The role is yours. =]

We most likely will start on Saturday.

If possible, we still need a Superman [at least] and Lex Luther. Or at least, more Superheroes.

Just a head's up! Can't wait! -dances-

Thank you! =)

(okay, Julie asked me to get this thing started)

The Joker waltzed around the perimeter of the museum. In his black gloved hand rested several explosives, he stuck them to the side of the white bricked building as he glided down the walkways surrounding the majestic building.

"Ah!" He said, his lips smacking together and his hands rubbing together in a conspiritorial manner, "A night at the museum! It makes one feel so...so...cultured."

He straightened the lapels of his long purple jacket and smoothed and centered his multi-colored tie.

"I won't be long, now," he mused, gazing at the building with a mishievious grin.

The infamous mad man had finished his part of the preparation. All he needed now was his get away car, and the muscle to carry away all the precious paintings and statues from the museum. That help was late. He growled impatiently at the thought.

"What is taking those bumbling, idiots?" He asked himself as he stalked down a narrow side alley, a block away from museum. He did not like to be kept waiting.

He would give them a few minutes to join him after the blast, before he decided that they all needed to be permanently removed from their positions. Shaking his head, the Joker removed the pin from the detenator in hand.

He laughed as he heard, and saw the fiery blast that knocked out part of the long back wall. His laugh escalated enthusiastically when the blast was joined in by screams, a perfect harmony in his opinion.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Batman pushed his chair back and threw the trapdoor open, pushing himself out. He tilted his head upwards, his eyes narrowing in on the smoke that was slowly rising into the sky about half a mile away. He ducked back into the basement and nodded to the crew.

"The city's under attack." he said calmly, though his eyes were still alert. "We must move quickly. The Joker is not alone."

His fists clenched as he heard the screams fill the air. Without another word, he stepped back, allowing the others to move ahead of him so he could seal the basement from detection.

Just as The Joker began the explosion a huge semi-truck drove up and pulled into a spot a couple yards behind The Joker. As the wall cleared, and a big hole was shown the sediment began to settle. Out of the smoke strode Harley Quinn. She had climbed out of the semi-truck. She wore a joker jump-suit and in her right hand was a silver gun. She strode up to The Joker, "Is it only us?" She asked, refering to if it would only be them to steal the art pieces. In answer to her own question, she just entered the museum.

I'll be Superman. But can I be Robin as well?

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Married Artemis Fowl on July 16, 2007
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The Seemingly Nice But Actually Really Nasty Nazgul
School ate my life. *sigh*

((I'm gonna refresh my memory with Black Canary and if it's okay would I be able to take on Green Arrow too?))

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The Joker glared at the woman next to him, "Well, you certainly took your time, didn't you?" He stalked off into the building gesturing for the clown girl to follow.

"Yes, it's just us for now, Harles. Now, hurry up and grab Daddy some nice pictures so we can decorate. You know how I've been dying," he rolled his eyes and licked his lips, "to redo the living area."

The Joker sighed as a man ran in front of him, trying to block his entrance to the upstairs. He pulled back the hammer on the older gun in his hand, aimed it at the man -now frozen in fear- and pulled the trigger.

"Heheheee!" He laughed loudly and let off a few more shots at the dead man's face till it was nothing more than a sticky, bloody pulp, barely connected to the body.

"Very, Picasso," he muttered to himself, looking at his handy-work, side stepping the mess. It wouldn't do to get his new italian shoes mucky.

"Hurry up, Harley!" He yelled. "Before, Bats and the other Superlosers decide to pay us a visit."

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Harley worked as fast as she could, grabbing some paintings first. "I'm goin' as fast as I can." She remarked when The Joker commented 'hurry up.' One painting that she grabbed was of a clown. A nice touch. She thought. She made her way quickly back towards the semi-truck, filling the vehicle with her arm-full of paintings. Harley did two arm-fulls of paintings before she moved onto the statues. Well... the lighter ones. She ended up getting a lot of busts of people as well as some fancy vases, pots and bowls. It was amazing how fast she worked. When Harley knew they were at a lack of time, she could work lightening fast.

Now, she moved onto the jewelry. Harley broke the glass with the butt of her gun, which made alarms go off. Right now though, she ignored the alarms and proceeded to stuff a black bag full of the jewelry. When she broke open a second case she continued filling the bag, but stopped when she picked up an ancient Egyptian necklace. She held it up to her neck, "Fancy stuff." She muttered as she admired it. Then she quickly put it in the bag and continued her work.

As soon as Harley had filled the bag she sprinted back towards the truck, set the bag down then ran back into the building where she was greeted near the stairs to the second floor by two cops. Harley grinned maliciously, "Good evenin' gents'," She pulled out her gun and pointed it at one. The first man she shot to death, and the second one she kicked in the groin then knocked unconscious with the end of her gun. "And good night." She sprinted up the stairs and glanced around. One piece especially caught her eyes. A mummy coffin except without the mummy. Solid gold with Egyptian writing on the outside. The problem was that it would be really heavy.

After a second she climbed over the red-ropes that roped it off and began to push it. She managed to push the coffin to the stairs. Harley licked her lips as she glanced down the stairs then mounted the coffin. She pushed off using her legs and rode the coffin down the stairs. "Hahahahaaaa," She began to laugh hysterically and only ceased laughing when she reached the bottom of the stairs. Then she proceeded to push the coffin towards the semi-truck. After passing another man and gang-pressing him into submission, she used him to help her carry the coffin. Soon the coffin was on the truck and as soon as it was on, she killed the cop whom she had gang-pressed to help her.

Harley glanced around, "'Ey, Joker! Anything else taken to your likin'? If not, we should head out before the Bat and friends gets here. The truck has at least a little of everything."

The madman turned on his heel, carting a single painting that had caught his eye. He sauntered out of the museum, leaving a wake of sticky bombs on the floor. The whole place would go down in smoke in oh...about four minutes, it'd cause just enough chaos and death for him to make good his escape.

He shot the man in the truck, it wouldn't do to have anyone that could be linked back to him. The Joker hopped into the driver's seat and smoothed his unnaturally green locks.

'Wait...what's that?' He asked himself pausing for a moment before he registered that the dark shape on the floor by the passengers seat was a trucker's hat. The Clown Prince of Crime giggled to himself, "Well, when in Rome," he mused out loud while snatching the yellow stained, truck company hat stating "ACME" in large yellow letters.

He pulled the hat onto his head and grabbed Harley's cowl, pulling her into the driver's seat, snarling, "I know that, you fool! I just said that! Do you think I need you to restate the obvious?" He didn't wait for answer, but pushed her head off his side of the truck cab. The Joker still hadn't forgotten the near lateness. "Now shutup, before I do something that you'll regret."

He wriggled his shoulders and honked the horn, wrecklessly swerving into the jammed lanes of Gotham.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

When The Joker pushed Harley's head she became silent. Harley was used to abuse and she knew what The Joker could do. No use in injuring herself. So instead of talking, she angled her head so she could see the road in front of the truck. They moved fairly fast, even though the traffic was thick. With any luck, they could make a clean get-away.

He continued chuckling, leaning far over the wheel of the huge truck, so much so that he was nearly standing. His foot jammed down on the accelerator.

The Joker's eyes flicked about excitedly, unable to focus on one thing easily. His adrenaline was rushing and he turned his head to the side and saw a van in the lane next to him.

"Gotta get over.... MOVE!" He yelled at the van like they could here him and swerved directly into the van causing it to spin out into the small Camry behind it. The semi-truck took minimal damage, not that he would have stopped for anything save it breaking down.

He watched in the rearview mirror as the domino effect took place, the Camry hitting another small car who hit another and so on.

He tisked, sniggering, "So many crazy drivers out on the road these days. Makes one worried. Hahahahehehe! Next time you go to the store Harles, be extra careful, you're likely to get run over by one of those," he jerked his head back, "goons."

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

[Yes that's fine. =] For both of you.]

When the entire crew was out of the basement, Batman sealed it and stepped back, glancing at the roof. He raised his arm, narrowing his eyes slightly. Just as he was about to shoot the rope, however, a familiar voice broke his concentration.

"Master Wayne? You've forgotten your coffee." Bruce turned around, half amused and half exasperated at the sight of Alfred standing in the cold in his suit with a silver tray in his hands.

"Not now, Alfred. Can't you see I'm busy saving the city?" He shot the rope into the air, testing it with a pull when he heard a satisfying scrape of metal against concrete. He pushed himself off the ground.

"You know, Master Wayne, you really should start to manage your time better." The butler seemed a little miffed that Bruce had-yet again- left him stranded with a pot of cofee in the middle of the yard on a cold night. The coffee was too bitter for the poor old man's taste buds.

"We'll discuss it later, Alfred." A voice called down to him. Batman whipped his cloak around and jumped off the building, spreading his arms wide so he was gliding from one rooftop to another. From below, his large dark figure gave a feeling of magnificence, as well as fright. Many of the civilians scurried for cover when they saw him.

Harley chuckled softly, "Of course." She replied simply. She struggled to get out of the seat and soon she had moved to the Passanger seat without bothering The Joker's driving - or him. Hopefully. She looked out the window excitedly. So far, the batman had not come. Looks like they were clean.