Jokers' Daycare (The Joker, Then Open to all)

[Scarecrow]

It was a peaceful night in Gotham. The wind blew gently over the rooftops of all the buildings, making a whispering to anyone who would listen. There weren’t that many thugs spread out in the city doing crime. Everything seemed quiet and at peace and the people of Gotham could for once sleep in peace without troubling their minds if they were going to be the next to be robbed, kidnapped, mocked or even killed. This was one of those nights all the troubles and worries would vanish in the mind of the people. But not in Gotham, at these nights something would always happen to break the peace. The more peace there would be, the worse would the catastrophe be.

The children at the Orphanage slept quietly. Unknowing of all the terrors Gotham would offer at this hour. The guards would always tell them to go to bed at a certain hour so they could be well rested for the day after. The guards were stationed police officers in the region, keeping an eye out for the kids so they wouldn’t run away. The guards would once in a while patrol the individual rooms and the halls for any children. This place couldn’t afford video surveillance so the guards had to patrol regularly. But this night in particular, neither the kids nor the guards would ever want what would soon happen. Neither would they ever expect it.

The plan was perfect, use the orphaned children to be ''mini-jokers''. Making them kill and steal everyone who was in the way, making them spread the name of the Joker throughout the city. What would the police do? They are only kids. The plan was flawless, and with the bat out of the way, this couldn’t go wrong. Scarecrow watched the crows as they fled the scene with a shivering sound a crow could make when it screamed. Scarecrow laughed, a short smile spread on his lips behind the mask. ''shush little birdies, you are just going to wake up the children''. He put a finger up in front of the mask while saying it, making a gesture that they should keep it quiet. He was holding the scythe in his left hand and was holding a large sack in his right. The sack was filled with small containers. It was his fear gas. He had made it into a liquid state so they could easily pour it into their drinking water. But of course they needed to kidnap the little fellows first, so some of the containers contained the gas version. Joker had hopefully gotten hand of some goons already so they got some to transport them to the designated place where they would drop off the kids and start manipulating them. Scarecrow had been sitting on top of the orphanage. He was waiting for the guard to do its patrol before making his entrance. Scarecrow was looking down through some windows in the roof. Underneath him, he could see the guard walk in the hallway, walking his route. Scarecrow decided this was the moment he would strike. He opened the window. A quick chill breeze entered the building and made the guard aware there was an open window somewhere in the hallway. He noticed the guard had turned around and was now looking for the open window but the guard obviously didn’t bother to look up. The guard passed by once more. Scarecrow decided to slip down into the building through the open window and take down the guard so he was out of the picture and wouldn’t cause any problems. When Scarecrow landed on the ground it made a little bump. The guard noticed the little bump behind and then turned around to check what it was, but only to find a needle pointing at his throat and the face of the scarecrow. It was the sack which had made a sound when it hit the ground which made scarecrow let go of it so he could stop the guard without having to cut him into two pieces with his scythe. Not that Scarecrow cared if he had to kill him. It was just more fun to make him shiver in fear. ''Are there anyone else?'' Scarecrow had turned his voice into a rustier and hissing voice, making the effectiveness of his already known name and face even worse with this voice. ''N-n-n-no, I-I-I’m th-the onl-only o-o-one he-her-here'' the guard shivered in fear. The sweat poured out from every opening in his body. The guard had noticed the scythe in scarecrows left hand and by the thought of he might lose his head had made him piss his own pants. The sight made scarecrow laugh quickly before he poked the needle in the throat of the guard. The guard fainted quickly, the fear gas worked immediately and the guard fell with a heavy bump to the ground. Well, now Scarecrow knew that some of the kids might have awoken. He put on his hat, it had fallen off when he had jumped down into the building and it had been lying next to the sack, placed his scythe up against the wall. He then started walking from room to room and threw some of the fear gas containers from the sack into the sleeping chambers while he was singing with a hissing and rusty voice. ''When all the cows were sleeping and the sun had gone to bed, up jumped the scarecrow and this is what he said! I'm a dingle, dangle scarecrow with a flippy floppy hat, I can shake my hands like this and shake my feet like that. When all the hens were roosting and the moon behind the cloud, up jumped the scarecrow and shouted very loud! I'm a dingle, dangle scarecrow with a flippy floppy hat, I can shake my hands like this and shake my feet like that. When the dogs were in the kennels and the doves were in the loft, up jumped the scarecrow and whispered very soft. I'm a dingle, dangle scarecrow with a flippy floppy hat, I can shake my hands like this and shake my feet like that. I'm a dingle, dangle scarecrow with a flippy floppy hat, I can shake my hands like this and shake my feet like that!''

[The Joker]

The sound of two car engines echoed down the empty street as two blue vans came driving down the road. The two guards in front of the orphanage would look at them with disinterested expressions. It was probably just some plumbers or something, heading home after a long day. The two vans slowly came to a halt in front of the orphanage, this catching the guards attention. They approached the first of the vehicles, tapping the glass. "Excuse me, what's the big idea? You can't park here unless you guys plan to adopt" One of the guards said with a little smile at his Joke. The window then rolled down, the eyes of the guard widening as he was sprayed in the face with a strange kind of gas.

"Well, now that you mention it Officer, the thought of adoption HAVE crossed my mind a couple times...not one of these little tykes of course..I have other plans for them.." A very well known voice said from the drivers seat as the masked goons stepped out of the vans. There was only four of them, but they easily handle the other guard as the first hit the pavement, dead and grinning more than he ever had. The Joker stepped out of the van, a smirk on his face as the goons carried the two dead guards with them as they entered the building. The plan was really rather simple, and so far everything went smooth and without a hitch. Kidnap the tykes, twist and turn them into little madmen and lunatics and start using them for crime and chaos. A chuckle escaped the pale madman as he thought about the terrified expressions of the citizens of Gotham as the child-Jokers went to work.

Joker looked around, listening for any sign of where Scarecrow was. the sound of panicked screams a couple floors up were a pretty good hint though. with a wave of his hand The Joker signed for the goons to get to work as he stepped into the elevator. Reaching the floor the Joker heard Scarecrow singing as the children screamed in fear. Joker grinned as he cackled, looking at Scarecrow. "Good to hear you're having fun my jumping friend..now tell me Doctor, how are the plans proceeding?" He asked as the goons appeared on the floor, wearing gas masks of course. The Joker wasn't wearing anything, the fear-gas not effecting him in any way. It was terrifying to witness the two, the master of fear and the Prince of madness, a combination that could send chills up any spine.

[Stormy Evening]

DEATH OR GLORY

( becomes just another story )
DEATH OR GLORY

Stormy had a few days to herself, some time to look around her home and to also spend time in the night and day to explore the city, always in a set of shades.

This evening was going to be quite different from normal.

The kid took a lesson from Grey Skull, wearing a mask was probably a good idea. She had been for one in the city. Most of it was plastic and latex, neither of which she cared for. She stroke a bit of luck when she found her mother and father's intricate mardi gras masks and costumes buried away in an oak chest. As she pilfered through them she found a small decent sized box. She opened it to find an outstanding mask. It hit her heart quickly. It was perfect.

Soon she would get to work figuring out what would be the best combination of pieces to wear. She used pieces from both of their different costume. She tore away the bodice of her mother's dress fashioned as a black corset with subtle tints of a dark purple in the stitching and decadent embroidery. Over it she would wear a loose black shirt that looked of a similar time period as the corset. And then on top her father's dark green jacket that went with the shirt she was wearing. She had on skinny black trousers and a her pair of black boots with a slight upturn at the tow and a good heel for proper weight distribution to the bottom of the feet. Over them were a pair of white button up spats going all the way up the length of the boots and they were over her skinny black trousers. She wore her father's dark green top hat and her rapier on her hip. The hilt was purple.

She had found her mother's gold glittery lipstick, she put some on and her eyes glowed purple as she looked at herself in the mirror, she had adored costumes as a child, but now she could fill in her mother's outfits.


All this though had been earlier in the day, it was now well past dark and she was climbing and advancing all over the city. It had been a while since she had left the house. As the night went on she was near an old church, enjoying the echo of the organ bleeding out into the surrounding neighborhoods. Her head could cut hard to her left when the sound of a few children screaming caught her attention. She slowly began to approach the source. Her hearing was about forty percent better than the average human being's. As she was looking around she saw the sign for the orphanage. quietly she would approach, trying to find an unlocked or opened window. Eventually she found one mistakenly unlocked and slipped in.

As she slipped in a ground floor window she could smell something up above. Something about it was not pleasant to her and she sneezed twice, muffling it each time. Whatever it was she couldn't worry about it, some kids were in trouble.

She would hunt around for for the stairs. Once finding them she would try to sneak up as quietly as possible but she would have to keep muffling sneezes. She listened for the floor the screams were coming from. Once there she would duck and move around, trying to remain unseen. She could try to turn but a heavier concentration was into her left and she got a heavy wiff of it. Her eyes were going back and forth from green to purple. The screaming and the faces of the children made her grit her teeth, she stood to her feet, exposing herself. She could see a white face. The effect the drug was having on her staggered her movement as her heart fell like it was sinking down into her stomach. A tear streamed down her mask as she looked out to the children.

Here pheremones were fighting it, unknown to her. While they were profoundly making her emotions extremely hindering at the moment in response to the drug they were trying to counteract. Her pheremone release produced a scent that would causes a boost in dopamine production.

Stormy could see the two villains but they were out of focus. She put her hands on her head and was trying to control herself, her altered genetics fighting as diligently as possible against the toxins causing a short circuit in control over her abilities. She sort of slumped down to the floor, first to her knees, then catching herself from falling completely over.

"Leave the children, be. Leave the children BE!" Stormy would first say to them in a slur of words and then the second time more clearly. She drove her fist into the ground next to her as she attempted to stand once again, the tiles were crumbled as she lifted her fist and leaned on a bed nearby to push herself up the rest of the way.

BECOMES
JUST ANOTHER STORY

this post is for Scarecrow and Joker. this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. the lyrics are from "Death or Glory" by The Clash. now all i have to say is --no notes--

[Project 1]

He screamed in pain as his arm was broken, so that the elbow was turning the wrong way. As a response he pulled his gun and tried to shoot, but the gun was kicked out of his hands. With a force full kick to the head, the white painted goon sunk to the floor. You could see it as a less discreet entry, since the whole scenery hadn’t gone by quiet, and the people on the upper floor might have heard it. But this wasn’t the time for being discreet since someone was in trouble.
With no further delay, the staircase was being climbed in an exceptional speed. The door which led to the floor containing both Joker and Scarecrow flew in. Light tapping sounds could be heard from down the hall, closing in on the guy’s behind this disturbance. And when a goon came in sight, the little figure jumped onto the guy, high enough to rap her legs around his neck. In some way the small person on his shoulders, managed to tilt him backwards, flipping away before she alto hit the ground.
The little person looked like nothing more than a normal person, a teenage kid actually. Not that you could see the face, since the hood on her hoodie was pulled up, and a something black was covering the bottom on her face. Actually any skin that could have been visible was hidden. Gloves, large baggies, hoodie, mili-boots, face mask thinking. And all in dark, blackish colors. Probably just some teenager trying to be hero.
“You don’t belong here” a girly voice said.

[Scarecrow]

Scarecrow stopped singing as he saw joker. The little joy of spreading the fear gas around the building was nothing in comparison of what was going to happen later. ''Everything is going according to the plan, Mr. Joker. According to my diagnosis the little kids will be asleep in about 5 minutes. Did you bring your henchmen to carry the little babies’ home?'' shortly after asking the joker this question, he noticed some masked henchmen tagging along with joker. Of course wearing the classical joker henchmen make up as always. Scarecrow heard a very low voice saying something about leaving the kids alone. He turned around to see a girl, very older than all the orphans in the orphanage. She didn’t seem to be from here and she was wearing this silly mask making her look stupid.

Scarecrow let go of the bag of fear gas containers and slowly walked towards her. On the way he grabbed his scythe which was standing up against the wall. ''Hello my child, are you feeling okay?'' he said in a warm and friendly voice. He could see his gas already was in her system and it was just a matter of time before he could start manipulating her. Due to her age, the gas had a different effect than to the children. A grown up was immune to the sleep particles in the mixture, but because of the body trying to fight the sleep particles, the fear gas would be more effective. This made his fear gas very effective towards grownups, but on the other hand it would take some more time for the gas to actually have effect on the target. But she seemed to be near her limits, and with the entire building filled with the gas, she didn’t have much time left before the hallucinations would take control. Scarecrow quickly looked up. He had heard one of Jokers henchmen scream in pains from one of the other rooms. It was quickly followed by some gunfire. ''is he back?!'' Scarecrow thought to himself. Well as long as they could get as many patients as possible, and this silly masked girl, who probably thought she could play a hero, he could just as well bring her along for some more experiments and research. ''come here my child, I am here to take care of you, I wish you no harm, you can trust me.'' He reached his left hand towards the girl to help her up and his voice was as warm and hearty as it could get. He didn't even notice the small teen, or whatever it was who had entered the room. Scarecrow did only focus on this ''new patient''

[The Joker]

A sick and twisted grin formed on the mad prince of crime’s face as he heard Scarecrow’s words. It was perfect really, and so simply even his own goons couldn’t screw it up. Of course, in a city the size of Gotham, and with the crime rates what they were, there was a LOT of orphans around, and thus, several orphanages spread throughout the city, and each and everyone was experiencing the same as this particular one. The guards were subdued; the children gassed with Scarecrow’s fear-gas, and once asleep, carried out to the waiting trucks and all driven back to his hideout. The only reason Joker was even right here, right now, was because Scarecrow was here, and he was always a barrel of fun to be around. At his question Joker looked over his shoulder at the henchmen, saying nothing. What was there to say? Of course they were there, of course they were ready and of course they would carry the kids with them like the KIDnappers they were. The Joker looked at the good doctor once again, the utter madness inside him almost glowing in his eyes as he spoke. “As long as you make them sleep, as long will the good boys do the rest..”

Then, a small flash and what was around the joker was no longer the orphanage of today, but of one long ago, if it had ever existed. A young green haired boy with white skin stood before the Mad Prince of Crime, swinging a crowbar against the battered remains of a bird on the ground, a robin if he was not mistaken. Nearby a young and gangly boy sat, reading about birds, seems he had reached the chapter about crows, and from the look in the boys eyes as he read on, those birds scared him. The Joker then looked around him around the orphanage and he saw there was other children, or close to the age of teenagers anyway, than the gangly kid and the green haired one.
There was a redhead, her body seemingly having started developing early, if one were to judge from the curves, who sat, tending to some flowers in a window. There was a small, fat boy with a long nose who sat, swinging a small stick as if he was a conductor, making at least seven pigeons dance as he hummed. There was this blonde, cute little girl who was standing in a nearby door, looking adoringly at the green haired boy. It was clear something about his ruthless way and the blood spraying from the bird were doing things to her she hadn’t experienced before, if her slightly ragged breath and blush were any indication.

Joker even noticed a clear hickey that the blonde girl didn’t even try to hide. Then there was this kid, half his face filled with Acne as he flipped a coin, playing heads or tails with a muscular kid with a luchador-t-shirt. There was the almost bald kid with red glasses who sat in the shade, enjoying a cold ice-cream as he talked with a redhaired boy with a green t-shirt with a question-mark. There was several others, but it didn’t matter as a kid in a black cowl, looking a bit like a bat, rushed up to the Green-haired kid, pushing him in the chest to make him back off.
“HEY, Knock it off J! You know it’s my Robin, why would you even do that?!?” The green haired boy looked at the cowl-wearing kid, grinning widely, a few blood spatters on his face.
“Your compulsion to gather, keep and raise those birds are almost neurotic B, It’d only be more creepy is they slept in your bed” The boy called J replied with a chuckle. The one called B scowled at him and swung out a fist, sending J backwards, holding a hand against his cheek. “KNOCK IT OFF, J! Noone likes your little pranks, your humor is just sick!” J started to laugh, and he continued to laugh as he looked at the cowl-wearing one and said, “I’ll stop beating a dead bird, but any other robin I find, I’ll do in too…you need to wake up B. Wake up and see who your real friends are!”
He then turned, heading towards the cute blonde with pigtails who had hidden behind the door. “Come Harl, let’s go to the attic, I have something I wanna show you” The girl simply nodded, blushing even more when he grabbed her arm, squirming a little as she followed him out of them room.

Another Flash and Joker was back with Scarecrow, the good doctor having headed towards a new guest, clearly affected by the fear gas. Joker decided she wasn’t really worth his time and turned around, only to see another, masked figure make a dramatic entre. Having seen kids downing his goons for years, Joker showed no surprise when this one did the same, claiming they didn’t belong here.
“Well, give us a little moment and we’re out of here with the kids...or, let me guess…you think you’re a hero? You wanna stop us? Heheheh..It’s hilarious…Batsy leaves and out comes the kid brigade…tell me, did the old bat have a Bat-orphanage somewhere or something?!” The Joker asked before he broke into one of his sickly insane rattling laughs, a cacophony of madness as he rushed towards the young woman with his cane lifted, end pointing at her.

[Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy stepped out of the taxi. It had pulled up in front of an orphanage. "Thank you sweetheart." She told the pheromone-seduced cabbie. "That's all....have a good night." She closed the taxi door and watched as the man drove off.

Ivy looked the building up and down. She had been there twice before to see her orphans who resided inside. Unfortunately, this wasn't going to be a happy visit. She glanced up and down the street. It was surprisingly quiet.

Poison Ivy had gotten word about the heist that the Joker and Scarecrow were pulling. Originally it didn't matter much to her until she heard the mention that they were going after orphans. Not her orphans. Three of them resided in this orphanage and she was not going to let those two mad men turn them into murderous lunatics. She permitted the authorities to take the orphans, but she wasn't going to lose them again.

Unfortunately, from the lack of guards standing outside the building, it seemed she had arrived too late. Ivy walked up the steps, taking off her long brown trench coat and draping it over the railing. She wasn't going to need it anymore. Instead her voluptuous physique was revealed, with several large leaves vining their way over certain body parts.

The moment she entered the through the door her skin had returned to its natural color of pale green. Now that she didn't have to worry about blending in with humans she could focus on the task at hand. Immediately she saw a goon of the Joker's laying unconscious with what looked like a broken arm.....She knew she was late but had she been THAT late. A hysterical, familiar, laugh from above told her otherwise.....but who did this to his henchman....

Poison Ivy moved down the hall and up the stairs, following the sound of the laughter. She wasn't worried about the gas that was in the stairwell, it didn't effect her. Her mind was set on one thing, retrieving her orphans.

She entered through the stairwell door on the floor where the laughing was the loudest. In front of her, through the fear gas, was a small, covered person wearing all black. A Joker goon lay on the ground near the creature. Well that answered that riddle. Great. Another bat-wannabee, she assumed. Her attention, however, was distracted by the larger cackling clown running at the little human.

She thought about interrupting him to demand her three orphans from being poisoned....but then what if Little-Bat took advantage of the distraction and attacked the Joker. As much as she would love to see it, especially as payback for every mark he ever left on Harley, she would rather have him on her side. She intended to walk in, take the children, and leave. Ivy was not eager to get her hands dirty breaking up a scuffle.

She looked through the gas and caught the figure of Scarecrow, but he was farther away and she would have to get through the Joker first. Poison Ivy did not want to waste time with interruptions via vigilante. Instead, an idea came to her.

While standing in front of the door, Ivy held out her hands in the direction of the Little Bat. From her wrists unwound four sturdy green vines. Like the tentacles of an octopus, they slithered to the ground and approached the interloper, intent on wrapping themselves around the girl's legs, then her body to detain her from moving. There, Ivy would be able to converse with the "Clown Prince of Crime." She saw what the cloaked figure did to Joker's goons and she was not going to end up like that, or else no one would be able to help her orphans.

[The Goth]

"Stop here."

The black limousine slowed down and stopped behind a taxi in front of the orphanage. A lady stepped out from the taxi, then went inside. But Hyde knew exactly who she was.

"Deadly nightshade, creeping fast, wonders if her prey will last, until the setting sun doth dawn, to be her willing lusting pawn...Howard, I'll be getting out here."

The driver nodded, eyes staring blankly, as Jack Hyde opened the door of the limousine and looked up at the orphanage, frowning. He could see, through a small crack in one of the upper windows, green gas floating about.

"So you're here too, clown. Here to harm children, I see..."

The blue rose on his lapel shivered gently, as Hyde put his fingers on it, took a deep breath and grinned. He climbed the stairs quickly, entering the front door, and made his way up to where the commotion was; unlike Miss Ivy, he ignored the Bat-wannabe and rushed up onto the top floor.

Like a shadow, he passed by her and the clown, ending his jaunt standing in front of Scarecrow.

"Stop it, Professor."

[Project 1]

A slow snare sounded from the black dressed creature, not feeling as amused by his words as he himself was. Besides some of it didn’t make sense, who was this Batsy? Apparently a hero in Gotham, though the guy gave the impression that he wasn’t anymore. It didn’t matter, as long as someone still fought these criminals, as she intended to do. As she was about to do, and as the girly painted guy also intended to do.

She stepped away from his attack, feeling a little off so she wobbled a little. But that wasn’t her biggest problem, because apparently that guy wasn’t the only one intending to attack her.
“I am not going to let you get out with the kids, and I am no hero, just a person less happy about you thinking you can get away with this! By the way if you are in doubt, you won’t get away! She growled”
As she turned to try and kick the guy in the back, she saw a green lady seemingly controlling the plants that was heading in Project Ones direction. So her attack was stopped as she jumped away, and then ran towards the wall at her side, jumping up on it, kicking herself to the other side, trying to step on the guys back with one foot, kicking him with the other, whether or not it succeed she would do a roll when she hit the floor again. If succeeding she would kick him in the side, continuing in a fluent movement. If not she would jump away from him, trying to get him from a better angle. Meanwhile she tried to avoid the plants.

[Raven]

Quiet...
It had been queit...
Someone had filled the quiet with terror...
Night terror disguised as a seemeble scarecrow and a clown.

She but one leg safely on the ground and then the other. She stood starring over the room tops for a second, before she lifted herself of the ground, into mid air and then set off towards the horror.

The city of Gotham was beneath her, displaying its darkside once again, dragging everyone down with it's cold rotten hands. You could probably call it Gothams charm. The only big city decaying so obviously from within. A giant magnet for bad guys to gather. How saddening in some way. Even more depressing was that the criminal's had apparently fallen so deep that they were now praying on kids. Implied by the building emitting the horror, she had stopped infront. She only hung there for a second before she continued forth ending up making her entrè form the open window.

Scarecrow
Some girl on the ground
What seemed to be the Joker
Another stranger fighting Joker
And a old man

She sat in the window, holding herself in an upright position with a hand on the frame. She considered her position and found it best to stay here.
"Praying on kids isn'tthat a little low even for you?" she asked in an monotonic voice, looking at the Scarecrow with a... Not so caring eyes.

A think mist of melancoleni and dreadfulness seemed to drag in with her, a depressing feeling almost able to make living thing wither with any happy mood. Then in changed to a feeling of nothing mattered, and it didn't look like anything did in her eyes. It all seemed to fit the black dressing, the black hair making her kin a pale white. She looked like something near death and spread the feeling.
"I think you should leave the children and get out of here, before authoreties get here, and remeber to take the Joker with you" her voice was still none changing and easily making her seem more miserable.

She did't give the impression of being any danger. Obviously she was still a teenager and a fragile looking one. Like a twig. Why would anyone take her serious!? A depressing teenage girl, threatning some of the known troublemakers in Gotham. She agreed with her thoughts but didn't let it botherher further.

[Poison Ivy]

The small girl in black avoided her vines and ran up the wall, focusing on the Joker. Poison Ivy decided she didn't have time for this. It seemed as if everyone was occupied with fighting each other. That was a distraction enough.

Ivy side-stepped past the Joker and the crime-fighter and walked down the hallway. She walked into one of the children's bedroom and looked around for one of her orphans. Through the fear gas she spotted Noah, in a panic.

She quickly moved to the scared boy and grabbed onto him. She had to move quickly so the boy wouldn't be frightened by a hallucination of her visage. Poor boy. Rage began to run through her xylems. The two criminals would pay for hurting her orphans. Not now, but soon.

She approached the boy, "Shhhhh Noah, it's okay." She kissed him on the forehead, altering the toxins on her lips to produce sleepiness in her victims. This would calm him down, though she did worry about inducing nightmares.

From her waist, attached to a vine belt, she pulled out a syringe filled with anti-fear venom. She had bottles of it from her hideouts, just in case. They weren't exact, since Dr. Crane would often alter his formula, but they were able to suppress the basics of the fear gas.

She pushed the syringe into Noah's arm, "There, there." Noah closed his eyes and his twitching decreased. It would do. She held out her right hand and the vine grew out and wrapped itself around the seven-year-old blonde child. Once wrapped comfortably, it lifted him in the air and held him close to Ivy's side.

"Now to find your sisters." She spoke to the sleeping boy. She exited the room and entered the hall, moving through it looking for the room with the girls.

[Scarecrow]

Scarecrow sat by the child still, as more and more people gathered around them in try of stopping them. Surprised by the amount of people showing up at this little orphanage just to save some pathetic children, this just seemed rather stupid. Ms. Isley had shown up, shortly followed by a strange old man in a suit who obviously knew who Scarecrow was and a very pale girl flying up under the ceeling telling Scarecrow that his plan was low!?

This didn’t go anywhere according to plan, all these people showing up wasn’t a part of the planning, but at least all the kids was too intoxicated to be able to be saved without Scarecrow’s antidote by now. He slowly raised himself up, turning all his attention away from the girl and stood face to face with the old man. Scarecrow thought of inducing the man with the drug but thinking that the entire building was already filled by now, the old man properly was somewhat immune. Scarecrow stared into the man’s red eyes and then started. ''and who might this fine Gentleman be?'' scarecrow looked at him with complete focus, he didn’t pay attention to anything around him, except he had some plans with the girl on the ground and he needed a talk with Poison Ivy, but all that could wait a little.

[The Joker]

The Joker laughed as he swung his cane at her, missing her by inches as she stepped away, she was a fast little thing, perhaps another kid trained by the bat? The gas affected her either way, which was always something! It didn’t really matter if she was trained by Batman or not though, since the Joker intended to beat her up and get on with his work either way, after all, Scarecrow seemed to be more than able to handle their other guest. It was a little strange though, that as soon as Batsy left, others were there to take his place, had he really prepared for the day that he was gone this thoroughly? Or was it all a coincidence perhaps?

Her angry, boasting words did little to impress the mad man as he tried to hit her with his cane again and again, failing each and every time. Instead, he merely chuckled, the twisted grin that was his trademark upon his face. At the same time as his opponent, The Joker saw Ivy stand in all her green and growing glory, sending her vines at the young kid. The Joker would back a little off as he allowed the green beauty to do her green-fingered thing. The Joker started to feel that this whole plan was falling apart rather quickly, the appearance of some strange gentleman and a teenage girl that Joker felt he had seen on TV at some point, perhaps, did nothing to lessen. Despite the teens demeanor the Joker had a feeling that she wasn’t as harmless as she seemed, the same counted for the old man. A forceful kick to the face then brought the Joker out of his thoughts, as it seemed Ivy had lost interest for the girl. As he was repeatedly attacked, the Joker headed backwards towards the elevator, he was too close to the grand finale to be caught now, much better to retreat since he had no idea how many that would gang up on him soon enough.

“Well well well! I think I better take my leave, this whole thing have seemingly gone down the drain… Thus I will bid you farewell my feisty young opponent.” The Joker said with a grin as he took several marble-sized balls and threw them before him as he backed towards the elevator. Him and his opponent was at least 20 feet away from anyone else, thus when the Joker gas was released from the small balls it was only his opponent that was in any danger. What Joker did not know was that Scarecrow’s fear gas that filled the whole hallway was diluting his own deadly gas, making its effect none lethal and only effective for a couple minutes at most.

None the less it should, unless his opponent was clever or amazingly bold, give The Jester prince of Crime enough time to enter the elevator and push the button for the ground floor, taking a couple of seconds before the door closed and send him to the ground where his escape vehicle awaited him. It was a shame that he couldn’t get the good doctor with him, but he had served his purpose, assisting him in kidnapping more than enough orphans for his master plan.