the babies.

[_darkknight_]

Grodd ensnared - he might actually have to compliment O'Brien on that later - and the others down, Batman runs full-tilt in the direction of where he saw Joker going, hand already reaching for a fresh set of 'rangs.

The lunatic needs to go back to Arkham, and he wants to be the one to dump him at the doorstep.

[fleet_feet]

The Flash's limbs are trapped in Eve's shadow gunk he can't seem to escape, try as he might... and the Joker's got a gun leveled at the back of his head that may just be 'speedster-proof,' keeping Jay at bay.

And the whole Harley Quinn reclamation project has just gone up in smoke... and it's heartbreaking.

"Come on, Harley..." he tries, half-heartedly now. "It doesn't always have to be this way..."

What the hell's the use... it's like Frankie. There's no reasoning anymore.

It sure as hell SEEMS like it always has to be this way.

[smiles_everyone]

Meanwhile, he looks at Harley, smiling.

What's the plan other than murder and mayhem? Good question - but you know me, I always like to start with murder! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

And he pulls the trigger.

[jay_garrick]

The gun is facing towards the ceiling before the bullet leaves the chamber.

"I don't think so," Jay tells him.

He launches a fist towards the Joker's face.