Let's take a stroll through Gotham... [Accepting through PM][Started]

[Encalade Shinamisu]

The Man in Black Tights got his report straight from the radio. He tapped to the hollow ear on his cowl and messaged Oracle in morse code.

 

[back at the Batcave 'Watchtower']

 

"Watch the east corner? And send Robin on look out?"

 

Oracle was a bit confused to the Leathery Caped detective's choices, but proceeded to do so. Never question the bat was quite the policy of working under Bruce.

 

[back to Batsy]

 

Gordon must be upset too. You can never think the way Joker does. Not unless you are someone like me. The Joker has waited too long, but for what? Is it me again?

 

Whom or whatever it is, I still don't like this situation much. I must stay on alert, and so must Oracle and Robin

 

Batman took his cape and strectched it forward, gripping the aluminum tipped and scalloped edges. He begun his descent down before silently slipping through a window in the hall. He slipped in just a few feet from Gordon, before taking two breif and short steps to get his attention.

 

"Gordon. How's the shift going so far?"

[Shadow Zero]

||||Harold also notices the Batman arriving and casually says "Well hello batman." He then turns back to Gordon and says "Well I can see that you're busy with more important things, so I'll just find things out in my own fashion shall I?" Harold tok a few steps away and took off the backpack that he had been wearing. Crouching down to the ground on one knee he quickly takes out a rather large item that looks to be to cylinders fused together and also having numerous straps. In seconds, Harold has this, the six smaller curved cylinders, and his head gear with a unique sighting mechanism all on. The sighting mechanism itself went onto his left ear and hung there tightly while not being uncomfortable, and had instead of the traditional plus sign a coin shape with a vertical slit like a snakes pupil with a dot in the center of it, and was a blood red shape. Finished arming himself, Harold gets up and looks over at Batman and Gordon and says "See you inside, 'Dark Knight'." With that, Harold makes a sudden break for the building, staying low so as to go largely unnoticed and easily slipping inside. Having made his entrance, he walks further in thinking Now where could that as of yet unnamed maniac be?

[Guest Tainted Black]

"STOP!!" The two cops called as they chased him. He preferred to be called Noir to the rest of the world, even though his mob knew him as 'Boss', and the business world new him as John Taylor, a wealthy business owner. Granted, no one in the business world knew that Noir and John were one and the same. He wore a big grin as he led the cops through assorted alleys, one hand holding his wide brimmed hat at all times. He grinned, because this was naught more than a game to him. His other hand, which had been in his Trench coat's pocket, came out holding a revolver. He turned around to the cops and let them catch up, armed with only clubs. He lifted his face, and they saw who he was. "Sayonara, pigs." He said with a cheshire grin as he proceeded to execute the two cops. When they fell, he calmly turned and walked out into the street. He thought, looking at the emerald he had just stolen. He let out a laugh as he began to head back to his ride.

[Shadow Zero]

Harold walked through the building, searching it quickly and methodically from front to back. So far he did not see or here anything. Once he had satisfied himself that there was nothing happening on the first floor he took the elevator up to the second floor and stayed out of sight as the doors opened. Holding out a large coin shaped mirror that was about the size of his hand, he used it to look into the hallway and found nobody there. Swiftly exiting the elevator, he whipped his arm gun around to point down the part of the hall to the right of the elevator that he had been unable to see, but found that there was nobody in his immediate vicinity. It's almost to quiet in here. I wonder why i haven't run into anyone and why it is so silent? As he thinks this, Harold begins searching the second floor, but still has no idea as to exactly where the mayor is being held, or by whom.

 

--which floor is the mayor on now? =/

[fenrir]

((I honestly have to post faster. Damn school. Chaos, I was originally intending to have a guard block you from entering the building. So you might need to edit your post after mine. Sorry for the confusion.))

 

Before Harold could even pass the barricade of cop cars, an armored Police Guard blocked his path. He was taller than Harold and possessed a quite imposing figure. His black bullet proof vest, M16, and bullet proof helmet hid his features almost perfectly. He put his hand out as if implying that Harold couldn't get passed him.

 

"Sorry, but Commissioner Gordon says no one gets past this point. You're gonna have to step back."

 

---

 

Seemingly unfazed, Gordon sighed once. Dominic instead had a brief expression of surprise, as Batman approached them unnoticed.

 

"Not good. The Joker's got the mayor held at gunpoint. We tried to get some of our men in, but Joke-"

 

Suddenly, the radio in Gordon's car went off.

 

"WE HAVE A PROBLEM. I REPEAT, WE HAVE A PROBLEM."

 

Without hesitation, Dom swiped the other end of the com and cleared his throat. "This is Detective Dominic, what's happening?"

 

"GOTHAM SOUTH, JOKER'S MEN JUST SHOWED UP IN A PIER WAREHOUSE. THEY HAVE GUNS AND THEY'RE... OH MY GOD THEY HAVE CRO-"

 

The line was cut short, and Dominic grimaced. Gordon shot a look at him as if saying, 'what happened?'.

 

"Joker's men are at some warehouse in Gotham South. Judging by the yelling, final words, and the consistent shouting of 'FEEDING TIME'. I believe Joker has an accomplice in his act."

 

Before the conversation could continue, a blast ricocheted through the roof of the building, and screams of nearby civilians were heard. Gunshots rang out and Joker's gang members appeared from the building.

[Proto]

Garfield Lynns was never a man of the gun, he prefered fire by far to exterminate the lives of Gotham. However when the bangs of gunfire became heard fired from a nearby alleyway he couldn't resist but to burst into a ugly smile onto his charred face. As he saw a man in a black trenchcoat walk out into the streets his grin widened behind his green fireresistant mask and then began walking over to the man, cackling a bit before stopping to retain a serious demeanor to a possible partner. "So, you think you're the new bigshot here in Gotham eh?" the man said behind his mask, resisting his urge to turn something aflame.

[Shadow Zero]

Harold was at first annoyed, then angered that this man stepped in his way and stopped him from being able to proceed any farther. When he heard the the Joker mentioned, he almost lost it. When he heard the gunshots and saw the men pouring out of city hall, he acted on instinct and, with a sizeable effort, shoved the police officer to the ground before ducking behind it himself and peering through the windows. Multiple enemies, overwhemling force...not good. at this rate, we'll all be overrun! Knowing that there is no other choice, Harold takes aim and fires, shooting to kill and aiming carefully so that each shot went into the head of one of gangs men. His stomach clenched each time he did this, but he knew that it was the only way, and that he would still have to be doing the same thing if he was part of the force.

[Guest Tainted Black]

Noir turned around slowly keeping his eyes covered, and wearing a large grin. "That depends. Who are you?" He chukled. "Maybe you are the Frickin' Mask for all I know." He kept his eyes covered as he spoke. He put his hand on the revolver in his pocket and felt the cold steel. Comforting. If this man made any false moves, there'd be one less man using up the world's oxygen. He sincerely hoped he would try something. He hadn't had his fill with the two idiot cops. Pigs, as he called them. THey were idiots, unable to solve his fathers murder correctly.

[Proto]

"Gee guy, we can't be talking buisness with you waving those guns around." The Firefly raised one hand, which held a concealed flamethrower but that guy didn't need to know that. "Anyways, I'm known as Firefly by the locals, funny things they call me." "Anyways I saw what you did to those cops over there, I was considerin' giving you a taste of my fire but I suppose you'll live another day." He then turned to the man, with another smirk behind his mask he said "Anyways what do they call ya 'round these parts?"

[Hydra of Ages]

I reclined in my office- 'I', of course, being a purely subjective term used to designate a unique existence, a niche filled only by myself in such a circumstance that were this to be read, one would be not only sure of my own personal identity, but the one of whom I refer to as the owner of the thoughts or actions designated to them. In such case, while 'I' would not, and in fact, COULD not be anyone besides my own self, one reading would have no clue beyond that the one speaking would not be themselves- that is, one reading the word 'I', assuming it hadn't been written by themselves personally or one masquerading as them, they would be able to rule themselves out as the owner of the term.

 

I digress, however. As it so happened, my own serandipity was about to pay off, and for those who didn't know their 'I's from their 'J's were about to get a rude awakening I mused to myself, placing my soft-soled loafers up against the redwood desk I owned, engraved with my own personal mark; Not a sign of exclamation, but indeed a line and a dot. Did I feel a need to go out and dirty my high-quality shoes? Why, of course not. For a genius, idleness is a luxury that can be afforded by large quantities of intelligence, one thing I had in gross surplus.

[Guest Tainted Black]

Noir's grin only grew as he heard the guy. "So you're Firefly. Yeah, I've heard about you. I'd better watch those flamethrowers.". With that, he let one of his blue eyes show out into the night, unlike earlier. "My name?... Noir is what my men call me." He said, referring to his mob. He fidgeted with the lock on his gun and chuckled. "I'm the head of the mob in these parts nowadays. Not that you know who I really am." He slid the gun back into his pocket. "Oh, and kill me? Ain't gonna happen, baby." He stared at him, grin ever present.

[Proto]

"Oh I wouldn't be so sure with claiming immortality so soon, we still got lots planned here no? Anyways what kinda name is Noir? I mean I'm called Firefly because I can do THIS!" At that moment Firefly drew his orange flamethrower and pulled the trigger, shooting a large tongue of flame out of the weapon. The flames hit a nearby phone booth, which began burning instantly, releasing a small amount of smoke into the air. "And THIS!" This time the pyromatic pressed a button on his jetpack, it promptly shot him into the air with a burst of intense fire and caused him to land on his feet seconds later. "What can you do?" he asked with a daring tone of voice.

[Guest Tainted Black]

Noir grinned. "Noir means Black in French. Black like the night!" He shusckled. Then he pulled out a cell phone and spoke into it. AS he snapped in close, and put it in his pocket, he laughed. "THIS is what I can do." He said grinning from ear to ear, and adjuting his hat. As he adjusted it, a bullet zoomed an inch in front of Firefly's face from a roof to his side. "I'm a mob boss." Noir continued, "I wasn't having them aim for you, just showing you what I can do." Noir snapped, and it echoed in the desolate street. He chuckled as he waited for Firefly's reply.

[//Zeromaru//]

"Well looky here boys," Two-Face called to his men, "Looks like theres a few of the freaks out tonight!" Two-Faces men all looked out of the window to see Firefly standing near a burning telephone box. "Well anyway forget them, we have bigger fish to fry." He sat forwards and switched the dial on the stolen police radio. Police all over the city were barking orders to each other and shouting about the numerous 'villians' that they were dealing with tonight. The helicopter flew overhead and Two-Face could see many police all bundled round the front of city hall.

"Boss, that must be were the Jokers goons are," one of the less than average minded men told the scarred ex-lawyer.

"How the hell did you figure that out?" Two-Faced asked, "Was the large amount of police? Or maybe the you heard the police radio tell us?" Two-Faces man just sat there blinking then declared happily.

"No I saw the men wearing Joker masks out the front of the building." His boss sighed, pulled out his pistol and leveled it to the mans head.

"Look fella. I'm sorry... but your contract has been terminated." The man seated behind the simlpe minded goon opened the door before Two-Face pulled the trigger. The mans body fell backwards out of the helicopter and landed in between the police, blood dripping from the gaping hole in his forehead.

[Shadow Zero]

Harold had just picked off his tenth 'victim' when he heard the loud thud of a body hitting the ground. Ignoring it at first, Harold picked off several more of the Jokers goons before crouching out of site below the police cars windows. Looking at where the body had hit the ground, Harold barely recognized the face of one of two-faces men. So it's you , huh? You never were very bright. Personally, if i had been in his shoes, I would have killed you and had you replaced a long time ago. Harold looked upward and saw the personal helicopter of Harvey Two-Face, the man he had once hoped he could call father, but had to disown because of his criminal tendencies. Wondering just why Two-Face was here, Harold sat and thought about this strange turn of events for several long seconds before putting it from his mind and undoing the back strap of his arm cannon. Rotating his arm 90 degrees to the right and changing how the grip for firing the arm cannon was positioned so that it was easier to aim with, Harold turned around and faced through the police window again, ducking momentarily as a shot whizzed through, then getting back up and returning fire as he once again started killing off the Jokers goons.

 

--hey alfius, I have my character listed as the son of Harvey Two-Face, so we might want to think up of some sub-plot along those lines or something.

[Proto]

"Pfft, I've seen freaking policemen do that, you think you're something special? Out here we have guns that can condense someone inside a web-like substance. We have guys who freeze, guys who kill for no reasons." Firefly then stopped to see the look on Noir's face, taking a grin of madness at him before continuing. "And we have guys like you, who think their so special just cause they got a couple of guns and people to shot it. Guys like you don't last long in the crime live, not with the bat flying 'round." He then saw the place was being swarmed by police and grinned quickly as they yelled out "Hands above your head now!" "Anyways, I'd love to stay but I've gotta jet. Have fun with those big bad police!" Firefly said as he shot up in the air with his jetpack, dodging the bullets shot at him as he left Noir cackling like mad.

[Guest Tainted Black]

Noir laughed boisterously. "I am THE crime lord, and I can have you killed at any time!" He called after the flying Firefly.

[fenrir]

The gunfight was slowly becoming more and more of a massacre. As the police scrambled to get in their cars and to grab their rifles, the thugs continued an onslaught of lead. The SWAT trucks had driven up to cover Gordon's car, making a makeshift fort for the lead officers. The thugs Harold killed were used as meat shields by the others. A tactic common of Joker. Dom spat. He was sick of this.

 

"Gordon, I'm off to the bathroom."

 

Gordon nodded, he knew this was an excuse to see his informant.

 

With that, Dominic pulled up a short rimmed cowboy hat and left.

 

---

 

Entering Gotham East, Dominic stopped at a building. The sign said something along the lines of 'Private Detective'. He waved the matter away. He opened the door and stepped inside. Taking off his hat, he sighed loudly. "Edward. I need some... Information..."

[Shadow Zero]

Harold was disgusted that anyone would use their fallen comrades as a shield so that they could continue to live. He was also aware of the fact that his ammo was limited, and that even though he had already killed no less then fifty of the thugs, there were many more then twice that amount yet to fall. Harold knew that it seemed hopeless, but he also knew that there had to be a way to stop this madness. Crouching down as low as possible to the ground, he went over to where the Batman and Gordon were standing and talking and walked straight up to them without even bothering to excuse himself for the interruption. "Hey guys, you do realize that as things stand at the moment we're pretty much screwed right? So how about we stop hiding behind these cars trying to pick them off and actually think of a way to take them out already!" Harold had not meant to be mean, but the disgust he felt for those thugs using their 'meat shields' was more then he could bear, and made it hard to keep his emotions in check. Glaring at Gordon and Batman, he waits for one of them to answer while shots continuously sound from the numerous guns being fired.

[//Zeromaru//]

((Chaos: Agreed, an evil father and a good guy son are always fun.))

 

Two-Faces helicopter flew past the Joker scene and kept on flying.

"Hey boss, Batman was down there. Why didn't we shoot him?" One of his men asked.

"Because, he would have found a way to deflect the bullets and we would be a lot lower on ammunition." Two-Face said with a sigh, "I didn't even have to flip a coin to choose that." Two-Face looked at his hired goons, he had to get brighter men. He looked around at the lights of the city and saw numerous targets.

"Oh which to choose, which to choose. This part is always the most fun don't you think?" It was a rhetorical question and none of his men answered. Pointing his finger out of the window he chuckled, "Eeny. Meeny. Miny. Mo! HA HAA! There we go, Gotham Museum of History." All of two-Faces men looked puzzled, "I hear they have a large exhibited of priceless egyptian artifacts." Everyone in the helicopter grinned and made sure their weapons were loaded. "This is going to be a fun night." Two-Face thought not for the first time that evening.

[Shadow Zero]

Right as he finishes practically yelling at Batman and Gordon, Harold notices the sound of a helicopter flying overhead. He figured that it was just a police helicopter and gave it only a quick glance, but then took a second, longer glance at it as it flew overhead. Oh no...what are you going to do now....?! Harold recognized the helicopter as one of the ones that his villainous father Harvey Two-Face used when he and his goons were going to be going out on a job. After staring for several long seconds at the helicopter Harold looks at Batman and Gordon with a very serious look on his face and says "Sorry guys, but you're going to have to finish this on your own. I need to go and make sure that Papa Two-Face doesn't caused any trouble." Without even waiting for a response, Harold runs off and grabs the nearest motorcycle and hot-wires it in seconds. Kicking the engine into life, he goes screaming away from the firefight at Gotham City Hall and heads in the direction that he saw the helicopter headed in. After a few minutes of weaving in and out of traffic, Harold was able to bring the Helicopter back into view. All right Harvey, time for me to stop you...just like I promised you when we last met.

[//Zeromaru//]

The helicopter banked a quick left and headed for the museum. As the helicopter landed the doors were already open and the men jumped out as they had been told to do. Harvey stepped out on to the strut. "Okay boys call it in. Tell the boys back at home that daddy needs a large van." As Two-Face walked away the copter sped off into the night ready for pick up should they need it. He proceeded to enter through the roof door and made his way down the steep staircase. He strolled along walkways and down steps till he arrived in the egyptian exhibit. His men, all wearing dual coloured masks, were smashing cases and pulling mummies out of tombs. Two-Face grinned a truly sadisctic grin as he surveyed the damage caused. A number of security guards were tied up in the corner, all were too scared to move. They obviously weren't paid enough to handle this kind of heist. As he meandered across the destruction Harvey noticed a case containing some gold and shining jewellery. The butt of his pistol came down and crashed through the glass picking up one of the rings Harvey tried it on, a perfect fit.

"Hey boss. We just got word from the bird." Two-Face turned up to his chief man standing on a balcony, "Some hero is on his way here. Riding a bike."

Hmm. Not the bat, he's dealing with the joker. His mind pondered all possible things.

The boy wonder then? Robin was the hidden thorn when you cut off the tip of a rose. You think you've gotten rid of all the things that could hurt you, and then you realise that you've missed one little point. Better to throw away the whole flower then? Of course not. You get rid of the thorn and place the rose on display. Of course there are always bugs that could hurt your precious flower.

"Bring me a rifle. I'll deal with this."

[Shadow Zero]

Harold arrived at the museum and saw that this seemed to be the last stop. No time to try and find a quiet way in. Besides, if I know Harvey half as well as I think I do, he'll already know that someone is on the way in, even if he doesn't know that it's me. Harold reached into his pocket and withdrew several coins with razor sharp edges, his 'special stock' of coins that he held in reserve for an occasion such as this. Bracing himself against the motorcycle, he rides it up the museum steps and crashes through the front door, turning the bike so that it would start skidding to a halt, Harold jumped off of the bike and slid along the ground until he came to a complete stop. Ironically enough, he just happened to come to a stop directly across from Harvey Two-Face, the man that had once been his father. "It's been a long time, Harvey."

[//Zeromaru//]

Two-Face looked around and noticed that the attacking hero had just burst in through the front door. He grabbed the rifle that had just been thrown down form the balcony and dodged round a corner.

"Well now, breaking down the doors? That doesn't sound very heroic now does it?" Harvey called out, he saw his men darting off to find cover. Perfect, no one blocking his view. He checked the rifle and was just about to put it round the corner when the voice shouted to him. He froze. That voice, he hadn't heard it or wanted to hear it for an age. He put the rifle round and shot, he had excellent aim. No human being would have been able to dodge it, unless they happened to train for it. People such as Batman and himself... or his son. Because of this he just shot a warning. Throwing the rifle out from his hiding place he pulled out his pistol and the second he kept on the other side.

"Ahh. I didn't expect it to be you. I thought that maybe it might be that Robin kid." He pulled his body round the stone wall, "Though I never thought..." He smiled. "How rude of me. Boys this is my third son, Harry. Harry meet the boys."

The hall echoed with the metallic sound of guns being readied.

[Shadow Zero]

Harold Glared at Harvey when he was called Harry and practically yells "GEEZ OLD MAN, I TOLD YOU NEVER TO CALL ME THAT!" Regaining control of his temper Harold put his left hand in his pocket and dropped all of the coins he had in his hand save one. Looking Harvey straight in the eye he said "Anyway, I am afraid that i am going to have to ask you to leave and put back anything you took, Harvey Dent. Oh, and by the way..." Harold suddenly whipped his left hand out of his pocket and chucked the coin in it with deadly accuracy at one of the goons that was on the balcony, sending it straight through the skull and into the wall behind and above him. "Just when are you going to find someone other then the same tired old goons? They're almost too easy to kill."