206/Mad Love

Mad Love
Date of Scene:	29 April 2017
Location:	Gotham City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Joker, Harley Quinn

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Joker has posed:
     Ah Gotham city, a place of such madness depression, and depravity that it could drive even the most stable of men right off the deep end. Here in Red Hook that phrase often takes on a new meaning.

     With such lovingly crafted 17th century surroundings is it any wonder that tourists flock here? Mindless pigeons working their lackadaisical every day so laser focused on their own lives they can't be BOTHERED to take time out for anything else. It's a crying shame.

     So many sad faces on those crowds, people just wandering closer every step to the grave. The weather doesn't help matters either, a dull grey cloud not quite enough for a storm, just enough to hide away every little ray of sunshine from their lives. If only there were some hero to step in and save them from their meaningless existence, someone to put smiles on those drab, dull faces.

     Members of Gotham City police departments vice Division slowly wheel out cart after cart of 55 gallon drums. Just another day for the boys in blue, lead by Officer Jacob Lincoln, a man of the people incorruptible and bored out of his mind. His wedding was in tatters, his life had fallen into the gutter, and he was JUST SO BORING that harsh face and five o'clock shadow didn't exactly work wonders for his personal image.

     There, up on the rooftop, as lightening flashes a hero emerges! The flowing cape! The heroic stance! People look up with hope in the hearts as the figure steps out from the shadows. The light of the building basking him in its glow, the bright red S on a yellow background the flowing locks of hair!

     He speaks up confident in nature peoples eyes finally adjusting. "Don't worry people of Gotham..." The light finally falling on his face to reveal not superman, but The Joker, that pale chalk white skin, those red eyes and that pine green hair. "JOKER'S ON THE CASE!" He shouts suddenly diving down from the building cackling like a madman swinging on a rope. From behind his back he starts pulling out fruit, throwing it in every direction. The Superman patch peels off from his chest revealing... a pineapple.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Rick Flag is actually not a bad guy. You know, for a guy whose job it is to keep people like Harley behind bars. But see, here's the thing, when the threat of killing a person simply makes them shrug and tell you that at least you'll have gone out with a bang, finding ways to keep the little bint in jail when she doesn't actually want to be there is difficult.

And where does she go when she escapes? Does she go into hiding or start a new life in another country? No, because that would be the sane thing to do! Instead, it's right back to Gotham and into the arms of the clown she loves. Unless she ends up in Ivy's arms. Then its a whole different story!

Standing on the rooftop with Joker, she waits until he's swinging down to the masses below before thowing more fruit down below. Ooh! Mango. She pauses for a moment to eat, sitting on the crate while she noshes on the tropical fruit.

Today's ensemble? It would seem that Harley is in a light hearted mood today, wearing her original bodysuit with the jingling bobbles. Well... at least that's a good sign?

Joker has posed:
     As joker swings down he drops down those little balls of joy, bright and shining fresh fruit for all to partake and enjoy! Of course the ungrateful members of the public run, some scream, some flee in terror shoving each other down in their wake, but a few, those wee happy few, they stay standing, they even grab a few bites for the road.

     It's enough to melt a hardened sinners heart. Of course that old blowhard Lincoln isn't having any of it. He screams and shouts orders, guns raised before he just starts shooting. The jokers little flying trapeez taking him just inches above the old fogey's head, a quick lift of the feet all it takes to snag his little policeman's cap right between his red boot clad feet.

     On his way back joker's suit is torn partially open by the bullets small bits of feather stuffing fluttering out on the breeze as he swings right back to Harley's side. He sticks the landing with grace and poise the cape fluttering away in the wind. "Darling, would you do me the honors?" That inhuman smile wide across his face as he just reaches into his cape pulling out a small pen of sorts. "I'd do it myself but I don't want to deny you the chance." Except the tip of the pen holds an oversized red button with the word 'punch' on it.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Hearing the all too familiar rat-a-tat of gunfire causes Harley to sigh and shake her head sadly. The screams are a nice touch though. Run little rabbits, run!

Pushing herself off the crate once the mango in her hands is finished, she tosses aside the pip and bounces over to Joker to give him a kiss on the cheek. "It would be my pleashah, Mistah J!" she tells him with a giggle and grin.

Making a show of holding out a finger, she slowly brings it down onto the button. "Tick tick?" And then the final press to seal the deal. "Boom."

Joker has posed:
     Of all the fruits in all the valley's the ones in this little city street were some of the best. Save for the pineapples of course. Even the people coming back for a piece of fruit or two pay them no mind.

     Perhaps he should have put them on pizza? Though there's no turning back now on that.

     Lincoln and his troops rattle the building with gun fire trying to take down the joker right to the moment he's out of direct view. Their aim isn't exactly stellar for being such a well respected branch of government, then again what can one expect while you have heroes to do the hard stuff?

     As Harley pushes in the button there's not the usual boom one might expect, more a slow unscrewing. The tops of pineapples begin to spin up, and up, and up, a few of the officers even grabbing for them out of curiosity. "You know Harley, you might be a bit fruity at times, but I admit you're a real Gas".

     A bright and cheery smile given her way before he just laughs and laughs and laughs. Green Gas begins to pour fourth from each of the pineapples one after another spraying out like mace in all directions.

     The officers holding them get the face-full first before breaking out into a soft laughter that begins to crescendo. The wonderful music of happy people just enough to warm that cold and bitter heart. It's really quite a lovely musical as people stumble and fumble their way about attempting to get as far away as possible, running into the paths of oncoming traffic, and tumbling over onto their sides.

     Joker reaches into his bright neon red underwear still stuck on the outside of his pants, and pulls out a rather large banana. Twisting off the cap, he flips down the front of the cellphone and speaks into it. "Alright boys, Lincoln's going off to saw a few logs, start smashing!"

     A single hand slapping back shut the cover of the numpad.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Hearing the hiss as the pineapples start to release the toxic fumes of the Joker Gas, Harley leans over to peer down at the street below. She makes a show of holding her nose and waving her hand before her face. "Pee-Yew!! Someone let loose a real stinkah, Mistah J!"

She watches the pandamonium in the street below and gives Joker a kiss on the cheek. "Ya always give me the best welcome home presents, Puddin'," she tells him before grabbing her trusty mallet and bounding down the fire escape to the street below. She inhales deeply of the poisonous gas, not needing to wear a gas mask like the rest of Joker's goons, and all thanks to Ivy wanting some lip time with Harley.

The mallet starts to twirl, the heavy weapon being treated like a baton at the start of a parade before she starts smashing anything within her reach.

Joker has posed:
     "Of course my little Peach, I only throw the best." Stepping right towards the edge as he rips off the costume revealing his iconic deep purple suit and green undershirt. A deep breath in of the toxin fills his lungs as he moves forward. In a deeper much more menacing voice he adds "After all, what's a party without a clown!" Before bursting out fresh into laughter!

     From a small two door Lex-Corp Car doors open and a cavalcade of clowns spring fourth. They're all dressed in varying shades of the archetypal clown costume. Their unusual faces simple gas masks used to filter the chemicals, over-sized gloves and all, yet this time their military spec garb all holds elements of fruit. With several wearing full Carmen Miranda getups holding several of the gas spewing pineapples.

     As the mallet swings and churns through the air police, and civilians alike go flying high, high into the air. They're slammed through windows, through cars, and even the occasional fruit stall sending yet more produce into the mix.

     Diving back down into the fray with a single step, The joker walks through the toxin taking in a deep breath of the toxic air. "Ah it's a lovely day for a walk!" picking up one of the now contorted officers SMG's. The beauty of a gun registered in someone elses name! It's one of the finer, and simpler things in life.

     Lincoln of course scrambles hard for his mask, throwing it over to cover his face as he falls back into the building shooting. He tries call it in reaching for his radio, and yet on the other end nothing but static. "You know it's really the little things in life that make it worth living." The Joker taunts as he just puts a bullet into the head of a downed officer.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Acts of random violence, fresh fruit, and her Puddin'. Is there really any way that date night could be made better? Well, actually, an appearance by the B-Man so she can try to knock in some teeth would really top off the night, but it's still pretty good.

And the bullets fly. Harley gets hit with the occasional bullet, but the thing about hitting a crazy person that is used to violence is that unless it's a killing blow, it only makes the situation worse. Harley looks to the henchmen that accidently shot her and bats her eyes at him. She starts to approach, looking so sweet and friendly. The henchman isn't fooled, backing away from Joker's girl. "I didn't mean ta! You were just in the way! I mean, yer so fast! You weren't there and then you were! Please! Don't! No! NOOOO!!!"

A splatter of blood smears the wall, Harley's mallet mashing in the head of one of the Joker goons. Her white face now dotted with grey matter, she looks over to her Puddin' to see how he's fairing.

Joker has posed:
     The glorious carnage spills out in every direction, and yet there's the joker. He's delivering a somewhat more reserved chaos, a bit more focus on the flair of the moment rather then raw violence or anything else. Kicking a gun out of the hand of a downed officer he points the gun at his head.

     That garish grin is reflected in terror soaked eyes looking right up at him with the kind of fear that only a man moments from death can truly share. It's a magical thing really, the perfect moment to capture. So that's what joker does! A quick reach into his pocket and the joker pulls out a camera. "Now just hold that pose, I want this for my scrapbook!" A quick giggle even as bullets fly just inches from his head from police and goons alike.

     "Now, say 'god please save me!'" Said with all the delivery of a soccer mom dropping her kids off at school, as he leans a bit closer, depressing the shutter button on his early 50's style camera.

     The flash shines out blinding the poor guy before an oversized weighted boxing glove slams out from the lens of the camera. The fist expands out when it hits the air and cracks the officers mask, breaking his nose in the process. For a brief moment Joker flips the camera back around to himself looking positively concerned, as he speaks. "Whoops...." His voice turning a bit more sadistic as he adds with a smile. "Wrong camera...." Gleefully giggling as he throws it right over his shoulder and walks through the corpses towards the front of the drug den.

     The moment he notices Harley looking his way he gives a broad wave, calling over. "Now, isn't this better then setting around with that old Flaggot." A light hearted almost hooting laugh as he kicks the door open clean just blind firing into the green fog covered doorway.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Swinging the mallot onto her shoulder, Harley skips towards her paramour and drapes herself against him. "Well, he does give me people ta beat up, but I have ta admit that the fresh air and company is way bettah." She gives Joker a squeeze and looks about at the carnage. "Shame the babies couldn't be here. Ya think Red would give them that juice of hers ta make them immune too?" Dear lord! Hyenas immune to poisons, stronger, faster and tougher? Please no. Just.... no!

"Where did that leiutenant guy go? He isn't missin' the party is he? After all that work just ta make his day a little brighter. That's just ungrateful, that is."

Joker has posed:
     "Well Sugarplum, I'd say it's worth a shot!" Joker says in a calm and friendly voice holding down the trigger till his gun goes click. "Although I'll admit I'm curious to see how they'd take it." A bit more of a chuckle under his breath as the entire building starts to catch fire from the chemicals.

     There's a soft explosion further in as the flames rise up sending members of Vice flying out from the upper floor windows and crashing back to the ground still rolling round as they burn.

     "Still between him and a distinct lack of bat breath I'm starting to wonder if my invitation didn't go rotten." A light sniffle as he just throws the gun hard into the face of an officer who had taken this moment of hearing the click to try and charge the joker. Not even anger really, just a low disappointed sigh.

     "To think we even got him a fruit basket, for his retirement party." That saddened tone of voice echoing out over the flames. "There's just no respect for good deeds anymore." He does a long pause taking off his hat as the gunfire slows to a halt, leaving behind the slow drip of blood and screams of the civilian population.

     The pause lasts a solid several seconds before "Welp, can't make wine without stompin a few grapes!" Added in a cheery tone as he stomps hard on the hand of a downed officer in part of a starting skip heel to toe. The scream echoes out, as the still gas masked officer is drawn back to consciousness for a moment. "Harley fetch the nitro for me, if the good Lieutenant won't come to us willingly I suppose we'll just have to blast him out."

Harley Quinn has posed:
With the babies in question no longer being the dearly departed Bud and Lou, Harley is a little more callous about the fate of her pets. "Meh! Gotham City Zoo could always provide us with a few samples ta test on," she suggests.

She walks along with Joker, her mallet smashing things as she passes for fun. "Not even a Bratgirl or Bird Brain!! I'm feelin' a distinct lack of love in the air tahnight. No offense, Puddin'. I know yer doin' yer best."

"An ta imagine! Bats killed Bruce Wayne. When did he start killin' people? And why start with Bruce Wayne? You would think, considerin' yer long standin' name on his dance card, that once he got feelin' like actually finishin' what he start with his favorite dancin' partner."

When asked to get the nitro, Harley gives Joker a kiss and skips off to fetch it

Joker has posed:
     Running over towards a street lamp the green mists still raising higher, Joker spins round the pole before landing into a setting position on a small bench by the side of the road, a collapsed contorted smiling figure left giggling in the smoke beside him.

     Joker droops his head down into his own hands. "I was hoping we could at least get someone like Matter Muncher lad to show, at least then the food puns would hit home."

     A bit of a low sigh and... is that disappointment in his voice as the clowns carry out their spoils and load the rather tiny car up towards the brim with stolen Sky Blue. "Really the whole quality to quantity on these heroes is dropping every day."

     "It's like everyone's moved on to a new script and left me filled in with cliff-notes." A quick pause just to pull the trigger on his little sidearm sending a flag sticking right out the eye-hole of the downed guard whose hand he'd been stepping on. The Jokers gormless grin fluttering lightly in the wind on the tiny flag. "Oh don't remind me Harley, I'm still reeling from having to play second fiddle to the playboy."

     Reaching his hand over towards the helpless woman on the bench with him, he turns her eyes to look right at his a slight smile creeping across his features for a moment. "Ahhhh at least I still have what it takes to bring a smile to the face of good little boys and girls." A light slap given to the side of her face.

     With an immensely over dramatic motion he springs himself up to a stand, snapping right from depression to manic in an instant. "Well, no reason we can't set back and enjoy the fireworks together ey Harls." He pauses for a moment looking towards the sky. "Even bats can't take that away from me." said deep under his breath.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Yelling at the henchmen to hurry it up and get things loaded up, keeping them motivated, Harley's usually sweet, melodic voice is an angry growl. Until she turns back to the love of her life, that is. "Ah Puddin! They never were up ta yer caliber," she tells him. "But now, it's like they ain't even tryin!" She presses her cheek to his, hugging him close. "But y'll always have me, Mistah J."

She starts to giggle then, moving to kick the helpless woman that Joker went to hold off of the bench. "Get yer mitts off my man!" she tells the drugged out victim. "Can you believe it? That Flagg had the nerve ta ask why he doesn't get called Mistah F or even F Man! Like he deserves ta be known by just a letter. As if!"

Her hand slips into his, fingers lacing. "Let's go pretend it's the forth of July, Puddin'."

Joker has posed:
     The words don't say it but he certainly puts on a good show of being the kind and charming one towards Harley, even if he couldn't care less. "Well I suppose as consolation prizes go there are worse bets." A light giggle, and a happy sigh.

    

     "Trust me Harley, when the time comes he'll be known by just a letter alright." That smile creeping back across his face before joker takes in a deep breath of that poisoned air, laughing loudly into the sky kicking back his head. "Ah, there's that spark again!"

     His smile grown wider. "and speaking of sparks." He reaches into the pocket of his shirt, pulling out first a rubber chicken then clattering teeth, a whoopy cushion or two some flowers, a fifty handkerchiefs tied into rope and finally a lone cigar. "I think that's an excellent idea Harley!" Before starting off hand in hand with Harley, ready for an explosion that will be seen all across gotham.