It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Oct 8, 2015 3:48:02 GMT
The streets of Arkham was one of the most dangerous places in all of Gotham. The old asylum seemed to attract lunacy all around it. Scattered around the district were shanty houses built alongside old stone buildings long condemned. Bruce wanted to see the low income projects of Arkham turned into a true safe haven for the down trodden, to see the old asylum finally shut down and replaced with a state of the art facility.
But Bruce knew that it was only wishful thinking. The reality of Arkham was grim, the cities politicians had long abandoned the dream of building a better Arkham. These days there were just as many crazies outside of the walls of the asylum as there were on the streets. Perched upon a rooftop of an old cathedral that overlooked the city, Bruce wore a pair of infared goggles over his eyes. Even if Gotham chose to ignore the blemish of Arkham, Batman could not. Many of the impoverished living on these streets were at risk for being abused by both the criminal overlords of Gotham and those who had no motive beyond causing chaos. Keeping them safe at night as often as he could was his solemn duty.
"So far, so good. But it is too quiet for Arkham tonight..." Batman said quietly to himself.
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My thoughts sound like something Hitler would dance to with his pants off..
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Post by The Joker on Oct 9, 2015 22:35:22 GMT
Tonight Arkham played possum, None of the inmates threw tantrums, the guards weren't beating anyone and there hadn't been a riot as of yet. This made even the warden uncomfortable since it seemed as though everyone was waiting for something. The warden's gut was actually correct since deep within the more isolated parts of Arkham a certain green haired psychopath was chuckling to himself while suiting up. Despite his insanity, the Joker had good taste and that was evident in his expensive purple ensemble as strange as it may have appeared. Now, you may be asking yourself why he isn't in his usual straight Jacket or how he snuck these clothes into Arkham, Well don't be such a smart ass.
The Joker had contacted a few crime circles on the outside and ordered in a new bunch of henchmen. Slowly but surely his henchmen had been killing the guards in Arkham and assuming their identities. It took a week but the Joker was now in command of nearly every guard in Arkham. The only guards the Joker's henchmen couldn't kill and replace were the pair of Guards that protected the Warden personally. It was obvious that the Warden would notice since these two were always near the warden and basically kissed ass all day. It was annoying but it wouldn't cause much of a problem. During that one week period where the Joker waited for his henchmen to swap places with the guards they had also been smuggling in all of his toys including a small scale chemistry set so he could prepare himself. This time The joker didn't want to break out of Arkham Asylum, he wanted to own it.
Once he was suited up, two "guards" came to collect him from his cell. The green haired Psychopath was fully armed. He then tapped one of his guards on the shoulder and told him to go check Harley's cell. As told, the henchman made his way down the hall. It took the Joker mere moments to find the warden's office since arkham had been like a second home to him. He knew it inside and out. when he found himself standing a few feet from the Warden's door the Warden's personal guards infront of the door didn't hesitate and quickly fired. These were the only two guards in Arkham Asylum that the joker hadn't killed and replaced. At the sight of guns the Joker stepped back and out of the way before speaking "I just got this suit ya know? and I love blood as much as the next guy but come on... I suggest a time out to Think about what you've been trying to do with your lives, and my suit." The Joker's response to being shot at left both guards confused as they gave him odd stares. The crowned clown prince of crime smiled then he threw a smoke bomb that released a cloud of gas which contained neurotoxins. In mere seconds, both guards were laying on the ground. Now don't jump to assumptions, The guards weren't anywhere near being dead. that would be too much of an easy way out. The Neurotoxin they were exposed to would start by disabling the mind's messages through the nervous system thus resulting in Numb limbs and the inability to move them. Then it would interfere with the cerebellum's messages to the respiratory system and slowly shut down one internal organ after another. If they aren't cured by then, it would get worse because their lungs would eventually shut down. In total, the Warden's personal guards would have 8 hours of nothing but laying on their backs and enjoying the agony before their lungs were shut down.
The Joker stood for a few seconds admiring the sight of both the Warden's personal guards laying on their backs and slightly foaming from the mouth. He then picked up their guns then kicked open the door to the Warden's office. "Doesn't this feel like a jack in the box kinda situation?" He spoke with both guns pointed at the warden. After the statement he instantly shot the Warden in the knees which caused a loud scream in agony. "ohh, looks like that hurts..Don't worry I have a russian painkiller right here. Observe." The joker then hit the warden in the forehead multiple times with the back of his guns Until he was sure that the Warden was out cold. "Ya see, you can't feel those bullets in your knees anymore. I bet you had no idea I studied medicine in russia.. The Joker's signature laugh echoed through the office while a few drops of blood began to drip from the Warden's forehead. The green haired psychopath didn't pay too much attention to it and sat in the Warden's chair comfortably. He looked at a monitor that showed him the point of view each camera placed outside of arkham provided. While doing so he used the warden's radio to speak to his henchmen in guard uniforms. " Me and the warden are having a little business discussion involving the ownership of this fine establishment.. Look at me Ma, I'm finally becoming entrepreneurial! Anyway If we happen to have a visitor. Let's show him what good hosts we are. Play it normal for as long as you can."
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It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Oct 10, 2015 3:26:35 GMT
Bruce was still perched atop the cathedral, concealed by the cover of nightfall. Arkham had a disturbing quietness to it, a calm that Batman had never experienced during his time here. His face bore a stern expression as he continued to examine the area, disturbed by the lack of activity over the past hour. At the beginning of the evening Bruce had found it to be refreshing, but now the silence had grown unbearable, like a calm before the storm. Concentrating on the old stones of the nearby asylum. He lifted his head slightly as he heard a noise, the sound of metal rattling against pavement. Bruce snapped his eyes forward, catching a cat out of the corner of his eye digging through a heap of garbage. Bruce let out a small sigh, and continued to peer around Arkham quietly.
Then he heard it, the faintest sound of gunfire coming from the direction of the old asylum. Anxious for action, Batman grabbed at the utility belt of his sleek black suit and retrieved his grappling hook. He pointed it towards a lighting rod on a building adjacent to the asylum. Pressing the release, the hook whizzed through the air towards the building. His black cape flowing as the high powered contraption ripped him into the air. He landed gracefully atop the three story building, much closer to the asylum but not within range of his grappling hook. For now, it seemed as if the caped crusader would have to reduce himself to a pedestrian.
He found a rusted old ladder that led down the side of the building. He slid down the rails to slow his fall, and landed carefully on the ground. The approach to the asylum gate remained guarded by several men, who seemed unfazed by the sound of gun shots in the building. He knew gunfire wasn't that uncommon around here, but were these guards so calice and hardened that shots fired within the walls of the facility they were protecting second nature to them?
Bruce decided some intelligence gathering would be needed before he approached much further. Perhaps he could listen in on the guards and try to figure out what had happened in the facility, or what he might be up against this time. Bruce moved swiftly whenever the shine of the "guards" flashlights were not pointed outside of the entry point. He darted across the stone. He found a blind spot upon the guard shack, right beneath the a window that light was pouring out of.
Guards or not, he hoped that the men inside would tip him off to whatever was happening within.
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My thoughts sound like something Hitler would dance to with his pants off..
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Post by The Joker on Oct 10, 2015 23:16:38 GMT
All the Joker needed was a signature, with this signature no one could take Arkham back from him. Three of the henchmen posing as guards entered the warden's office, two of them picked up the unconscious warden and placed him in a chair while one gave the joker a collection of contracts. The Joker sat at a rather large desk and went over each piece of paper to make sure everything was as he specified. The main ownership contract stated that the warden who was also the owner of the establishment would willingly hand over arkham asylum to the Joker for a $100 note in the shape of a paper air plane. The joker signed Mr. J on the dotted line that needed his signature, now all he needed was the warden's. This was when the psychotic clown gave the guards an order to wake up the warden, Two buckets of water and a few slaps did the job, but to the warden's displeasure the first thing he saw when he awoke was the jokers sick smile. The Joker grabbed a framed image of the warden's family from his desk and began looking at it in a rather odd way for a few seconds without uttering a word, this was to simply unsettle the warden and leave him mentally vulnerable. "put that picture down you circus reject!" the warden began shouting. This was an obvious sign that the Joker's actions disturbed the warden as they were intended to. The green haired psychopath seemed un phased by the Warden's attempt at insulting him. "Oh don't worry I don't need that picture, your wife invited me and a few friends over for dinner tonight. These guys here have been following you for quite some time now and they are well aware of where you live so I told her not to bother with giving me directions." the Joker spoke while pulling out a knife and running its tip along the smooth surface of the table. He ran it across the table's surface while making sounds like it was a car, the knife had started on the far end of the table and was heading for the Warden. For obvious reasons this greatly left the warden wondering what was going to happen when the knife got to him. Yet he still felt the need to protect his wife's honour. "she didn't invite you anywhere! Don't lie, stick to bad puns. the Joker arched his eyebrow and smiled slightly at the mixture of pain and rage he could see being emitted from the warden who couldn't even stand since both of his knees had bullets in them. "Okay,okay you got me. I wasn't invited but I can always swing by for a surprise visit. My friends on the outside have been watching and they said she'll be making turkey tonight, oh and your son broke his curfew. That's just how it all starts. Wait a few years and he might be part of the arkham Asylum roster the Joker spoke casually while still running his knife across the table until it finally reached the Warden. He then slid his knife into the warden's leg as slowly as possible until only the handle could be seen. The warden made faces in an attempt to resist the urge to cry out in pain. Sadly the faces achieved nothing more than appearing funny to the joker. "ohhh, wonder what those facial expressions mean. No, better yet. I Wonder if your wife enjoys having sharp things in her as much as you..." the Joker's smile only got wider and appeared slightly more frightening. The warden began attempting to get up, when he saw that he couldn't due to the pain he settled for throwing a threat in the joker's direction. "when I get my hands on you I'll.. !!" the Joker didn't even let him finish the sentence and simply burst into laughter as a response to this threat. "your hands?...on me? enough with the dirty talk ,you have a wife remember. Plus I'm just not the type of guy for that type of thing, Its not how I swing." The clown prince of crime pulled out the knife he had left in the Warden's leg and stuck it back in the same leg but 2 inches above the first stab wound. "I'm also not a fan of cheating." This time the Warden couldn't hold back the urge to scream in pain. "what do you want from me exactly!" the Joker smiled before placing the main ownership contract and a pen in front of the warden. "come on, isn't it obvious? After you sign this you can take all your savings and move somewhere with a warm sunny beach." due to the mixture of pain, anger and fear for his family the warden picked up the pen placed before him, he looked at the contract deeply considering the offer in order to end the pain and keep this psychopath away from his family. He also might have had problems with thinking properly since he had been loosing a reasonable amount of blood. Meanwhile... All of The guards that the joker had spread in a tactical manner around the whole Asylum were doing their jobs perfectly except for the two guards that the joker had on patrol outside. They were calmly seated in front of the entrance completely unaware of what lurked within Arkham Asylum's shadows. One of the guards tapped the other on the shoulder and spoke nervously. "do you think everything will go as planned??". The other guard leaned back in his chair with a slight chuckle before speaking. "Well, we've gotten this far and I'm sure those gun shots signalled the completion of the plan. Let's just wait to hear from the clown for now. |
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