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♦♠♥♣ Harley Quinn ♣♥♠♦

Mr. J seemed far too into his own thoughts to really hear Harley. She thought of whining that he wasn’t listening but she knew better than that. The Joker was unpredictable but Harley had a slight sense for when he would snap or not. Of course, like earlier, she was wrong but she was better than most people. So she stood waiting till he spoke. He said yes and Harley did a small jump and then she clapped her hands together. It wasn’t too long after that he asked if she enjoyed the carnival and explained it a little. The woman squealed while jumping for a moment “Oh Mr. J! You are so romantic!” She moved her hips side to side, while her hands held her cheeks as if she was embarrassed. “Aren’t I a lucky girl” She smiled to herself. Some of the minions stopped and looked at the girl as she moved her body. It was funny that some of these guys actually thought they had some kind of a chance with her. Even if the Joker was out of the picture Harley wouldn’t stoop so low and be with some minion.

Turning she yelled at a minion to hand over her favorite mallet, the man took long enough, the mallet being too heavy for him to move freely while holding it. Once it got into Harley’s hand she swung it up and onto her shoulder. “I’m ready when you are Puddin’” she smiled a little crazed. That was one thing Harley seemed to of have change about herself, she was more into the bloodshed then before. She loved it, the screams, the terror. Before she did it for Joker, really not caring about others but not going out of her way to hurt them, but now she wanted to have their bodies hang like lanterns on the streets.


((OOC: I swear I was going to post yesterday but gaia wouldn't work so sorry for the wait))

"Ready...", Joan muttered and tapped against his headphone part. A small and thin metallic peace came forth a hole and stretched over his right eye. He typed swiftly on the keys of his wheelchair. A small hole opened on the left and three tiny bug robots crawled over his arm and upon his shoulder. Above his eye, the metal piece placed a holo visor. Dots blinked in front of his vision and lines and calculations burst over the small screen of bluish colors. "R-03 Number 34, Number 55 and Number 61. Order Inprint 7C-4T-Stealth Flight. Period Time 34 Minutes count 3 Minutes from now. Standard Protocol 11 for escape and Standard Protocol 65 for capture minus Range approach and Weight of Contact. Placing Number Range saved 0.03 micro mm on construct surface. Adapt. Placing Number Weight of Contact saved 15 ml gramms on construct surface. Adapt. Disperse after Mission completion. Goal Riverbank 100 km south, down to sealevel. Initiation of Selfdestruction. Now Execute Mission." The bugs recognized the strangely given Orders and decended to the door. A soldier nodded and opened a small space so that the bug robots could get out. They crawled along the trailer and onto the roof. From there they waited the among of time adviced and suddenly began to disperse. Each of them took another road and created a very realistic holographic image of the truck. Speed, Sound, drivers, colors. Everything was perfectly matched to the real one. "Perfect... I rather let the police chase ghost cars than us... And we might lead the Bat off our trail as well...", he looked at the three soldiers who sat with him, poking his bear playful against the nose, "You know the drill, soldiers... If that Bat shows up...I am nothing but a victim... He smiled and the soldiers nodded, reading their guns. The visor was turned off and the robot snake crawled up the wheelchair, camoflaged itself into the structure of the arm rests and the back.

The Truck went on over the empty streets of Gotham. The night was on their side today. Soon they've reached the prestine fossile of the once proud Monarch Theatre. Tragedy ruled its street and its halls were ruled by the criminal master Mind, the Joker. Joan waved his hand and the soldiers opened the Trailer's backdoors. He hovered outside and looked up at the old Theatre, sighing annoyed by the bad weather. "Urgh...", he growled and stuffed his plush panda underneath his thin jacket, "Why must Gotham be such a rainy place... It's like it wants to drown me in its boredom... If one here turns on an old cartoon on the theatre screen, I swear I'm going to skin that person alive..." Two of the Guard soldiers waited in the Truck. Each of them was armed with Guns of various kinds. Their faces were covered with black Gasmasks painted with yellow faces of different asian demons. One of the Soldiers pointed his gun at Joan. They walked into the back alley and lead the Truck driver towards a back entrance, guarded by the goons of the Joker. "Greetings, dear sirs...", Joan changed his attitude and veiled his genius behind the innocent, childish smile and bright shining eyes, "I've got a sweet present for Mr. Joker here. Is he available?" The The soldiers stood like statues on each side of him, pointing their guns at his head. Silence from them and no motion, no doubts."Boris and I would like to speak with Mr. Joker. Daddy wants to make sure that his clients are aaaall happy and satisfied with the contracts." The young boy smiled at them and did not show any signs of the devilish spirit that lied within his knowledge.

"Oh, but I have to insist, good sir.", Joan said with a smile and embraced the Panda Plushy, deeply caring, "Right, Boris? Daddy would get mad at us if we do not bring Mr. Joker's delivery." He smiled with innocence, but anger grew within the mind closed off by the adorable boy. The two guards were nothing but fools so the young one thought displeased as they explained what was going on. He endured his childish masquerade. When one of them came closer and hung his face in front of the kid, he smelled the filth that clinged to this thug. As he seems to threaten the boy, the smile slowly faded and Joan's eyes froze within a dark touch. "Move your filthy skin out of my sight, fool...", he hissed at the guardsman disgusted and annoyed by his incompetence, "I can bare with pleasantries and manner, but it seems that your thin layer of thoughts will just waste my time... And I hate...wasting precious time..."

He tapped his finger against the arm rest, wakening his snake construct. It raised its head hissing like the mirror creature it has been designed from. Slowly it opened it's jaw, revealing long daggers, saw blades and razors, sharpened to perfection. "I don't care what mood Mr. Joker has... It will be more pleasant than dealing with such limited minds as yours, fool...", Joan growled sour and stroke over the polished steel body of the mechanical snake, "If you value your minor existence, you better bring me to Joker or present us with a dry space to wait for him to return... Otherwise I will make you the next meal for my R-11, fool... That would take two more problems off his back, too..." The kid smiled, but not as before. It was a cold and sinister gesture, portraying the evil mind that lay waiting behind his innocent look all the time. He placed the Panda close to his side and pulled a biro from his jacket pocket, starting to klick with it while waiting for their respond. "I do not fear of Mr. Joker's wrath... No, I can even understand him... It must be a pain working with such limited minded fools...", Joan mocked the guards openly without the slightest fear. His eyes stared tired at them as his smile had become a distant memory, "You should rethink your policies, imbeciles... My arival was not pure arbitrary... This delivery is part of a contract between the Joker and my father..." His eyes looked back at the truck and a sigh rolled from his lips as he focused back on the guards. "But since...I am in a slightly better mood than normal...I will ask nicely once more... ...Can I see Mr. Joker, please...? Or do I have to drag both of you with me to him?" The young boy clicked with the biro once more as his gaze grew more intense of anger. "I tire of this sharade really fast... So think faster, fools..."

The young lad looked at the man standing in the door. He seems either smarter than his comrades or just lucky enough to be listening to his master well. His eyes pierced the man's gaze as the other two seems to be confused in disbelieve before moving aside. Finally he directed his voice at Joan and pointed inside. "Finally...", he muttered irritated and stopped the clicking, placing the biro back into his pocket. He tapped against the armrest in a weird rythm of 10 fast notes, ordering the snake construct to return to rest. Boris was taken back into his embrace and for a short moment he smiled with the light of innocence again. "Boris and I thank you, sir!" He turned around and looked at his men. The serious look returned to his face as if it was never gone. "Out of the Truck, men. Move these crates in! And do not dare to damage anything!"

The soldiers saluted and three of the five men went around and to the back of the truck, opening the doors. One of them pressed a number of buttons on a pannel strapped to his wrists backside. The pallets that carried the crates levitated. Four of them followed one soldier. This chain repeated with the other two. They lined up behind Joan and his guards. The boy changed his wheelchair to levitation and floated up the small staircase into the building. His soldiers followed him in order. "Hm... His decoration taste is unique... I give him that...", Joan mutted and snapped his fingers. The wheelchair went back to normal and his two guards opened the door. He steered inside and grabbed his soaked hair furious. "I swear to the blue sky! One day I will bomb this city oblivion!", he growled angry, "This weather is close to be as irritating as the imbeciles that roams its streets!"

Inside the hall he looked towards the Main Stage. The Theatre was empty, filthy and crawling with rodents and insects trying to escape the rain. The boy tapped on the right hand pannel and his armrest stretched, opening a gap that handed him a tovel from inside. He took it and placed it on his wet hair. Slowly his gaze wandered across the empty seat lines. "Huh...Although I despice such places...it kinda fits the Joker perfectly.", he thought and rolled over to the Main Stage.

Joan rolled towards the Stage. The poorly lighted enviorment was quite unpleasent for him, but close to his chair the light was still brighter. The stage itself was well lit and the Joker was right underneath it. His massive stone throne did not fit with his slender physique. As the group enclosed they were warned not to come anymore near him. Joan raised his hand emiditally, ordering his men to stop. He saw the bags of money, gems and jewelery lined up around the throne. The Joker seems to enjoy himself with them. Joan knew well not to fool with the King of Crime Fools. He listened to him speaking. His smile was frightening for some of the soldiers, but the boy stared back at him with emptiness engulfing his eyes.

Joan smiled back at the Joker, petting his Panda plushie. "At last someone worth speaking to...", he said and pulled the tovel from his head. His fingers slowly stroke through the pale hair. "The grinning wolves... Huh... I see why my father favors bargaining with you, Mr. Joker..." He snapped his fingers and his soldiers stepped aside from the boxes. "Father has some...debts to collect... He hates it when people don't pay... What always results in... ...more rodent food on the streets..." The boy folded his hands and nodded at Joker's reaction to the delivery. "Of course... We are always paying for the service we recieve..." He snapped his fingers once more and the soldiers tapped on their wrist control pannels, ordering the boxes to levitated onto the stage for the Joker to take a look. "These are high end weaponry for you, Mr. Joker. The finest we're able to ship. Twenty M1911A Handguns, fifteen C96 Mauser Broomhandle Pistols and twenty Corner Shot Modules of the new military standards. Thirteen AL391 Autoload Shotguns, Brugger & Thomet MP9 Submachine Guns in the count of twenty, Ten Scorpion EVO3, five L115A3 AWM Sniper Rifles and three Defcom XL200 Granade Launchers. Also some M61 Handgrenades. Sixteen packs of ten each box. All guns are provided with enough ammunition to last for at least a week of raging havoc in Gotham..." Joan hit a button on his left armrest and on the front end a box came out and was delivered with a mech arm up to the boy. "And this is a little gift from my father and me, Mr. Joker." He opened the box and showed a Magnum gun that looks like a Smith & Wesson Model 500 50-Cal. "I don't know if the design fits your taste, Mr. Joker, but I bet you will have plenty of fun with this little present of ours. A Magnum gun with a special barrel and shooting system. It can fire rounds of any type so long they are not oversizing the 50 Caliber mark. We packed in some of our science projectiles. Cryo-Rounds, Pyro-Rounds, explosive rounds, splinter shells and a special projectile type we honorably named 'Jester-Bullet'. They contain a high graded laughing gas mixture that is released on impact, spreading in a distance of 10 feet around the impact zone, lingering in the air for proximately twenty-five seconds, forcing any who inhale it to laugh for at least ten minutes. If the bullet enters the body, the gas can kill a person in less than three minutes due to blood poisoning." The boy smiled at the Joker, presenting the gun for him.

"Our payment... All that needs to be done is clearing out those rodents that feast of our delivery road..." The young lad sighed annoyed by these circumstances and frowned. "I would like to tear their limbs out personally, but father is right... This would only harm our second face to the world. We wouldn't want that..." He looked at Joker. His eyes were cold. Deep blue gems of mysterious brilliance. He petted his plush toy and the snake machine next his side. "That's why we need someone like you, Mr. Joker... Someone who knows how to deal with...unwanted competition... Fort Clinton... Berry Street. Second buildings basement... Eradicate those rodants for us and we see this deal payed in full... Whatever goods they still possess shall be yours to take and toy with... We will provide a fitting cover up for you, if you wish, and also keep the police out of it... Didn't want them to ruin the party before it started, no?" He folded his hands and looked at the Clown Prince with an eager smile. "We would like this matter to vanish within the next two weeks... I hope this contract is...arangable, Mr. Joker."

Joan let Joker take the gun. His insane smile gave even him the chills this time. However, he smiled at his words. "Mecha, huh... I can deal with that..." The boy took his biro out, folded his hands and placed the head upon the arch of his arms. Knowing that the Joker was pleased with the delivery, he felt at ease and yet more on edge, too. The client was rather unstable sometimes and Joan did not know if the deal was confirmed yet. A wise lesson by his father.

Joker engaged with hostility against Joan's guards. They did not flinch as one after the other was shot. The first two died of quickly and fell to the ground. The third started giggling before before gurgling and kneeing, slowly fading. One of them was uneffected and stood like stone next to Joan. The last one coughed, laughed and couldn't stop while goign down.

The gas that has spread from the bullet surounded the guard and kid. Joan counted the seconds before the gas lingered away. The small particles bounced off of his wheelchair shield that he keeps online for protection. "...Hm...", he looked at the dead and the soldier, who slowly died on laughing suffocation, "Well... Spares us from wasting money... ...Don'tmind this alive one though.... I figured you would like to test this new toy, but I need one alive... ...I hate driving myself..." He settled down in his chair, petting the Panda Plushie, waiting for the soldier to finally die of laughter. It was a cruel and insane death to witness. He nodded at the Joker as he declined the offer of a cover up. "Fine with us, Mister Joker. Isn't that right, Boris?", he asked the Panda and took his paw in hand, "Exactly... The world should know the genuis that is the Joker."

Joan snapped his fingers and the Snake Machine crawled from the left end to the right. He pointed down to the corpse of the soldier. The robot stretched its jaw and armed itself with the dagger-like teeth. It took a bite on the corpse, piercing the fangs deep into the torso. Then it released the flesh again. The teeth drenched in blood, it lifted it's head towards the boy. He took the bloody fangs out and tapped with the other hand on the left armrest console. The robotic arm with the box vanished into the wheelchair again and on the other side a metal plate was pulled out and placed before the kid. It was empty. Joan snaped once more. This time the snake bit into the dead man and pulled the corpse over the plate. The blood from the wound dripped upon the dark metal plate and the boy took both dagger teeth to draw a symbol onto it. His swift sketching and scratching carved metal screams that swallowed the Stage Hall. As the image has taken shape, he pointed into a seat line and the snake threw the corpse in this direction. He hurled one of the Blade at it and it pierced itself into the armor. The second tooth he used to cut the plate in half. Each with a similar drawing on it, shaped from one. The snake snapped the one falling off and Joan handed the other to Joker, throwing the other tooth blade into another dead soldier corpse. "...so... Do you accept...the yellow devils...deal, Mr. Joker...?"

The boy watched the Joker destroying his little piece of art. His gaze was cold, calm and drowned with thoughts, as numbers, algorithms and formulas slowed the time before his eye. "10²... 1.200 km/h...minus 0,0004 milliseconds... Nice...", he mumbled as the fragments of metal shattered to the ground, "Not much of a delay or value change due to the bullets inner load..." He listened to Joker and frowned slightly, since he heard this from nearly every client. "Well... It is just a formality, so I don't care how you choose to seal the bargain, Mr. Joker..."

As the Joker peered closely at him, his face nearly touching his own, Joan felt slightly uncomfortable. His eyes stared back at the Joker, still embraced by puzzles and mathmatics no mind could understand. His breathing was slow and steady, but his hands twitched slightly in terror. he would be ready if the Joker was to strike at him, but he also knew that the Joker would not dare to. As his glaring eyes stared more intense on the boy, the kid was close to drown in their sadistic, sinister thoughts. Suddenly he was grabbed and embraced rather uncomfortable, before Joker gave him kisses on the forehead. Then the Joker had turned back to the happy Crime Prince he was before. He petted the boy on the head, what felt like an insult to Joan, but he had no choice but to bear with it. The kid sighed, grabbed his Panda plushie and leaned back again in twisting, painful agony. "Urgh... That embrace was not necessary, Mr. Joker...", he answered and nodded slightly, smiling with innocence and naivity again, "Thanks for your patronage. I hope we can be of service to you in the future, too. He bowed his head slightly and suddenly changed back to the dark shrouded boy from before. He pointed his gaze at the R-11 and gave a quick nod. "Cryo-State the corpses. We're taking them back to the lab. They can still be of use to our science team..." He placed his hand on the chin and smiled at Joker. "It's been nice doing business with you, Mr. Joker."

The snake machine opened it's jaw and presented a tube that crawled out of its throat. Extreme cold fog came forth it and was sprayed over the dead bodies, freezing them and short pieces of the surrounding area completely. The young lad lifted his left hand and stretched thumb and point finger out upwards. The soldier tabbed on his arm console and the ones from the dead soldiers started reacting. They disperced an energy field that engulfed them like a cocoon, making them float from the ground. As the frozen parts lifted, ripping noises were heard from clothes and flesh being torn from the ground. Joan waited for his robot to return to the wheelchair, turned around and steered it towards the door. The soldier followed save within his suit and the cocoons of orage light, carrying the corpses, followed them both.

"Sure thing, Mr. Joker...", he replied as he left with his one living and four dead soldiers, "Anytime you wish." His guard opened the door and let the corpses fly outside. When the boy got through, Joan petted the snake machine and smiled at his Panda plushie. "I would love to test my little machines on something other than lab prisoners and guinea pigs..." The guard closed the door and lead the group outside towards the truck. Joan ignored the door guards this time completely.

Outside the corspes got stashed in the empty trunk of the Truck. The guard waited for Joan to enter and then closed the back. He went to the front and drove the Truck away from the Theatre. "Hm.. No responses from my Drones...", the boy thought as he checked the signals of his machines, "That reminds me... I should probably send a spy to check on Joker's progress, too... Hm... But one that I can leave for a couple of days on duty... Maybe the R-09..." He sighed and pressed the Panda closer. "Huh... But first we have to do our chores... Next is the meeting at Wayne Enterprises... Huh... I hate meetings..."



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