Alright, so I'm back! I'm fairly sure we are going to get this up and running tomorrow. Thanks for your patience!

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Oh! One more thing, I'm allowing OC's now because it doesn't look like we are getting any more cannon characters. So, if you have an OC idea, just PM me their stories, powers (if any), and a few personality traits.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

(Whee! First post! This is my first official time rping Joker, so forgive for inconsistencies in his character)

The Joker swaggered into the bank, an Ak 47 in hand. Sure, the gun was too big for the job he was doing, but he couldn't resist having at much power in his hands.

He waited for his introduction, which did not arrive much to his annoyance. Harley was in Arkham again. As unprofessional as it was for a performer to give their own introduction, he had no choice.

Joker signaled for the henchman to start clearing the place of guards, the first fell to ground before him, blood from the hole in his chest puddling at his feet.

"Ladies and gentlemen! We are here to put on a show for you tonight!" He said with an exaggerated wave of his hands, while pulling the trigger so that the loud, echoing shot drew more attention to him.

"Lets hope for your sake that the targeted audience doesn't dissapoint." He said, his shoulders already shaking before he burst into laughter, "Hahaha! Ahhahaha!"

The Joker tossed a bag filled with his own homemade toys to one of his henchmen. He kept one Joker Venom gas bomb for himself. Licking his lips he walked around the room, grasping at the back of heads, yanking people up by their hair, to get a good look at their faces.

As he paraded through the terrified victims the Clown Prince of Crime turned to see an unfortunate paper pusher hiding in his office.

That was it! What was the term oh yeah! "One death is a tradgedy a million is a statistic," he said out loud.

He pulled open the office door, tossed in the gas bomb and propped up a chair so the man had no means of escape. Joker cackled merrily as green gas spouted from the bomb, the man inside cackling wildly in between his strangled cries for help.

He banged on the clouding window, and the Joker merely laughed, putting a mocking hand to his ear, "I'm sorry," he said sadistically, licking his lips, "You'll have to speak up!"

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Batman lowered himself down smoothly from the rooftop of the building the Joker had entered. With a ear-splitting crash, he broke through the glass of the office window, unhooking the rope from his belt at the same time. For a moment, he crouched in a perfectly balanced cat-like position on the windowsill before throwing himself inside and grabbing the fallen hostage.

In one swift movement, he lifted the man onto one shoulder and hoisted himself onto the window with slight difficulty- the man was overweight. With narrowed eyes, he took something small and round from his belt. He threw it towards the door, where the Joker's insane laughter could still be heard.

A moment later, he was gone, and there was a satisfying BOOM as the door went up in flames.

The Joker muffled his laughter as his arms flew up in front of his face to protect it from the shards of door that flew past him. The mad laughter did not even stop when he was thrown to the ground.

"Wow! Look who just took the red eye here! Well," he edited, twirling his hand and dragging himself back to his feet to grab his gun, "too early for the red eye."

"I have to give you...what are the kids saying now-a-days?" He questioned himself, a finger tracing circles in the air before jutting outward as his face brightened, "Props! For your well timed entrance, you are getting much better. I think there are only...let me see," the Joker giggled and stood on his toes, a finger pointed towards the hostages (still trembling on the ground), counting the bodies of the guards, "six dead! A record." He clapped and smiled smugly.

He quickly cut the air with a flat palm, "But, that record will be broken," he added smoothely, his eyes looking skyward and moving side to side, "if you don't get to the hostages in time. You didn't think I do all this, and kill one paper pusher?"

He shook his head, and smacked his lips, "Oh, no no. I hope you didn't, I'd be insulted. I know that you know that I have more creativity than that."

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Batman shoved the man onto the roof with one hand, still poised and ready right outside the window as he adjusted his small air mask. He blended into the shadows of the night perfectly, waiting for the right moment to act...

Poison Ivy leaned against the glass window of her cell, watching the security guard's mouth move. She was aware that she could hear him if she actually tried to listen, but then again, she didn't really want to.
Her tapered fingertips tapped an aimless song against the pane, and a sigh of general boredom and agitation escaped her lips. She didn't particularly feel any sort of desire to strike, but she supposed that was the typical sort of feeling one got after being cooped up for a while.
Then again, she realized that most people would feel the opposite desire and wish to wreak havoc upon their captors.
Not wanting to seem as though she had been tamed in any way by her time here, which, in all honesty, she had not, it was only an ill-timed onset of apathy that was plaguing her, she walked over to a rose that they had foolishly let her keep in her room.
"Hello darling" she crooned, stroking the delicate petals, "Mummy needs you now." She took hold of the plant and positioned it in the direction of the glass. "Now, dear, make Mummy proud." The rose blossomed and quadrupled in size, quickly finding a crack that the recent explosion had made in the glass and, sizing the opportunity, preyed upon the weakness before wrecking the pane entirely.
Ivy hardly blinked as the pane shattered, sending slivers of glass everywhere. She merely stepped delicately around the larger parts of glass and made her way towards the exit, disposing of every sort of guard that attempted to stop her, all the while marveling just how shoddy the security really was, once you had escaped.

The Joker laughed harder, "You'll never be able to save them all, Bats! You see, I've got," he paused to lick his lips, "two vaults filled with innocents and children. And two bombs, set to go off at just the right time. But, the trick is that only one is the real deal. So, I have two men stationed there, one tells the truth and the other lies," another smack of his lips and he grinned sling his gun over his shoulder.

"Now, you will have to use all your little," he wiggled is fingers and chuckled, "wits to ask the right question that will lead you to the right vault. Remember, you have a limited amount of time, so you better think fast, and correctly. Because, if you don't ask correctly and run in recklessly, I'll blow all of them to kingdom come anyway." The Joker let out a ringing laugh, his shoulders shaking with mirth, "Hahaha ah hahah whoohahaha!"

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Harvey was killing loneliness in his cell while playing with his scarred coin. Harvey would not be set apart from his favourite toy for sure. Tossing, watch the coin turning around its perimeter as it floated in the air and waiting for the rightest time till the chance perched upon his thumb. "Blast! I was that close to blowing your head off" Speaking particular with none but the wall itself. Suddenly, turning his head rightwards as if something prodded him looking to the right. With his scarry half dead smile on once again. "Hey, mate you were lucky but do you think your luck would go on like this. Let me be of help on this matter to you". His smile still wide, his eyes watching the tossing with a keen eye as the coin approached to land upon his thumb. It was kinda annoying to see he had lost however, when the scarred side was shown its beautiful face he was happy like a kid. Harvey could play it all his time here since it was the only he could do.

Startled by an explosion he heard nearby, Harvey could not care about the result of tossing. Harvey got on his feet, rushed to the railing of the door almost immediately to witness whomever had caused it. The guards like him did not lose a moment to react. As fast as the guardsmen went, they were flying back even faster. Harvey led out a half dead smile on this one though not yet escaping any laughter from him. Harvey envies on the one who was making a successful escape attempt. Seeing as how the guns are thrown back, Harvey waited for the arrival of the fugitive to be illuminated in his sight.

In a brief flash, He saw that it was a woman walking side by side with odd hungry herbivorous plant escorting along the corridor. "Hey, hey hey" Harvey's voice gradually went up as he saw that woman passing by and leaving from his sight. "Come back here. Let me out. Ivy" he was barking like a dog who was left hungry.

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Will be going to London on March of the 30th

The bubbly blonde sat in her cell, waiting patiently for the other queen of crime to help get her out. And when she did, she was gonna give her Puddin' an earful for leaving her stranded with B-man as his personal punching bag.

Harley sighed, her blue eyes raising up towards the cieling, "I miss him," she breathed, hugging her Joker doll to her chest.

There were far too many things running through her mind, which was about as organized as her room (not at all). She jumped up at the sound of cracking glass, and the tell tale slithering sound that could only be produced by vines growing at an unnatural rate.

"Red!" She cried in excitement, jumping up from her cot to do a happy cartwheel towards her window, "I knew you'd be able to do it. Took ya long enough though. Didn' ya plan this escape...I don't know, a month ago? 'Bout time ya put the plan into action, I was growin' impatient," she giggled, the teasing in the comments obvious. In reality, Harley Quinn could never think too badly of her friend Ivy.
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The Joker, ever true to his strange form, followed Batman up the stairs and onto the roof.

"Come on now, Batsy! Don't you wanna save kids? Tut tut," he rebuffed, waving a finger, his lips pursed and shaking his head as if he were scolding a naughty child, "It's not like you to let so many die while you just hang about for dramatic effect. You really should hurry," he shook his head again, but it was more a twitch than a shake, "or else your friend the Commissioner will have a lot to clean up. Start letting those cogs of yours turn, you have three minutes, I believe." He stumbled as another wave of laughter shook him, obviously enjoying the situation he was in.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Ivy paused at the window of her old friend's cell, resting her forehead against the the glass for a moment. "Patience is a virtue, Harvey, and this was by far the most opportune moment." She smiled, though, and stood back as her dear pet skilfully broke through the glass. "Breathe the free air again. It's the same, of course, but it seems a bit sweeter now that I know there's a crime afoot."
"Oh!" she said, motioning for her pet to bring a familiar object forward "by the way, this was recovered from..." she hesitated "actually, I'm not entirely sure where it was found. Take it if you'd like, but otherwise I'm going to leave it here." She easily handled an over-sized mallet which looked more threatening than it really was.

She strolled leisurely down the hallway, not waiting for Harley to make up her mind. As she passed Harvey's cell, she back-stepped and pressed a hand against the glass, her palm flattening. "Harvey, Harvey, Harvey" she drawled, a slow grin appearing on her face "why ever should I let you go? I wanted to kill you once, so why shouldn't I just let you rot in your cell?"

The former psychiatrist jumped happily out of her glass cage and stretched as if she had been restrained (it was not too far from the mark) for an extended period of time. She took her time shaking out her shoulders and twisting her neck to and fro to get out the kinks, a gymnast before a big competition.

Harley laughed and clapped her hands excitedly. "Thanks so much, Red! This'll come in handy if we run into any guards."

She rolled her eyes. "Not that it's likely, Wheeler and Maxwell are on duty, they're probably playing cards or looking at dirty mags. Oh well, a what a shame, I was looking forward to some major action."

She swung the mallet experimentally before breaking out into a felicitous grin as it made a whirring sound in the air. "Yeah!" She punched the air, "I could definitely do some damage with this. It's nice tah know that I haven't lost my feminine edge, ya know?" She questioned Ivy with a playful wink as she skipped down the hallways, her messy pigtails bouncing, the great mallet swing in her hand. She looked every bit as looney as the news said she was.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Batman waited with bated breath as the Joker made his way up. He only half-listened to what his rival had to say- he was aware that the rest was nonsense.

Putting both hands on the rope that clung to his belt at the roof, he pushed himself away from the wall just as the Joker came into view, and with both legs, pushed him into the window with his feet. Not bothering to look at the damage of the broken window, or the Joker, he hoisted himself back onto the roof and flung the door to the roof access open, running down the stairs swiftly.

He stopped suddenly, his figure melting into the shadow of the walls as he heard the conversation going on between what sounded like two women... and Harvey. His jaw tightened, and at the same time, his fist curled tightly.

He couldn't fight the internal struggle with himself and focus clearly at the same time. He closed his eyes. But when he opened his eyes, they no longer shone with vulnerability, but with a cold sort of confidence. He prepared himself, straining to hear through the cries of the people in the cells.

(These are the times I hate reading. )

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The Joker let out a suprised, "ugh!" escape his lips as he was unceromoniously pushed through the nearest windw.

He stumbled to stand on his feet, fairly sure that one of his ribs was crushed under the Batman's weight. The Harlequin of Hate noted that it proved a bad idea to go this one alone, if Harley had been there he could have sent her after the Bat and then he would not have been inconvenienced by the broken rib. As it was now, he'd have to call it a day and patch up the wound.

"Alright, Bats,"he called after the man in black. "I've had enough playtime for today, but perhaps I could take a raincheck," he waggled his brows and licked his lips.

Removing a knife from one of his many pocket, cut the remainder of the Bat's strings and tied it about a coat hook, hoping that it would not break until he reached the ground.

He jumped out the window, and slid down the sturdy, but thing rope to the fast approaching ground. When he hit the black top he immediately ran, or hobbled to his car and drove wrecklessly towards his hideout. Bats would be otherwise occupied for at least ten minutes.

It was only when he reached the freeway that he settled, his sporadic breathing slowing to a hitched and infinitely more comfortable wheezing. The rib he decided was just bruised. The Joker licked his constantly dry lips. 'This make up is not made for everyday use. I'll have to fix that, or maybe switch to another brand of conditioning lipstick,' he thought.

Then he rolled his eyes, laughing to himself, "Ohhhhohohohaaaaa! Harley'd just looooovvvveee that." He laughed all the way back to the old carnival serving as his hideout.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Harvey shot up a quick smile at her, letting her see the sight of his scarred face smile. "Because you would not know when you need of someone at your hardest moment. And believe me, Ivy life turns around a coin in general sense. One day, you have all the power to victimize anybody on your path. However, another day when the coin shows its ugly face, you would console yourself only to damn your missed chance." Showing his scarred face when he meant "ugly face". But if you scratch my back now, when the time comes, I have your back scratched in the right time. So, here is the deal Ivy. Let me out now and then I'll let your chance be on your side whenever we meet again." Shot her up another freaky smile. "Do we have a deal?"

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Will be going to London on March of the 30th