[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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[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

[brainiac5ive]

The only emotional response they would see on the strange, green skinned teen was his response to the fact that he needed to make a decision. The expression quickly faded to his cold calculating gaze.

"A game of chance. Interesting." he said flatly, no way to tell if he was being sarcastic or serious or ironic. "I'll play."

A quick flash of his eyes, indicating his circuits working on over drive. He was logging on to the grid network remotely. For this? They would need assistance.

[gonnaloveme]

((Rodents Of Unusual Size? I don't think they exist.))

Batman wasn't too concerned with hiding his emotions in a 'game' like this. He scowled something fierce and threw one of the lesser goons into a support column; a soft crunch was heard and plaster rained down as the body fell back to the ground. "Get on with it then, Joker." He growled out loud enough so that the audio could pick it up for their new host

[uncloudedeyes]

Ashitaka was a tad lost here, as he probably should have become accustomed to by now. He was unsure what a 'bank' was but by the reactions he got, especially the loud snarl from the man in black... it must be very important place here. Blowing up, now that was something he had seen in war before... Lord Akoto's Boars flashed through his mind, all meeting their ends at the fire of Eboshi's grenades and land mines. Things were rigged to blow up here? Here in the midst of all these other buildings? The potential for destruction was not lost on the primitive technology in Ashitaka's brain.

He was most definitely at a disadvantage for not understanding the environment here but he certainly wasn't able to compromise the 'Bank' by stepping out. He had the responsibility to the innocent victims, as well as to his own integrity, to stand up and fight with what wherewithal he had.

The two next to him seemed to be knuckling down and preparing for the battle, and he did the same. This voice was a slight familiar... 'Joker' was not but that

[powered_otaku]

Hiro had been eating in a restaurant when his phone, silent for so long, suddenly began to chirp. He fumbled with it, dropping his chopsticks. He found a text message telling him that Harley Quinn had taken hostages and that the Joker had rigged 5 banks to blow up. He was requested to join someone named Brainiac 5 at the TV studio indicated on the GPS. Hiro ran outside, the rest of his meal untouched and ducked into the nearest alley he could find. He vanished from the alley, teleporting to the station. However, when he arrived, he was faced with a wall of black.

It moved.

Hiro nearly squeaked, but then realized that the wall was not a wall, but a very tall man in a black cape and bat...ears.

"Sugoi..." he said, awe in his voice. "Batman..."

[cranescarecrow]

During all the early stages of the hullabullo, Crane hadn't remained outside for long. While everyone else had been milling avbout, screaming, panicking, watching the screen numbly, mouths agape- the Scarecrow had wanted to stay and do the work there- Crane had quietly slipped away from the crowd, into the building, putting on his mask as he went.

And now, he was in the same room with the rest of the gang, watching silently from the fringes of the room, sticking to the shadows for the moment. He didn't want to be seen just yet- not quite yet. After all, the Batman was here, and one could never afford to be too hasty when he was involved in things.

(ooc: I apologize for the use of hullabullo. I love that word. xD
Also, just an FYI- Crane's got his mask on, but it's Crane at the moment, not the Scarecrow. When the Scarecrow comes out, it'll be in bold.)

[entro_pist]

Even with the SWAT teams cracking down on the station, they would be useless in catching the Joker or putting an end to his game. Hooray for a live studio audience. This is, after all, a very special occasion-it isn't every day the Bat comes out before nightfall.

"My, what team players! For those of you watching at home, we're going to play a guessing game. I have five detonators in front of me, each labeled with a number and the name of a bank. If our contestants can guess which name is behind which number, I'll let that bank go. So who will be the lucky winner? Will it be Bank of America, JPMorgan, Bank One, Citibank, or the Chase Manhattan? Will it be the one with your savings? There's only one way to find out."

It can be assumed, thanks to the process of elimination, that there will be at least one bank left standing in the end.

"Now let's play! My lovely assistant-" that's you, Harley "-will choose a number one through five and our First Contestant-" ...Green Teen Robot? "-will take a guess. Harley, a number one through five

OH GOD ASHITAKA -dying of lol-

[sugarclown]

Harley blew the Batman a kiss in response to his glare. That suit was pretty hot... but she preferred someone with a bit more fashion sense. She danced around so that there was film equipment between her and the group of heroes, making any attempts to catch her just that much more difficult.

And then she all but melted when her puddin' addressed her. She did her best Vana White impression as she sparkled from the attention.

"Numbeeeeeeeeeeeeer THREE!" She smiled, leaned forward towards the camera nearest her giving the audience a great view of her cleavage, and held up three fingers.

So much threading lawl!

[veryusefulbook]

The Princess didn't really care one way or another how this day would end because she was not technically a resident here. She did however, after watching every other person in the room begin to buckle themselves down for battle assume that it might not all go according to plan, but then again, that's what made the game fun

[brainiac5ive]

Two things were going to happen. Brainiac 5's hand and fingers extended, discreetly into the nearby cables and broadcasting technology, initiating direct access to the feed. He sent the information he had recieved from the Joker, now, to the local law enforcement. Secondly, he was sending the information straight to the grid in a plea for assistance in getting the banks evacuated in time. Behind him, he heard a voice, another one civilian? He glanced behind him, glancing to Batman first, as if to reassure them. His real objective was to send off the other, in case they were responding to his earlier alert or just a tourist. He shot the man a look, if his cellular phone was hooked up to the network he had sent the message on, he should be getting a new one. [ooc: see phase_grid for details

[entro_pist]

As he watches the small screen of the portable television, cellphone glued to his ear, a face so familiar appears in the frame. He's almost as excited to see her as he was to see the Batman and when he addresses her, the grin is very much evident in his voice.

"Well, look who it is. Be my guest, Princess." The more, the merrier. He observes from his side of the screen as the Princess joins the other contestants, listening while Contestant Number One asks his question.

Historical legacy? While no one would see it, this does put a few wrinkles of confusion in the Joker's forehead. However, the thought of having such a "legacy" was strangely not that new to him. The image of a woman comes to mind, just fleeting. A woman in a wheel chair. She'd told him of things he'd done to her that had never happened, of an alternate version of himself terrorizing Gotham. This thought process lasts just seconds before it's thoroughly squashed. On to more exciting matters.

"Me? Oh, this isn't about what I hope to gain, no. This is all about you. You

[powered_otaku]

Hiro's phone vibrates and he looks at it, nodding in satisfaction at the warning. Hopefully the civilians will get out in time, though he is uncertain how many of these teleporters there are in any one of the banks. Perhaps he should speak to the green man.

He stops time.

He steps over to Brainac and lays a gentle hand on his shoulder, releases time for the merest of seconds, then refreezes it. Only now Brainiac isn't frozen.

"How can I help?"

[brainiac5ive]

Shocked to find the world around him frozen, he turned at the touch and whirled around. It was him! He had this man read completely wrong, a hostage, or a reckless news reporter. But not only did he teleport here, but it seemed as though he could stop time as well

[entro_pist]

Unaware of the lapse in time, the Joker stands before a large window, gazing out over the city. The portable TV rests on a nearby desk. Cradled in his palm is detonator #3, thumb and forefinger of his other hand squeezing a key, ready to twist.

His voice reaches the studio, "That's... incorrect! Say goodbye to Chase Manhattan." The key turns.

[powered_otaku]

Hiro appears at Chase Manhattan and takes a look at the bomb. It's a rather strange-looking contraption, but, knowing the Joker, its bizarre appearance only makes it more lethal.

He freezes time and grabs the device. Without thinking, he first teleports outside the bank, then thinks fly at the ring. He takes off into the air, backwards. "Up, ring, up!!"

He finally is hurtling up at great speeds, as he starts to get cold, he tosses the bomb away from him. He teleports back to the ground, shivering. He loses his grip on time and the bomb explodes high above them.

[entro_pist]

At the turn of the key, a single flash of orange explodes high in the sky directly above where it should have been. The bomb is unable to cause any damage at its altitude, but it is still very loud. Loud enough to gently rattle the window pane inches beyond the Joker's nose with its repercussion. Could it have actually been his bomb? His eyes trail straight down to the buildings below. No flames, no smoke cloud. Hmm.

Something is up and it shouldn't be his bomb. For the moment he isn't sure what to make of it and he's very curious to know whether the same will happen to the other bombs. One hand on the phone at his ear, he discards the used detonator and turns back to the television. All four contestants are still there.

"Harley, another number." The previous tone of enthusiasm in his voice has been replaced with one of puzzled curiosity.