7536/Race for their lives

Race for their lives
Date of Scene:	18 May 2019
Location:	Gotham streets
Synopsis:	Scarecrow wins the race - but at the cost of pistachio pudding.
Cast of Characters:	Harley Quinn, Joker, Scarecrow, Red Hood, Gamma, Shadowcat, Red Robin, Carrie Kelley

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Harley Quinn has posed:
It's been a long time coming... Harley started this plan over a month ago. She got her greenest chemist to get her some bombs, the kind that go boom for real, not the ones with just a sound or a flag in them. But, real, honest to goodness bombs. Then there was the heist on the ... Ace Hardware ... that she pulled off to get harnesses, straps, duct tape, you know, the basic essentials.

Then the plan was able to move into step two after she was able to get some detonators. A special kind of detonator. They detect motion, and she got them set to 40 miles per hour (fast for a bus, especially around corners). And then there was this morning. Harley dressed up like a bus driver, and gas some people. Then took the bus off of it's course. Got another one, and inside of a warehouse strapped people to their seats, duct taped them up, and added some bombs to every single passenger. It was going to be glorious.

At this point we find that the buses are side-by-side next to one another at the top of a hill. People are whimpering, freaking out, and Harley's gotten together some other folks. "Alright, this is the rules. I'm drivin' this boat, someone else gotta drive the other one. When I say go, we go, an' race ta Gotham's port. If ya go below 40, boom. If any one person goes less than 40, boom. An' whomever wins, don't go boom. Got it?"

Sitting in the big comfy seat at the front of the bus, Harley starts to rev the bus's poor pathetic engine. And then she says, "Go! Oh, and ya gotta get to 45 first before you technically start. But don't stray behind, loser goes boom!" She cackles in her bus as she floors it, "99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beeeeeeer!"

And off the bus goes, sluggish to start, but good thing its on a hill, going down, and is rapidly gaining speed! As soon as she hits 40 mph, lights on each of the bombs turn to green.

Joker has posed:
"Huskavarna," comes the exhale from Joker, as he stands on a bus, dressed in a purple and green Army uniform. He wears an purple helmet with three green stars on his head, and a large Magnum in his hand. "A fine bottle of aftershave, and a fine word to die over. Gotham City, the kingdom of men, and the protector of children."

Joker turns about, to face behind the bus, hearing the screams and mutters and groans as Harley's bus takes off.

"And here I am, the ablest of these many brave men and women, with a mind to protect our city from the destitute and the idolators that trifle them."

Joker laughs, a hearty, chest-puffing laugh, and leans down to Scarecrow from the window, hanging over the edge precariously.

"Do you know what we are, Johnny?"

"We're men. Fine men."

He pulls himself back up to the top of the bus, and stomps on the front of the roof, laughing like a loon and spreading his arms wide, as if he was the Cristo Redentor.

Scarecrow has posed:
The Scarecrow was dressed in a suit for a change using his old sac mask with the built in voice changer and filter, he had his syringe gauntlet on his left hand tapping the wheel. His reply to the captive audience of hostages was simply "Don't be afraid.. You're all strapped in." pressing his foot down revving the engine making the bus roar, an intimidation tactic as people already had panic in their eyes then flooring it to catch up with the Harley bus.

Of course the Jokers unpredictability made them even more fearful but having the bus start this disturbing criminal 'race' was something else entirely, Crane had so much to write about now the experience of a normal day turned into a nightmare, he'll likely be probing some of the victims should they get out of this alright.

Red Hood has posed:
It didn't take much for the word to get out about the race. As the two busses race past a side street, a 2000s model Camaro hits the main drag, drifting and sliding around the corner, as the Red Hood throws the gears and floors it. The black muscle car may not be the Batmobile, but it's already starting to make pace with the two lumbering vehicles.

"We're going to do a first pass, see how many are on, Blackbird, then we'll figure out what the hell to do." Jason grunts as he drops the car into fourth and guns the engine, redlining it for a moment.

And of course, he's playing the radio.

o/` Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
He's going the distance
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine
He's haunted by something he cannot define
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse o/`

"Get ready, we're coming up on the left!" he calls over to his passenger, and on the radio, to let the Bat-fam know what's going on.

Gamma has posed:
Sitting around a burning barrel in a NYC back alley, Gamma, wrapped in his finest cloak of rags and accompanied by the finest of bums, watches as Three-Fingered Terry smacks some life into a TV that was out of date when it was made, a blurry, flickering news report coming on as it does. <-ust in, notorious criminal The Joker and a gang of accomplices have hijacked a pair of buses and are going on a rampage through the streets of Gotham.> Gamma glances to one of the random bums, the group already starting to gossip amongst themselves about the report, "Excuse me? Which way is Gotham?" Articulate Arthur drunkenly garbles something unintelligible at him and points off down the street, Gamma wasting no time as he begins his sprint down the road towards the race already in progress, calling back over his shoulder to the man, "Thank you!"

Shadowcat has posed:
Gotham isn't dull, that is for sure. Fresh off dealing with a drug buy gone bad, Blackbird and Red Hood find themselves racing through the streets in the souped up Camaro. Blackbird turns in her seat to look over to the left. "Alright," she says as the Camaro races up alongside the bus that is bringing up the rear.

"Looks like a passenger at each window," she says, "Though I can't see if there are just one per row on this side or not. One of them I'm pretty sure is screaming from her face. But she's just sitting there, not trying to get out," Blackbird says.

As the Camaro pulls up nearer to the front of the bus, Blackbird has to swallow down a comment, lest she have to put some money in the swear jar back at the Batcave. "I think that's Scarecrow behind the wheel. And... Red, pretty sure that's Joker upon top of the bus. That, or Gotham Metro is making some really -bad- branding choices."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake has heard about it and has came in from his base. He has made sure to stop by and pick up Carrie. She may have to ride on the back of the bike now, but while Hood has a huge engine under his well hood. Red Robin can almost fly through traffic on the bike. He will say badk to Carrie, "You want to jump on the first pass, or have a look at both sides?"

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Kestrel is ont he back of Tim's bike silently cursing the fact that she wasn't driving. It was his bike though. She was just nervous as hell being a passenger... Not that she had anywhere near the experience of riding that he did. Either way for now her attention focuses on the busses with a frown of consternation as she tries to figure out what the hell is going on with this bizarre bus race through Gotham. "Each side first. Better to get the full information on it... Or..." She pauses before speaking over the comms, "How's it look over on your side guys?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
Down the hill, Harley speeds, just going as fast as she possibly can. Turning the bus as best she can to make the sharp turn at the end of the road. Smashing into a few cars parked on the side of the road and clipping a building, crumbling some brick away that'll have to get repaired later. Moving along though into areas with cross streets! Oh my!

Harley's first real set back is smashing right into the side of a car trying to cut across at a green light, for them. Good thing it's a bus and she's already gained some speed, bad thing for the regular sized sedan that gets hit, crunched and sent spiraling in circles back the way it came. "I've got 98 percent shields left... just 98!!!" She calls over the radio in a panic, eyes wide, looking back over to the crowd and not paying attention to the road. "Any of you an auto mechanic specializin' in buses? Could really use one right about now..."

Back to the radio, "Duct tapin' mouths?! Who's crazy idea was tha'?! How am I 'spose ta get them on my side... this is unfair!" She complains, ignoring the mini-flashback to when she yelled at someone for talking back to her and duct taped all her passengers' mouths.

As the camaro passes by, Harley is smiling wide as she starts to bounce in her seat, eyes getting wider. "Looksies, an' off ramp from the highway! I'm takin' a shortcut!" And she swerves left to start up the off-ramp, meaning she's going in the REVERSE direction of traffic. Over the radio in the bus she says in a softer tone, "Mistah J, don't die, I wanna see the look on yer face at least one more time. An' nice suit Scarecrow. It's very fashionable fer a bus driver, definitely gettin' a promo at the next review."

It only takes a few more minutes for a news helicopter to show up and start hovering over the scene. It's broadcasting everywhere what is going on, and there's already a GCPD alert going out but they'll be far far behind the scene. Whether or not the two buses split at this point will be up to Scarecrow, but Harley's heading off toward the highway. There's an on-ramp only a little further past to go the same direction, but Harley is taking her shortcut. People are fleeing from the buses, getting out of the way as best they can, and for now... no Booms, at least there's that. These are your traditional city buses, so they have on them around 18 people each, but aren't completely full. The Camaro easily surpasses the buses, and so does the bike. Gamma may need to hop a ride to catch up, but at least he can approach from any direction.

Scarecrow has posed:
The other bus follows after Harleys as she smashed through a sedan sending it spinning, only to collide with the other bus to send it spinning the other way. The mad Pschiatrist isn't scared of the position they're in its another day in Gotham for him, speaking of which he glanced out the window catching some familliar annoying masked faces. Tapping the window with his syringe hand scratching down it, letting them know he see's them before glancing back to where the Joker was.

"We've got some uninvited contestants." he'd let the Joker know before picking up the radio saying "One must dress for success. I can't be in a trench coat all the time.. Gets far too hot."

Holding the wheel with his syringe hand he'd turn and continue through the city aiming to cut through a side street with a massive amount of market stalls smashing through a fruit and vegetable stand because every car chase needs that to happen atleast once, beeping the horn he'd give some notice but the safety of others aren't really on his mind he simply doesn't want to be slowed down.

Joker has posed:
"The lights of this city cry to me!" Joker screams, the wind ruffling his purple Army uniform as the market stalls shatter around him, sending cabbage and apple blasting around him as he caterwauls and dances about atop the bus with preternatural skill and grace. His green epaulets and his tightly tucked tie pick up the leafs and spattered juice, as he laughs and grins.

Joker goes lurching down along the back of the bus from the front, watching the incoming aggressors that seek to drive him from his pulpit.

"Hello, friends to mayhem and humorous cads alike!" he shouts at those following the bus, juking upwards and landing on his toes as the bus hits a curb along a swing. He comes down flap-footed and lands on a knee, grabbing the back of the bus and glaring from beneath the brow of his forward-tipped helmet, just over his eyebrows.

"Come one, come all, to the disaster's ball, and see the big green monster fall."

Red Hood has posed:
Just as he was starting to drop back to get behind the busses, Harley just has to go for the off-ramp short cut. The side of the camaro gets clipped, pushing the car with her off of the highway. "Shit!" Jason grits his teeth behind the wheel of the car as he shifts through gears to disengage the bus, and end up behind it. Seperated from going after Joker, the Hood is frustrated and angry, but keeps his task on the mission.

"Bird, I'm gonna get you on that bus. You ready?" Revving the engine, Jason races ahead of the bus before suddenly slamming on the breaks and twisting the vehicle around as the front of the bus hits the front of the Camaro, Jason throws the Hoodmobile into reverse, his eyes locked on Harley's as he nods to Kitty. Time for a vehicle switch! Maybe.

Gamma has posed:
Entering Gotham by means of the highway, Gamma stands on the top of a truck's trailer, arms crossed and impatiently tapping his index finger against his forearm while glancing about for signs of mayhem....And then Harley comes up the off ramp not far ahead. Gamma looks surprised and perplexed, but crouches down a bit, ready to jump. He holds it as the truck begins veering off to avoid the demolition derby bus, jumping as the bus comes in range and landing on the roof...by means of smashing into the roof, bouncing across it several times, and narrowly managing to put his hand through the ceiling in time to stop from flying off the back of the bus...Which almost happens anyway as the roof sheers back, Gamma barely managing to pull himself in before it can reach the rear door and snap off from the bus entirely. He lands with a loud *THUNK* sound, the bus lurching and bouncing a bit with his entry, but not enough to really risk any sort of crash...Unless Harley decides to crash anyway, never discount clowns afterall.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake kicks it up to follow Crane and Jokers bus. "We got #2" He will say across the com. He will also start to zoom past his bus, but he does not pull Red Hood's stunt, thats how you become a street pizza. Instead he swirves to the other side of the bus, and kicks the bike up on it's frot wheel to give Carrie the best position to jump to the bus.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"You've got to be mother effing kidding me..." Kestrel watches the bus they approach with more than a hint of apprehension as Tim starts to go up alongside it. A deep, uneven breath is drawn as her grip on Tim's waist tightens. Just in time because he kicks the bike up on it's wheel making it difficult to stay on otherwise. Which meant it was her turn to get off. "If I got paid I'd be demanding bonus pay for this just so you know!" It's the last protest she offers before jumping to the moving bus, fingers catching at the windows as a handhold to lever herself up to the rooftop. It was not the best place to be but it would allow her to move forward over the bus keeping her balance as best as possible.

Shadowcat has posed:
The unfamiliar Gotham crime fighter riding along with Red Hood waits until he has the vehicles practically locked together. She unhooks her belt and climbs out of the window onto the hood. She has swords visible over her shoulders, and her attire is like a mix between some old-fashioned ninja and a modern superhero. She plants a foot on the roof of the Camaro for leverage and then pushes off, running forward, a foot right on the middle of the bus's windshield as the young woman flips up on top of the bus.

She runs down the roof, forgoing the roof access port and instead moving over to the side of the bus. Blackbird reaches down and somehow just unlocks the window from the outside. It is pushed down so she grap the roof and swing down inside.

"I'm in," she says over the comms to Red Hood.

Harley Quinn has posed:
The buses have split ways. Crane has gone off in the direction of some market stalls, lowering their profits for the day. While Harley has ventured off onto the highway. She sees the Camaro drive up and past, and with a confused look, she has a moment of doubt. "Are we goin' the right way? An' everyone else is goin' wrong?" And she then looks around, "Someone got a gps on this thing? Pretty... oh, it's tha' fella." When her eyes see the man driving the Camaro she hunkers over her steering wheel and slams on the gas, as hard as she can!

Then there's a bumpbumpbump ssccrreeeeektktkt bwoooongh dunkdunkthudcrplahk sound behind her... as Gamma makes a very noisy entry. She's got people in front of her, and people behind her. There's people EVERYWHERE. Picking up her radio she opens her mouth, before she closes it, and then thinks for a moment. "I ain't sure, but I think I been boarded. Time fer some drastic measures... if ya know what I mean?" A pause, as another person leaps inside. "Oh fer cryin' out loud... are there anti-cruisin' laws now in Gotham? We're jus' joy ridin'..."

Harley grabs her large mallet that is next to her seat, and instead of confronting the people with it, she instead, rams it between the seat and the gas pedal, "Ain't no way I'm losin' this race." And then she gets up, standing in the bus as cars start swerving around the quickly accelerating bus. She then puts her hands to her mouth and gasps, "Oh noes! What is that!?!" And she points behind the two in the bus with a startled, scared look on her face.

The bus Harley is driving ... or was driving, barrels down the highway and will soon be careening off of the walls of the highway since there's a turn coming up. That is unless someone takes control, but the bus is getting faster and faster now that the mallet is just jammed in there like it is.

Scarecrow has posed:
The other bus had finally smashed through the farmers market returning onto the street with someone screaming about their cabbages. The Scarecrow reached over and forced open the bus drivers storage compartment there he had a few party tricks, four pumpkin gas grenades, and two regular grenades, taking the gun he'd have to awkwardly aim over his syringe gauntlet. Slamming the butt of the gun smashing the window having to reach over himself as he fired back wildly, his eyes obviously were on the road rather than aiming.

Looking around for Joker saying "Shout if you need a party trick." offering a gas grenade wanting to avoid giving him anymore explosives on the bus. He was driving on the main street now avoiding cars knocking others to the side to avoid slowing down too much.

Red Hood has posed:
With the Camaro locked against the bumper of the bus, Jason grits his teeth as Harley jumps ship to go fight.. whoever that was that ripped the roof of the bus. Superman doesn't usually come to Gotham, after all. Opening the windorw of the car, Jason sets it into neutral as he crawls out and curls up before leaping from the car to slam into the window of the bus - unlike Blackbird, he can't phase through, and ends up smashing through it as he hits the floor on the other side.

Rolling to his feet, he knows that's going to /hurt/ later. "Tickets please." he grunts as he moves to take over the seat and smash down the gas. Because yeah, no bus going boom here. "You got it handled, Bird?!"

Joker has posed:
Joker leans over the side and scoops the grenade up with his left hand, while on his knee, and then turns his attention to Kestrel, smiling like a magnanimous host and brandishing his Magnum revolver, shining and glinting in the moon's rising light.

"Well, soldier, if you haven't decided to join the show we've got going here." Joker rises, from his knee and to a jaunty standing lightfoot jazz position, the riding pants on his Army General uniform's hips making his legs appear to be wider than they are in a now comical fashion.

"Shall we dispense with the formalities?" Joker laughs and pulls the pin off Scarecrow's lent gas grenade, an explosion of fear toxin bursting out that he holds in his hand as if flinging doves out of his sleeve. The convulsive gas convulses out of his gloved fingers, his own toxin immunity keeping him free of the fear gas's effects.

Gamma has posed:
Gamma staggers to his feet with a reorienting shake of his head, "Hey, stop the bus!" He calls out as he stumbles to his feet to...well, nobody in particular. As Harley gets up and pulls the oldest trick in the book ever, Gamma, seriously being that gullible, looks behind him, "What's what?" He asks as he turns back to the barely attached door, looking confusedly out the window. It only takes him a split second to notice Red Hood and duck under him as he smashes through the damaged window, whirling back around in the process as he goes to a knee, his hand retracting into his arm as he does, pointing the appendageless limb at Harley like a rifle as he calls to his fellow interloper, the one that nearly collided with him, "Get to the wheel, I'll take the polite driver!" Immediately after, a series of small balls of white energy come flying out towards Harley in a tight spread.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake says, "will rev his bike back up, and once it is even witht he luggage area of most buses where there should be nothing vital to the opeation of the bus, he will hit a command that fires a couple grapples intot he bus and winches his bike to the bus. He will move to stand on the handlebars of the bike. He tosses what looks like ball bearings at the buss door which breaks the glass of it, and with a leap and a squeezed sideroll he will get on the buss, about an arms length away from Crane. over the com he will be heard to say "Always harrison with you Hood.""

Shadowcat has posed:
Blackbird pulls the duct tape off of the nearest passenger, saying, "If there's anything we should know, fill us in." She turns to face Harley then as the 114 pounds of craaaaazy fun leaves the wheel of the bus to turn and face her and Gamma. "Hail to the bus driver, bus driver, bus driver, hail to the bus driver, bus driver... ah... lady," Blackbird sings. "Sorry Harley, but I think your stop is coming up. And it's Arkham."

The look-behind-you gag would never work, but for the fact the roof was wrenched open and someone actually was behind Blackbird. She turns and looks back, seeing Gamma pointing his limb her direction. She dives between two seats to get out of the line of fire. She also instinctively phases at the sign of danger, though she looks just as solid as ever. "Oh yeah, totally got this!" she calls towards Red Hood at the front.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Oh Fudge. She didn't know what that pumpkin smoke bomb was but she knew gas was bad. Reaching up she yanks her balklava up over her lower face and nose thanking every diety she knew that this was the new suit, with the filtration built into the simple attachment to keep out gases. It'd never been field tested before by her, but it was Bat-tech, so... She really, really hoped it was going to work properly.

"You know Patton was left handed, right?" She calls out to the Joker as he's weilding that gun. Her hand lifts to point side to side. "You should totally be holding those in opposite hands. You could always juggle them to opposite hands I guess, but... That'd be breaking character. Total suckage for you. I guess there's only one thing you can do," she reasons with her hands spreading out in a helpless sort of shrug. That's about the time Tim jumps over, and she snaps her hand out to throw a batarang hoping to knock the gun from his hand while he's, hopefully, distracted.

Harley Quinn has posed:
There's a crash. It's 3 on 1 now?! Harley's finger pointing worked though, and in that moment Harley Quinn shrugs before rushing forward. She's fast, actually superhumanly fast. Not the Flash, fast, but far better than most normals, but then there's the rifle that is Gamma's arm. Harley's eyes get wide fast, "Abandon ship!" Harley jumps straight up, grabs the fire escape roof latch, and swings herself up to the top of the bus. From the outside someone could see Harley do a Lara Croft hand stand and then push off the roof, flip in the air, and straight out to come down the hole torn in the roof. Inside, she's seen moments later coming down with motion as well as her super acrobatics onto Gamma. Trying to kick off of him to backflip in the tight quarters back toward the front of the bus. Maybe to have him fall out the back? Maybe to do nothing at all since he's so much heavier than her, but at least it rockets her forward into a roll. Then she's running straight towards the front broken windshield.

As she turns to look at Jason she smiles, "Accept only exact change! Go slow, go boom!" Her hand goes out to yank her mallet from the locked position against the gas pedal and leaps out the already broken window toward the Camaro. She's fast, athletic, and a lot of red and black. And she's apparently not sticking around, or at least, not inside of the bus. It doesn't mean she can't be stopped, but she'll be out and on the car if she isn't.

Scarecrow has posed:
Two broken side windows the bus raged down the main street now, Gotham PD were likely slow to the party or too afraid to get close knowing which two resided on this bus as they swerved onto the main street. The Gas was likely billowing out of the broken windows, the hostages getting a lung full of fear toxin.

The Scarecrow looked to his guest making his move to swerve the bus to the left and onto oncomming traffic to knock the boy wonder off balance towards him, then lashing out with his syringe hand to jab Tim Drake with a good dose of his Toxin and teach him to thank the bus driver, shouting out "Sorry we're filled to capacity!"

Red Hood has posed:
"Yeah, stopping the bus is a /bad/ idea, you want off, you can jump!" Jason calls out at Gamma, just before Harley lands on the front of the bus and reaches for her mallet. "You didn't wait for the bus to come to a complete stop." Grabbing the handle of the mallet, Jason heaves in response, pulling Harley closer to him, and his hand drops.

When it comes back up, one end of a pair of handcuffs is on his wrist, the other is on hers. "Why don't you stick around for a bit, wouldn't want you to miss the climax."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will dodge away from the hand, his head ending up outsde the door for a moment, but seeing a van coming up he gets himself back fully inside the buswith moments to spare. He will see the good doctors extra explosives and makes sure to not let the an at them "Are we doing a filming of Dr. Phill today, about the only way they can get an audience huh/.

Joker has posed:
"You don't understand art!" Joker scoffs, breaking character, and having a sudden insight.

It was Amsterdam, 1945. The Allies had just declared victory in Europe. And there was a missive to General Patton, ordering a grooming visit for Patton's pet puppy. The very same grooming visit that got General Patton killed, before he was struck by a passing moving vehicle driven by a soldier.

But who sent the missive?

The gun flies from Joker's hand, his eyes opening wide.

"Eleanor, it was you!"

With that, Joker goes careening off the bus, into a dumpster that is then sent rattling down the road and tipping over, Joker trapped inside with the garbage and the upturned weight, as if inside a quonset hut.

A fine end to a fine man.

Gamma has posed:
Gamma fires his arm cannon rapidly at Harley, but her super acrobatics easily dodge around his fire. Gamma blinks in surprises as suddenly there is a clown on him, and then he is nudged slightly by said clown vaulting off of him. Gamma quickly reorients and tries to line up another shot, but Red Hood already has her. He lowers his arm, his hand emerging from within it and rushes over to Kitty's bunker, "Ok, any idea how to deal with uh..." He pauses and points at the bomb of the nearest passenger, "....Those...I'm guessing they're not supposed to have those?"

Shadowcat has posed:
The passenger that Blackbird ungagged cries out, "There's another bomb on the bus! She said if it goes under 40, it blows up!" Blackbird stands back up, jumping into the aisle after Gamma has stopped shooting. "We can get them out," Blackbird says to Gamma, "But first let me take care of the other bomb so we can stop the bus. Keep her covered?" Blackbird says, the young woman in the ninja-like costume pointing to the handcuffed Harley.

Blackbird starts forward, but then she's just sinking down into the floorboards of the bus. She phases through the bus' undercarriage, and moving nearer to the engine checking for the bomb. But being careful not to phase all the way into the engine itself.

Scarecrow has posed:
The bus swerved continously as the fighting, Tim nearly had his head clipped by an oncomming pick up truck, unfortunately for Scarecrow he was spry. "That is doctor Crane. That hack doesn't deserve to be called a Psychiatrist. No you're part of my Tachophobia experiment today.. and Well some explosives have been mixed in. This thing slows down and well boom!"
He said suddenly pulling a lever so the bus door opens then lashing out again this time twisting off his seat eagerly trying to use his long legs to his advantage to kick at the bat family member to knock him out the door. Crane wasn't known for easily giving up even while out numbered.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Oooh, handcuffs?" And she leans forward and sniffs them, "Unused? Ya dare strap me ta ya wit' virgin handcuffs?!" Harley practically yells at Jason. She starts tugging, and pulling, and then yanks Jason's arm up and around her while she uses her other hand to grab the wheel. And now?? Now it's a fight over who gets control over the bus. Harley's rather strong for her small shape (Thank you Ivy!) and she's trying to turn it straight in the direction of the small traffic wall that keeps the highway from seeing the streets below. The struggle is real though, as Jason's pretty strong himself... that will hopefully delay the bus jumping off the side of this raised highway but it will only give so much time for Kitty and Gamma to work out the bombs.

There's no big bomb on the bus that Kitty can find, and Harley actually calls back to clarify. "Lady, I ain't said no such thing. Jus' if the bus goes slower'n 40 ya all go boom. Ya jump off, an' slow down, ya go boom!" Turning to Jason she kind of leans on him, "Hard ta find good bystanders these days, I'm so embarassed."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
The Joker goes diving off the bus into a dumpster causing Kestrel to just stare a long moment. "Calling that one a win," she decides as she moves to the opening in the bus to jump down inside next to where Scarecrow was currently driving. A tap is given to his shoulder. "Hi, gonna have to revoke your license here."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake at what the scarecrow says Tim is a bit surprised a moment and it looks like He may have got a good hit as Tim goes out the door, but does catch his bike before he hits the road. Seeing Carrie has handled the joker and is inside now, he will say "You got him, I will get the bomb, and pulling a small block of computer equipment off the bike under the bus he goes.

Gamma has posed:
Gamma gives the Blackbird a nod and turns to Harley, his arm cannon re...well, arming as he points it at her. Then Blackbird phases through the floor, drawing a confused look from Gamma for just a moment before he refocuses on Harley, ".....Huh..." That pause was all Harley needed to get the edge though. Gamma tries for a few seconds to get a clear shot before giving up and running over, his arm returning to it's normal arm-y-ness as he reaches out to grab and subdue to crazed clown.

Shadowcat has posed:
Blackbird comes back up above the floor. "No explosives below, so just the ones on the passengers," the female voice says. The costumed woman goes over to examine one of the rigs. Plastic explosive. So no charge sensing whether the explosive material is there or not. Because that would set it off.

Blackbird goes from one seat to another. She reaches in and phases the explosive out of each bomb, dropping the material into a bag and moving on to the next. It will take her a few minutes, so hopefully the men are able to keep Harley from driving them through the restraining wall. At one point Blackbird looks up and sees the struggle going on. "Please stay behind the line while the vehicle is in motion," she calls as Gamma moves to aid in the subdual.

After the explosives are removed, the passengers get freed from their restraints one by one.

Scarecrow has posed:
The bus still driving dodging traffic for now Scarecrow glared at Kestral then to the other bat family member. He seemed docile for now saying "You're lucky we're near the finish line." He was still driving dodging through traffic more so to keep them over the bomb explosive limit as he seemed to be trying to work a way out of the situation. Currently nothing other than another trip back to arkham was comming to mind, he supposed he could get back to checking on his patient Dr. McMahon he seemed to be very paranoid of when dealing with Crane especially after what he did to his last psychiatrist.

Harley Quinn has posed:
As the robot man comes up to Harley Quinn and grabs ahold of her to make it easier on Jason to drive the bus, she lets out a sharp ow from the strong grip. "Hey now, tha' hurt." And then she smiles and shivers, "Do it again?" And Harley Quinn looks over her shoulder at the android before looking to the Driver Jason. "Now ain't this 'ere a pickle?" She questions, and looks to the wrist that's handcuffed, "Ya two ain't gonna do horrible things ta me now are ya?" And she smiles bigger, and says, "Please, don't hurt me, I'm just a woman!" And then she whispers, "If ya wanna rough me up a bit, I wouldn't mind. A day ain't good till ya got bruises."

The rest of this bus is at least freed. The bomb material removed, the passengers then set free. If the bus slows down eventually the lights on the detonators will go red, but there's no bomb to explode anymore. And Harley slumps her shoulders, "I kinda wanted ta feel what the boom would be like. Oh oh, an' if we get ta Arkham before midnight, it should be puddin' dessert night. I don't wanna miss out on the pistachio flavor. Please?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake hmms and will frown not finding what he had hoped to. He will start putting small modules along under the buss, and one along each tire. Once he has everthing in place, He will says "Kestrel when I count three grab the wheel, we going to have a hard brake, you able to stir into it so we don't flip?

Gamma has posed:
Gamma blinks confusedly at Harley's mixed signals and requests of physical abuse, ".....Uh....Ok?" He says as he repeats the action that she ow'd at. When she continues asking for creepy pain stuff, Gamma cocks a brow, "...I'm starting to think you're not actually making requests and you're just weird." He says unamusedly as he adjusts his weight to completely pin her down without preventing Red Hood from reaching the wheel.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Wait, what? Why are we braking? I thought there were bombs?" Kestrel looks back over to Red Robin with concern at this, then back to the Scarecrow who was currently driving. "You ready for this I guess? I got no idea how this is gonna play out." But she was ready to grab the wheel if she needed.

Shadowcat has posed:
Blackbird keeps ye old Bag o' Explosives away from Harley after Red Hood has pulled the bus over. "This is Blackbird, this bus is secure. The bombs go off if the bus goes under 40. Do you need help Kestrel, Red Robin?" There's a raven that has landed on the back of the bus. Or Lockheed appears to be a raven anyway, thanks to his Image Inducer. "Why don't you go see if they need help? Follow the path of snarled up traffic and hit vehicles," she tells him. "Catch you back at home after then if we don't hook back up."

Blackbird helps the people out the back of the bus before finally rejoining Gamma and Red Hood, and their hungry-for-pistachio-pudding prisoner. Blackbird arrives in time to catch that last part. "I'm sure we could probably get you back in time. An awful lot of people here that could have got hurt. Don't you miss the days you helped people?" she asks.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will count to three and mini emps will og off under the bus which should keep the bombs from going off, and little pistons will engage the breaks, it is not a sudden full stop, but as if someone has hit the breaks hard. Kestrel knowing to expect it is prepared for the sudden stop, and the passangers are buckled in. So Kestrel can hopefully handle a shaken Dr. Crane. Tim will drop down as the bus finnaly stops and no boom. He rolls out finding themself just inside the port area. He will looks down and a soft "Shit" is said as he sees where the Good doctor swiped at him earlier ripped his shirt, and he has small trickle of blood there.

Scarecrow has posed:
The Scarecrow seems to have been stopped, allowing the bus to be disarmed, he waited for the bus itself to be stopped. Relaxing there he'd await to see what the two heros would do as he surrenders for now resigning himself for another trip to Arkham. Likely going to enjoy the fact Tim is going to be hallucinating for the rest of the day.