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Post by Joker on Sept 29, 2013 11:10:39 GMT -5
It had been weeks since the last time Joker had walked the streets and reminded everyone he was around. Maybe he should have waited longer, but he couldn't stop himself. It was infectious. The news the next morning. The city in fear under it's Clown Prince of Crime. It gave him this feeling of absolute power. It may have been the absolute power that he had which gave him that feeling. Joker didn't know and didn't care much. He was in the Narrows. He was in his kingdom. He was stood on a fire escape with a handful of clowns, all armed for some reason. He hadn't told them to arm themselves. He wasn't expecting anyone else to come along, after all. His arm raised to his face, his thumb pressing the button on the radio in his hand.
"Let's go. Blow 'em up." He ordered the goons on the other end of the radio. Their answer came as an explosion opposite the group at the top of the fire escape. The buildings behind the ones that the group were looking at exploded, shattering the buildings in front of Joker and his clowns and blowing it towards them. The goons ducked behind the railings of the fire escape. Joker didn't bother. He was too busy laughing at the destruction. One of the clowns made to run from the group. Joker grabbed the gun from him, a semi-automatic from what Joker knew, and blew his head off. "No one runs." He growled, grinning as he looked at the flaming building - or what he could see of it - behind the half-torn down building in front of him.
A moment passed of Joker waiting for the next explosion. When there wasn't one, when no roar of fire burst through the night sky, Joker looked to two of the five remaining clowns from the six he had brought with him.
"Help them out." Joker said, each word pronounced precisely. The goons nodded silently and moved off. Ten minutes passed before the next building exploded, tearing the buildings around it apart as Joker laughed from his place of watching. The other three goons who were stood around him shifted slightly. One of them was giggling. It was Bam. He looked to the teenaged clown and chuckled before turning to the dead body. As he carved a smile into the corpse's lips, another building exploded. Three in a row. Each one had torn apart the buildings behind and in front of them. The first and last had ruined the two buildings either end of the line. At least eleven buildings had been effected.
The goons and their boss threw the corpse of the old goon, minus his mask and weapon, over the side of the fire escape before Joker grinned at the night air. He sent the other goons away, no longer needing them around nor wanting them around. He knew they'd collect the others that were alive. He hoped they would. Who knew? Maybe he'd need them one day. Not today, though. Not tonight. Not while building burned, flames reaching into the night sky, smoke curling up and meeting smog and pollution. Joker cackled into the almost silence, his grin crumpling his scarred cheeks as he laughed at the destruction he'd caused... |
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