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April Showers
Date of Scene: 04 April 2023
Location: Gotham Towers
Synopsis: The Joker and Two-Face try to ring in the spring with a daring heist of a social event.
Cast of Characters: Joker, Nightwing, Spoiler, Bizarro, Two-Face, Batman, Harley Quinn




Joker has posed:
Spring time in Gotham!

A time of new growth, a riot of life and color, a time for it to continue to rain all the damn time. This evening, for once, the weather is clear and just warm enough to have an outdoor event be invited. For most of Gotham this is a time to sweat over you taxes and the incoming pressure of the summer months. For the rich? It is, as always, party time.

The Wests aren't an Old Gotham Family, but they'd like to be allowed to go to the same parties. And that means throwing the same parties! Samson West is a quiet professional, his wife Wendy never quiet the same after what happened to Herbert. But Rachel West, the oldest daughter, is vibrant, and ambitious, and sees one of the first society events of the season as the way to hold onto the social progress so hard won by her parents. It'll be bold, daring, dangerous.

Rogue baiting. The newest trend in the high end Gotham set is to throw themed parties that are in line with the themes of several of the city's most infamous Art Criminals. You get all the thrill of being robbed without the maniac actually showing up, just like jumping over the third rail of an active subway system. In West's case, she picked 'Easter'. In other words, a lot of pastels, ridiculously expensive 'gift bags' made out of real eggshell, and of course costumes.

Rachel West, the White Rabbit, surveys the first round of ducks, rabbits, and even a few pigs. The perfect way to imply the diseased mania of the Mad Hatter without actually risking everyone's lives. The guests are shocked, tittering, drinking freely. It's a hit!

Three men in rabbit costumes relax in the service elevator, guarding what looks for the world like a massive, novelty cake shaped like an enormous easter egg.

"You know." Charlie Charliehorse says, adjusting his mask a little. "This is pretty common in Europe."

"Stupid parties?" Johnny Frost says, lighting a cigarette under his lamb mask.

Boffo the Berserk, a huge man barely shoved into a pastel suit and duckie mask, wordlessly puts it out.

"No, idiot, easter eggs. Novelty chocolate ones, handmade. The Hersey company, Johnny, has done a terrible disservice to this country when it comes to professional candymaking." Charlie Charliehorse explains.

"I like the little Reeses eggs." Johnny says back, a little insulted.

"It's nearly time." Boffo interrupts. "Showtime in five. In, get the eggs, out before everyone dies. Let's be professional out there."

The party takes place on the outdoor penthouse of a high end Gotham apartment building, the sort of place aspiring people fight to live in and the truly rich rent out rooms to leave empty. There's a pool, and a lush decoration of fresh cut flowers and a few subtly lewd fertility icons Rachel's had brought over from her brother Herbert's collection back home in New England. There's a well stocked buffet, free bar, a few conversation pits, and a Bangles cover band. The centerpiece, a living egg cake, hasn't been brought out yet, but Rachel West is an engaged, charming host for a striver. Where are you?
Nightwing has posed:
Dick Grayson absolutely hates these functions.

He is the adoptive son of Bruce Wayne, however, and it is almost mandatory for him to attend in lue of his earnst-while occupied father. So here he is, in a rather flattering and custom tuxedo with a his black hair slicked back. He's wearing an elaborate bunny mask that matches his black suit, with a drink in hand, and a smile on his face that couldn't more inaccurately represent how he feels as he meangles.

It's not even that he dislikes them... that's not true. This just feels so.... baited. Because it is. There's a big shoe hovering over head and it doesn't take a world class detective to deduce that it's about to fall.

"This is lovely." He lies so effortlessly as he comes up on the Hostess, pretending to sip his drink with a blue eyed glance around at the gathered group, "Sorry Bruce couldn't make it. Last minute Board meeting, but he did tell me to give you his best." Which is pretty typical and standard.
Spoiler has posed:
Dick, at least, didn't have to come alone. His date, one Stephanie Brown, -is- uncomfortable at these things. Given her ... family history with Rogues, these kinds of things make her incredibly anxious. Blue eyes flicker around in obvious nerves and maybe a little paranoia.

Except not really, given what's about to go down.

She's dressed in a pretty, if plain strapless gown in a shimmery rose pink. It has a conservative slit up one side, only to the knee, and her heels are practical and low. She has a flute of champaigne in her hand that she hasn't touched as she hovers in Dick's orbit. She doesn't say much, just smiles at the appropriate times and just tries to blend in.
Bizarro has posed:
    For some, getting trounced in Metropolis and then trying your luck in Gotham might seem like a perfectly reasonable thought. There were more defenders but for all the world it just seemed like a lot of people in spandex. Gotham City, a place where darkness was supposed to be able to thrive and grow!

Not a bad thing... unless you were scared of the dark.

One Metropolis cast-off that suffered from exactly that affliction was Bizarro. The grey goliath, the failed facsimile, the guy that was having a really hard time these last few days so now he was perched on a nearby billboard to keep out of the dark. He sulked and listened to the prattle of the party and the jawing of the men in the elevator. He stuffed a stolen appetizer into his mouth, chewing sullenly. It was the darndest thing. A stiff wind and a plate or two just seemed to empty.
Two-Face has posed:
Rogue Baiting Parties need workers. And there's quite a few pastel colored workers that are all over the place in here. The outfits are pastel pinks and pastel greens that are weirdly mismatched in a manner that makes them look symmetrical in a twisted way. Even the masks that are worn by the strange people that seem to look alike... at least every other waiter does... are part of this weird duality of color coding.

The outdoor penthouse is crawling with waitstaff that are carrying Easter themed finger foods and Easter themed drinks. They are never still longer than it takes for some of the patrons to partake and then they are on the move again. They are just around to make sure that people are having a good time. And to make sure that people who are too shy to go to the buffet or the bar can get some delicious drinks and eats as well.

It's going to be a good party. Right?
Joker has posed:
Rachel Rabbit is spoken to by THE Dick Grayson. She double takes and tries not to make a fool of herself. "Ah hahahahahaha?" She fails, swallows, smooths her dress out and pretends his obvious date is a homely cousin or something. "Thank-" Rachel swallows again and vamps a little, "Thank you, Mister Grayson. It's such an honor to have you here at this little observation of the season. Please, enjoy yourself! We're going to have a little to eat."

"Where did my food go?!" Simon West, disguised as a duckie, looks at where his plate of appetizers once was. "It just vanished!"

"Just get MORE Simon." Rachel says through furiously clenched teeth. "Anyway, the centerpiece should be set up just about now!"

Rachel is correct; the elevator opens and the three chefs bring the massive egg cake, which functionally works a bit like if you made a Cadbury cream egg big enough to feed a party full of people and complicated enough to get posted on Instagram. It's several bright pastel colors swirled around a core of chocolate, almost the size of a person. The chefs are heavily masked or they'd be, presumably, beaming with pride as they set the egg cake up at the central dias.

"We're going to have a little dancing and some dinner, and then crack the egg to officially welcome spring!" Rachel Rabbit says, triumphantly. Some of the crowd are actually getting into it; the band isn't bad, even if the wait staff are all kind of creepy.

And there's that delicious edge of anticipation. Everyone can feel the brick on a string hanging over the party, and being young and invincible, are sure someone else is going to get splattered.
Nightwing has posed:
Dick smiles to Rachel, hand sliding along the small of Stephanie's back to bring her foreward, "Ah, well I'm sure it'll be excellent." He pretends to sip his drink, a trick he's long perfected over many years pretending to enjoy these events. "Stephanie Brown, this is Rachel West." Introducing the two, but only so it is absolutely, wonderfully clear that Stephanie is anything other than a homely cousin.

If he achieves NOTHING at all tonight.

Making Rachel squirm will be the highlight.

Because genuinely, truly, and honestly, Grayson really can't stand the Socialites of Gotham. "Excuse us, I think I'm going to have a dance." With a wink to Rachel, he makes to lead Stephanie towards teh dance floor with that hand still sitting in the small of her back.
Spoiler has posed:
Steph is really good at body language. Not as good as Cass, but she can absolutely read the room. This room is full of thirsty socialite women who certainly wish they were her. Homely cousin indeed. She takes time out of her busy fretting and paranoia schedule to beam smugly at Rachel. "Charmed," she says in a tone so polite and cordial you'd think they hated each other. "What a lovely party."

When Dick leads her off to dance, she deposits her untouched champagne on a passing tray and leans into her date to mutter. Well, not just to mutter. It's kind of nice, honestly. "Something feels off, Dick. These things usually bore me, not make me feel so tense."

Steph isn't the greatest dancer, but she's passable. Pretty light on her feet for Reasons.
Bizarro has posed:
    Simon West's food choices was subpar and he should feel bad about himself in that regards... and this is coming from someone that had only ever scavenged his food or 'enjoyed' the best nutrient slurry that either Cadmus or Lexcorp could provide.

His langs dangled overthe billboard's catwalk as he watched the world go by, listened as it enjoyed itself without him. Had it forgotten who it's trye hero... No, he'd begun to suspect those memories.

Reaching over, he stuffed a cracker with a dollop of grey stuff behind him. Again, disney had betrayed him. Not only was he not part of their world but the Candlabra had also told him filthy lies! His features twisted bitterly grousing his distaste before he stiffly swallowed it down. Broad shoulder sagged deeply and a heavily-browed head. Were he a farm-raised country boy, perhaps his temper would be finer and his manners more polished... But alas, you learn so few social niceties when born and raised in a tube.

Taking up what remains of the grey lumps and crackers, he pitches them back and over his shoulder, perforating the billboard and streaking away to gods know where.
Two-Face has posed:
Not that anybody's paying attention to the waitstaff but they are starting to take up random residence around the perimeter of this here party. It almost looks like they are in pairs. Weird. That's definitely not what's happening.

Why are none of them holding trays anymore? Also weird.

It must have everything to do with the fact that the delectable egg cake being rolled out. They are just making room so that the party can be the actual hit that it's sure to be. And in no way, shape, or form are creating some weird perimeter where they can easily block off potential exits in favor of keeping all the guests where they can see them.

These parties are something else, aren't they?
Batman has posed:
Patrolling yes that's what the bat has been doing and why? Well because he's the Bat, though he does have a new partner that has been making the rounds with him seeing the /party/ has him curious and so Batman moves through the shadows to get a better look.
Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley Quinn Is inside as she like the kids, is mingling, but she stops as she grabs a drink, and downs it in one gulp before she sighs, " You sure there's something going down here?" She says into her pig tail.. then she looks up at the waiters and smirks, " Never mind.. " She says this like moving to make sure if things explode, she won't get caught I.e away from the cake!!

     It's hard to think she's Harley, Sure the outfit is her style, but still, it's WAY higher class than Harley normally wears heck her hair is down!
Joker has posed:
"Okay.~" Rachel said, seemingly oblivious to the snub from Dick and Steph. Or maybe she just understood that even being snubbed by someone as in demand as Dick Grayson was gold on the Gotham social set.

Simon West looked up as another strange blast of wind causes food to vanish. It could be, he thinks, one of those mutants! Simon West doesn't know how he feels about the Mutant Menace; sure the scary ones on tv saying they're here to replace the human race are convincing, but he can't quite swallow hating and fearing someone because of an accident of birth. He should meet one, he decides, getting his Grey Ghost telescope and spy glass and kneeling down by the buffet to try and catch the invisible mutant stealing his dinner.

The dance floor is nice! Fun colors, and Bangles Cover Band plays pretty well for a Bangles cover band. Missing the vibe, they've started 'Hazy Shade of Winter' which is one of those songs you can dance at whatever pace you like to.

In a few minutes, Rachel the White Rabbit comes to the front. "Ah, attention! Everyone! Just a moment. It's now exactly the first day of spring-so in commemoration of the new season, I'd like to ring in the spring." Rachel reaches for a large, novelty hammer.

And Charlie Charliehorse picks it up, "This is a little weighted, miss. Don't worry." And he spins around and SWINGS the hammer at the chocolate egg.

It cracks, and shatters, and out of the novelty confection comes a tall, thin man, immaculately dressed in a bright purple suit with a green shirt and a striped purple and green tie. He has chalk white skin, bright red lips, wild impossibly green hair, and a pair of dead, yellow eyes. The Joker is also wearing a Bugs Bunny mask, crude and childish, and takes one of the chocolate carrots and takes a big bite out of it.

"Nyaaah, shouldn't have taken that left turn at Albuquerque!" The Joker says, tossing the carrot aside and drawing a pistol. Boffo and Johnny draw heavy automatic rifles, while Charlie grabs a thick canvas bag. Joker looks at the frozen crowd, drinking in the moment of doubt, denial and pain. "But while I'm here, I suppose I'll make myself at home! Hah hah, eyahha, EYYYAAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
Nightwing has posed:
Dick takes one of Stephanie's hands in his, the other lays around her waist. Moving them around in circles, deliberately giving them a full view of the entire penthouse patio. Far easier to keep an eye on everything when you can easily spin around without drawing any attention. He has a smile on his face, but his eyes are very serious. The expression one carefully crafted to keep people from paying too much attention to the quiet, lovers conversation he's currently having with Stephanie.

"There's definitely something off." He agrees, leaning in, brushing his thumb on her jaw. He leans in towards her ear as if he's about to give her a gentle kiss, but instead his eyes flick up to peer at some of the wait staff. "Take a look around the perimeter." He muses right against Stephanie's ear. Turning her in that elegant dance so that she can see the pairs of waiters positioning themselves. Sans tray.

All under the illusion of just a pair of dancers waiting for the unveiling of the large egg on stage.

From which the Clown Prince has suddenly errupted.

Dick seeths. Hissing through his teeth as automatic weapons are drawn and aimed at the crowds. He pushes away from stephanie, nodding for her to make some space so that they can cover more ground, and turns to throw his hands up with the other guests. He's just a wealthy socialite, adopted son of Gotham's First Son. Now he just has to make sure none of the armed men REALIZE who he is... so he can get close enough to even the odds.
Spoiler has posed:
In the grand scheme of vigilantes, Stephanie is a relative newbie in comparison to Dick or the Bat himself. She's got enough experience to stay alive, and even thrive on the streets, but some things still scare the hell out of her. As the two twirl around the dancefloor in an elegant, but pedestrian and extremely average way, she absolutely picks up on the oddness of the staff, and the suspicion in her eyes is only masked by the absolutely vapid expression on her face. That look is shaken, her eyes softening and the mask falling away for an instant as Dick leans in, her cheeks going scarlet for a moment.

She tries to put it back up, but the attempt is shattered as the egg is smashed and the Clown emerges in a deranged display of twisted comedy. Sometimes she hates being right.

She splits away from Dick, slipping into the crowd and absolutely pretending to be a terrified party guest. Which isn't inaccurate. She is absolutely terrified. It's the Joker. She's still the Spoiler, though, which means she pushes through that spine clenching terror to do something about it.

It's almost like she was never there, just another blonde in the crowd of scared rich people.
Bizarro has posed:
    Who knows what horrors lurk in the hearts of men? The Greey-

Wait, no, that's not the one.

Simon's second choices seem more palletable and thus, are not exiled to the stratosphere. Dizarro is just dragging his sleeve across his lips when he hears that terrible cackle. I mean, he heard it all but that cackle is what drew his attention and held it fast. That was not the jovial braying of a party goer or the drunken guffaw of a socialite. There was madness in those sharp, terrible notes of mirth. The sound of a bolt being drawn back on an automatic rifle made him even more certain as to the sudden change in the evening's plan.

Drawing his knees up to his chest, Bizarro leans back against the billboard, wrapping his arms around himself. A voice tells him that he should help. He should help because he can, he should help because people need him... His mind strains to wrestle with morality. If he's not a heroe but instead, a monster, not Superman but instead a fake, does he have a right-

He hears their heart beats... Some growing faster with excitement, others with fear. He's made his choice before he realizes he's mooving.

Twin, blue beams streak in from above and encase one of the goon's rifle and hands in a thick block of ice.

Look, up in the sky-

It's-... beastly, malformed and brutish.

Bizarro descends from the air in a modest rush and plants himself between the iced rifle and the innocents it had menaced a moment ago!

"Bunny-Clown man should stay here." he attempted to warn, "This night am going exactly as you planned!"
Two-Face has posed:
Waitstaff? What waitstaff? Somehow in the middle of the egg-splosion, these various members of the waitstaff have discarded the pastel outfits so that they are now wearing suits of black and white, systematically divided down the center for proper henchman purposes. Each set of former workers rocking masks that are cracked down the middle showing Comedy on one side and Tragedy on the other.

Oh. And they are suddenly holding Tommy Guns.

While the now obvious members of the Two Face Gang are handling crowd control, the bartender comes out from behind the bar. He's no longer wearing his apron and is instead wearing a full on suit that is dramatically split down the middle in a way that makes things very, very clear. Walking with a purpose in his steps to make his presence known, the scarred hand works alongside his normal hand to button up the suit jacket. That same ruined hand brushes through the wild styled hair on the left side of his head as his twisted face becomes all the more evident as he steps into the limelight.

TWO-FACE has arrived! Too!

Not as grandiose of an entrance as the Joker's but Two-Face grins just the same and offers a bit of a wave to the people that are very likely not going to be adoring fans.

"We told you to make a right." Two-Face offers to Joker before looking around at the crowd. "Don't worry. We'll make this as quick and painful as possible." Two-Face seems quite intent on enjoying himself right now, playing second fiddle (hah!) to the Joker is right up his alley at this point.
Batman has posed:
Bruce Wayne seeing the commotion he growls. "I knew something had to be happening tonight." And like a flash he's barreling into the penthouse. "Everyone take cover and try and get to safety. I've got these.. criminals!" He growls out in that dark gravelly batman voice. "What do you two want now?! It was nice and relatively quiet without you around!"
Harley Quinn has posed:
She spots him.. Of course, she does. Her pupils Constrict and the very air around her seems to Vibrate.. How could she forget that Voice it only confirms as she seethes " joker " her Voice is low and easy to miss, but those on coms might hear her and that cold, cold seething hatred she speaks with.

d Thinking rationally right now is not what her brain is doing no she's already got a baterang in her hands and is launching it with all the super strength she acquired right at Joker's head .. launching it with the speed and force of a Gun.. then again her Screaming " DIE! " might tip off who she's trying to kill so that doesn't help! So, of course, she's gonna miss, but as if to show off just how strong she chucked it.. if she missed, the impact would cause a small explosion and rips a hole in the wall.
Joker has posed:
Boffo is keeping a gun on the dance floor. Dick probably recognizes the fat old campaigner, the most veteran of Joker's recurring henchmen. The man has survived the Joker's entire twisted career with skin and sanity intact. He gives the dancing teens an eye. "Hey, your gift eggs. In the sack. Before Two-Face gets political, huh?

Johnny Frost, the wheelman, has moved towards the buffet, shamelessly stealing a drink. He's paying attention, but not as well as he thinks he is, and double takes as Batman and the boss's ex just appear like ghosts out of nowhere. "Holy smokes! Boss!"

"uh." Charlie Charliehorse is Joker's current number two, a smooth talking veteran of the Gotham scene, is speechless. Before him is a Superman who looks like he was left in the microwave too long, and Charlie stumbles back as his gun is frozen solid by a look. "ah, ah, ah."

Joker is also staring at Bizarro, for a different reason. Could Luthor have finally-? Joker's ears perk, and he moves like a snake, grabbing one of the Get Em Boys by the collar and holding him up when the super-strength powered Batarang is slammed into the hapless goon's arm. Joker tosses the man aside.

"Oh thank God you're here, Superman!" Joker says, stepping forward (on the Get Em Boy's back.) and touching Bizarro's arm. "I was just here doing an interactive crime entertainment experience, like I was hired to do, and this evil mutant attacked me! Oh I'm so frightened! Look at how pale my face is-with fear! Look what she did to my friend here, killed him dead!"

"I'm alright, actually." The Get Em Boy says, "Shoulder she hit me in's artificial, I lost it in the war."

Joker kicks the man quiet and wrenches the Batarang out of his shoulder. "And look! She's stealing from Batman! She even has some goon dressed up like him! Your best friend would never give a killer his signature weapon! Only you can save our novelty crime party, Superman!"
Nightwing has posed:
Well that's not Superman...

Which makes sense for everything else going on at this party..

Dick peers at Boffo, hands still up, he nods to the eldest member of Joker's crew. A man he's likely tangled with before, though hardly in the same capacity as he'll have to tonight. There's way too many eyes for him to start flipping around and doing aerial kicks. So he'll have to rely heavily on subterfuge.

Which would usually be Batman's gimmick.

Except he just walked out and hurled a Batarang.

Blue eyes peer over at his mentor, then Harley, and back again. "Yeah.. it's..." He pats his suit jacket as if he's looking for where he'd put that damn gift egg. Pantomiming being very frightened of the gun pointed at him, "Sorry, I have it, hold on!" Just a little stalling to bring Boffo closer. Close enough to give Dick a smack with the stock of that Tommy Gun.

It's always a powerful motivational force when someone is taking too long.

When it comes, Dick is anticipating. Both of his hands come up, palms pushing outward, and deflects the downward swung stock of the weapon enough to change the goons center of gravity. The big mans arms go a little too far out to be defensive when Dick slams his forehead forward, tucking his chin so the metal bunny mask he's wearing, painted to look simply decorative, bounces off the bridge of Boffo's nose like a thrown football at Marsha Brady.

"Oh god, I'm sorry!" It probably looks like he hit him, bending over... Like him stepping forward, right leg wrapping around the back of the man's calf, and twisting with his hands shoving him across the chest to hurl him over Dick's hip. "Damn!" They just tripped... which is why Dick has his knee pushing into the carotid artery. Twisting the Goons wrist with his fingers pinching at a pressure point just beneath the curve of his palm.

Intentionally using the cover of guests to kick the gun away as he swings up and ducks forward, unbuttoning his suit jacket.
Spoiler has posed:
Stephanie is not as prepared as Dick is to fight stealthfully. As she slips silently through the frightened crowd, she muses to herself that she either should have had a bigger slit in her dress or worn something shorter. Too late for that now. Lost in the sea of terrified people, she starts to feel a little calmer. A little more in control. She's a rogue agent, unaccounted for by the goons with guns, The Joker and Two-Face. This is absolutely aided by Batman and his weird girlfriend showing up. This gives her a moment to figure out what to do.

Her gut instinct is to try and get people out of here. To start slipping them through an exit, but they're all pretty well guarded. This just means an extra step. She slips through the crowd, making her way towards a way into the actual penthouse. She puts on her most pathetic, terrified and embarassed face, biting her lip and looking at the guard pleadingly.

"E-excuse me...I need to use the ladie's room it's....," she says, her voice dropping to a mortified whisper. "That time of the month and I....you know."

This is called cheating.
Bizarro has posed:
    Hunched forward, shoulders drooping, footing staggered. He cut the very living figure of Not Superman. Slackjawed, glowering... and then Joker starts to all but fawn over him. 'Superman', Superman', 'Superman'. He is seemingly ignorant of the kick to the GEB. He's presented with the batarang and with some hesitance, Bizarro reaches out with a gnarled hand, plucking it from the Joker's jovial grasp. You can almost watch the wheels start to turn, hear them groan and squeal from disuse and neglect. His mind strains, reaching back to his conditioning. 'Superman', 'Superman', 'Superman'.

It starts in his back, his bowed spine straightening, his broad frame made to seem much larger than he is as he lifts off of the floor, feet dangling just an inch above the ground. His jawline firms, lips drawn into a thin look of, not anger... perhaps disapproval. He's not mad, he's disappointed. The sihlouette's there... it's Everything Else that ruins the illusion.

He turns, fixing Batman and Ms. Quinzel with a unapproving look. He closes his hand around the batarang, crushing it into a dense lump in his hand that he makes a show of dropping to the ground.

"You are Batman. Batman would always crash into a room and en-dan-ger inn-o-cent peoples. Me, Superman am giving you no chance to take woman and stay to be over-arrested." he reads them the riot act, stilted and stunted as it is. He's going for a fair but firm but it might just come off as confused caveman. Hovering there as Joker's deluded shield, Bizarro crosses his arms and waits for Batman and Harley to make their call.
Two-Face has posed:
The Get 'Em Boys are in some sort of holding pattern for the moment since it seems like Joker's doing a bit. Two-Face told him. Hold on, let's do a flashback right quick.

Insert Wavy Lines Here.

Earlier...

"Listen up, fellas. We workin' with the Joker tonight. He's a real nutcase. But he gets the job done." Two-Face talks to the Comedy/Tragedy masked minions all lined up and in their pastels. "Don't do anything bad until the chaos starts. Or we tell you to. Got it?"

"You got it, Boss." "Whatever youse says, Two-Face." "Si, Senor!" "Aye!" Yeah, let's wrap up this flashback.

Insert Wavy Lines Here.

So yeah, the Get 'Em Boys are focused on making sure that they are in position and still holding their Tommy Guns at the ready. Until a nod from Two-Face has them all pulling the triggers on their weapons!

BANG! BANG BANG! BANG BANG BANG!

One after another those Tommy Guns are fired to a resounding collection of joke flags extending from the barrels of each.

"So uh..." Two-Face steps on the Get 'Em Boy on his way to stick closer to the Joker. "Say the word and we'll amscray." is offered to the Clown Prince of Crime while Two-Face keeps his hands up. See, just another innocent novelty crime person here to do the show!
Batman has posed:
Bruce Wayne shakes his head. "No killing! You know the rules, I can empathize and sympathize with your reasons but we can't kill them." Batman growls out to Harley as he starts to charge towards Joker and Two Face. "How many times do you two clowns need to be taught this lesson!? Gotham is my town there's no room here for you!"
Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley Quinn Is half way through yanking that giant mallet for who knows where! When she hears batmans voice, her brain blinks. She spots joker.. and seethes with anger and frustration but then batman's voice is there.. her eye's spinning like two little figures on her shoulder.. Batman with the halo saying DON'T! The other devil joker going, " kill me! "

    , Of course, nobody spots this. It's just the Crazy girl sanding their ready to murder paralyzed as she works out her want to murder Joker and works with batman!
Joker has posed:
Johnny Frost looks at the little girl begging to be let out of the hostage situation. He sucks his teeth, leering a little, until she mentions what is going on and the professional scumbag moves aside. "Alright, alright, its not like this can go worse. The one night Stay-Puft Superman decides to skulk around Gotham, right?"

"Yo you gotta number?" Johnny asks, making a major mistake.

Boffo is more cautious; but Bizarro's present even has this old salt off his game, and he fucks up. "Stop stalling!" The big man growls, pulling his gun up: his eyes widen when he is expertly grabbed by a flailing, brain dead striver and getting slammed in the head by a freight train. "You little-" Boffo doesn't get the word out, blood dripping down his face in fat, greasy rivets as he's expertly disarmed and sent flailing to the floor.

Then the entire Two-Face gang loses their guns and Boffo decides staying down sounds like an amazing idea.

Joker steps back as Batman and Harley both charge him. "Oh lord, it's like they don't even see you Superman! Their respect for law and order is totally gone! Could, could it be the evil Owl-man in disguise! An invasion from Third Earth? My God, someone call the Thundercats!"

Joker leaps backwards, and stumbles a little when Harvey's entire crew does the fake gun gag. The realization is instant. "Coin came up right side, eh?" Joker says, almost sympathetic. He snorts a laugh. "God that's actually kind of funny. Yes, yes, time to GO. Charlie!"

"Going!" Charlie shouts, firing a line from his grapple and connecting with Joker's men a building across. Charlie sets up a zipline; Joker goes first, Two-Face is given a chance, and then Charlie takes up the rear. The remaining goons are left to fester.
Nightwing has posed:
Bruce just straight up ignored the big, off colored, Superbeing threatening him, so really who even knows what the hell is going on anymore. There's an old saying in Gotham, all it takes is one bad day and anyone can become a villain. Hell, Batman had hammered it into Dick's head since he was a kid... you let your guard down for even a second and you'll make the mistake that turns you from vigilante to villain.

Never in his life has Dick felt so very much like maybe that day had FINALLY come for his old mentor.

He was stalking through the crowd towards one of the machine-gun armed Ge'em Up Boys when he spies Bruce and .... it's like he isn't even himself anymore. Which is something that had genuinely been plaguing the former Boy Wonder for going on two weeks since returning from abroad. "Come on, Bruce..." He whispers, furrowing his brow behind his mask.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

Just that little bit of a distraction and he's absolutely certain this goes from a dangerous, but ultimately harmless (as much as it can be with the Joker present) heist, into a blood bath... Until he sees all those red bang joke flags.

Well that's an unfortunate turn of events.

For them.

He has his hands up, cowering towards one of the boys, "Oh god, please don't shoot me!" He whines, then whips his arms, gripping the hem of his coat to jerk it around his shoulders so it peels off his back, and wraps around the barrel of the gun. Using his jacket as a weapon, just like he was taught, to yank the gun away and pull the goon into a knee meant to bowl him over. Counting on surprise, quickness, and the fact that everyone is probably paying way more attention to Batman absolutely dismissing Bizarro.

Kind of a baller move, if he thought it was intentional.

The main act is leaving... riding off on a line..

Dick shakes his head. "What the hell is even going on."
Spoiler has posed:
The Joker and crew are running, but Johnny isn't going anywhere. Stephanie slips past him, heading in to fake use the restroom when he asks for her number. The mask slips entirely then. Instead of Vapid Socialite Steph, there is Stephanie Brown, the Spoiler.

Suddenly glad she wore low heels, she twists and jumps, throwing an arm around Johnny's neck and using it to swing herself to dangle a little from his back. She brings her other arm around to lock her wrist and just gives him the old fashioned sleeper hold. "Sorry, friend, but I'm already spoken for. Better luck next time."

As he sinks to the ground, Steph's feet touch it, letting him all the way down to the floor, safely out. She takes his gun away with a look of disgust and pulls the magazine and tosses them both in opposite directions. "Ugh. I knew I should have put zip ties in my clutch," she mutters.

She gives Johnny a little petulant kick in the side for good measure before she heads back out into the fray as the Joker and the Goon Squad vacate the hell out of here. She makes her way through the shaky crowd back towards Dick, intentionally clicking her heels on the ground as she gets close so he can hear her coming. She lifts a hand and rests it on his arm, shaking her head slightly. "I really don't know what's going on, Dick. I don't like it."
Bizarro has posed:
    Two-Face commits to the bit and Bizarro is only further wound up in the yarn that Joker has spun for him. This was all but a jape, a jest, a thrilling distraction bought and paid for by the nouveau-riche! People with too much money are truly the worst!

The Joker continues to weave his needlepoint of lies and Bizarro is rapped in the heart of his pattern. "You leave men and stay. Me Superman will let him, real Batman go!" Bade Bizarro, sweeping an arm out to wave the Joker away to safety and escape even as the Joker was setting up the laundry line he intended to hang Bizarro out to dry on... in a figurative sense kind of way.

When Batman refused to respect the fabricated authority of the fractured facsimile, Bizarro simply balled his fist, ready for a clasj of the World's Finest or, half of them, at least. He started simple, his Farm Boy blue eyes shone bright, lighting up and releasing another set of freezing beams that he swept across the party from left to right, erecting a sudden, tall wall of ice between Batman, himself, and the escaping duo of Two-Face, Joker, and their collective entourage.

The dissuading wall comes up fast, ice creaking and cracking as it springs up from coalesced moisture, catching more than one unwary party-goer and too-slow, would-be robberin it'd gelid grip!
Two-Face has posed:
"Don't worry. We packed a second set of guns just in case. But fate wants what fate wants, tonight." is tossed at Joker before Harvey turns to hop on the zipline himself for the greatest escape. "Next time, /we/ choose the party, clown!"

They'll likely part ways on that building's rooftop in favor of Harvey heading downstairs to meet Sugar & Spice. They are waiting with the car, obviously. And to nurse Harvey's wounded pride.

Twice...
Joker has posed:
"Nice job, Batfreak! I just lost half a dozen men, making me the winner, hah!" Joker cackles as he makes his hasty escape on zipline. He stumbles, helping Charlie get balanced, and scowls.

He turns at Two-Face, intense. "What I need to do, Dent." He jerks a thumb at Bizarro, "Is talk to my old pal Lex Luthor."

"And then you can pick the next job. Maybe Central City? You can stare at Mirror Master until it hurts." Joker sneers, making for his escape route. "Didn't even get a gift egg."