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[It was just a mild dose, enough to make them giggly and jittery, at least for now. The longer they went unchecked the more violent they would become. The sheer number of them was worrying. They wouldn't be difficult to stop, but a crowd that large was hard to handle under the best conditions and these were hardly the best conditions. Any moment now they'd be released out of nearby buildings and into the streets of Times Square to wreak as much havoc as possible.]

[ooc: Can't remember if you guys said you wanted containment or to stop the poisoning, so if this is wrong let me know and I'll change it.]

[Goggles over his eyes as he stopped his patrol for a little rest, Houston was just looking down at the streets and letting his mind wander. The young man in the gold and black was unaware of what was about to happen but he had been thinking about the fact that the Joker was in the City though. That made the weirdness of the City that much more dangerous.]

I really need to get onto a team of something...

[He sighed before stretching quickly and preparing to head back to patrol.]

[ Spider-Man, also patrolling, has stopped for a breather on the Coca-Cola sign when something about the way the people below are moving catches his eye. There's more jostling than normal even for the packed crowds of oblivious tourists; more eddies in the flow of foot traffic than there should be. ]

Okay, so Madame Tussaud's is a bit of a rip-off, but there's no need to get cranky about it.

[ He hops closer to the street to investigate more closely. ]

[Bucky isn't on patrol-- he doesn't really patrol, or wear his costume at all, much since he lost the arm. But he liked going to Times Square to watch the lights, sometimes. That's where he was now, but he could tell something wasn't quite fine. Scout's instinct. He tried to separate himself from the crowd, to get a clearer picture, and to see if there was anyone around sharing the queasy feeling.]

[Joel pauses as he notices a man in red and blue hopping down towards the street.]

Wonder who that is...

[He speeds down to the bottom level of the fire escape he used to get onto the roof and leans over the railing to see if he can get a better look at the the other costumed man.]

[As the line went, the Joker loved the smell of napalm in the morning. Of course, you had to be rather careful when handling it, but the Joker was pretty good with chemicals.

The Joker planned to do this job himself, which was why he had his handpicked goon squad with him, the best of the best and the most nuts of the nuts. It was truly a delight to work with these guys and the smiles on their faces as they prepared the helicopters to spread the napalm was just a wonderful sight to see.]

[With this time crunch there’s not much point in lying low and waiting, so here’s Nightwing tossing out some batarangs, just to let you goons know what’s about to hit you.

Nothing better than being right on a hunch.]

[Helena had been more than eager to join Dick, wanting to do something, anything, to help take down the madman that was attacking the City. She knew first hand what it was like to lose someone to the machinations of the clown and she swore she would do everything she could to make sure no one else had to suffer like that.

Leaping into the group, she delivered a fast roundhouse to one of the goons heads and sent him flying back.]

I'll take the henchmen, you get the clown!

[As much as Helena wanted the Joker, she didn't trust herself to not kill him, and in a place like this that wasn't really an effective option.]

[He hadn't expected the handoff to be that easy at all, but maybe she knows herself in a fight better than he'd thought. He flashes her a quick smile before he dives right in. It's hard to avoid knocking a few heads, but just for that he'll try and save the cream of the crop for her.

The number of helicopters, the amount of people this could hurt if he's not fast enough. It's time to focus.]

Ohhhh, fellows, it looks like we have company!

[Reaching into his jacket, the Joker threw out several bouncy balls toward Nightwing, which began exploding after several seconds. It probably wouldn't stop him, but it might give the Joker enough time to get to one of the helicopters and to the napalm.]

[ooc: Go ahead and tag with Dick for a bit and I'll reply with the Joker.]

[ Knowing the Joker, there's a contingency plan. Neutralizing that napalm first edges him out in the list of priorities, so he's dodging those bouncy balls and lunging for the helicopter. Unless something drastic has changed since the last time they tangled he's still faster on his feet. ]

[The Joker skidded to a stop when he saw that Nightwing was going for the napalm. The woman that had come with him, Selina's daughter, was handling his men. That left only him to deal with the pesky former birdie. Normally he wasn't a stay and fight kind of guy, but he did have a soft spot for killing Robins.

Pulling out a gun, he began to fire shots at the helicopter, hoping to hit one of the napalm tanks that Nightwing was near.]

[Well, crap.

He tosses another batarang, aiming for the gun this time while he changes direction and lunges for the blades instead. If one tank goes up it's a good bet it will take them rest of them with it. And probably everyone else on the platform.]

[It used to be a place where dentures were made, which the Joker had fallen in love with once he had heard about it. How could he not love a hideout that had once made so many people smile?

But right now, it was very different. Guns, chemicals, explosives, and various toys were scattered all about the space. In the center was a large metal cylinder, 5 feet in diameter and ten feet high. Though you couldn't see it, inside was Christie or Krissy or Steve, one of those kinds of names, the Joker couldn't remember. A small digital clock was frozen on a countdown of 90 seconds and the Joker idly toyed with the remote. If Batman didn't show up soon, he was going to just press the button anyways. He wasn't sure what would be the first to kill Annie or Mannie or Jim or whoever was in there.

It might be the toxic gas that would be released, or maybe the giant saw that would descend from the ceiling, or possibly the piranhas that would fill the tank once the water started pouring in. The Joker's money would be on all the explosives that were wired to the bottom though, that would probably do the job.]

[Oh, he's here. He's been here a while. Odds on he could take the remote out with a well placed batarang, but he never takes undue risks with this particular maniac.

No, there were too many unknown variables. If that wound up pressed, he'd need to know the lay of the land. How to take down the cacophony of deathtraps the ugly way. How many people needed to be pulled out of the fray.

Eventually, a gravelly voices reverberates down from the rafters of the factory.]

I'm here, Joker.

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

[The Joker clapped his hands excitedly as the voice called out. He had been missing his nemesis so much, he was glad that the bat had decided to pay him a visit in person.]

How have you been, Batsy? I worry about you, you know. How's the family?

[He clings to the shadows, working his way closer.]

Your pranks are being foiled all across the City. Your thugs are all being put into incarceration, if they're lucky.

The game's over. I'm not here to exchange pleasantries.

But didn't we all have fun?! I certainly did. It seemed to be lacking a little something. More glitter, maybe? Oh dear, am I losing my touch?

[The Joker seemed to talking to an invisible audience, as much as he was Batman or himself at this point, although he was aware of the shadow drifting closer.]

Hmmmm, should I fight back this time? Go peacefully? Let's take it to a vote. All for resisting, say... BOOM!

[With that, he pulled out a gun from his jacket, a large boxing glove attached to the end of it. When he fired, the glove scissored out and stopped after 3 feet, hanging limply in the air and nowhere near Batman.]

Well poop.

[He stares flatly from his perch, watching the glove sail into mid-air. He takes his cue and drops down to the Joker's level, separating them by only a few feet more.]

I'm here. I played along. Let those people go.

But I want to play some more! What do you say, how about bowling?

Try darts.

[An arm whips from the folds of his cape, aiming for a disarming shot with a batarang. He comes racing fists first after it.]

[The Batarang struck true and sent the gun flying, but the Joker was already moving as well, dodging to the side and sticking a foot out, which instantly balloon two triple its size.]

[The Joker always was a little too fast. Batman fails to avoid the colossal shoe as it catapults him from his feet, but the training kicks in and he hits the floor with a roll.

Pouncing back onto his feet, he swings an arm around to level a solid right hook at the deranged clown.]

Woooohahaha! Watch your step there, Bats- OOF!

[The blow connected with his jaw and there was a mild cracking sound. Not broken but it certainly didn't tickle. Stumbling back, tripping over his own giant shoe, he crashed back against the ground.]

[Years of doing this dance has conditioned him to seize every opening he gets. When the Joker goes down he's right behind.

Nothing flashy; this isn't about making a point or even about getting the job done anymore. It's pure catharsis for a man who has fought through swathes of thugs and contract killers and exploding buildings and panicked civilians for three days to get here. It's one punch after another.]

[The Joker loved it when he was like this. Oh sure, he it didn't exactly tickle, but the Joker didn't quite feel pain like other people. It was there, it wasn't pleasant, but it was different. And with punches like this, he knew he had gotten to Batman.

It was difficult to manage a laugh through the beating at the blood, but he choked out a semblance of one. Especially when a sound came from the cylinder in the middle of the room. A loud beep followed by talking.]

Ridiculously over the top death trap activating in 60, 59, 58...

[He almost doesn't hear it over the sound of the Joker's face breaking, but when he does his blood turns to ice.]

What have you done?

[The Joker chuckled, spitting out a mouthful of blood and wiping his mouth clean.]

Now come on, I thought you were the world's, heh, greatest detective.

[Batman is ready to break a few more bones for his trouble, but he knows that won't divine any answers for him. The Joker wasn't receptive to the violence. That was just a way to ensure he wouldn't be out of incarceration too soon.

No, this was the classic Catch-22. The Joker or the people in that death trap.

With a positively animal growl of resignation he fires his grapple gun into the rafters above the trap. From there, he begins to look for a way to disarm it or at least free the people inside.]

[The Joker gave another coughing laugh as he pushed himself up off of the ground. He figured that Batman would be able to save whoever it was inside, but that would give him enough time to get away.]

Adios, Batsy~! Until we meet again!

[Laughing again, the Joker started to run away. Thankfully all the damage was done to his face and his legs worked just fine!]

[ooc: And now is when Kasumi is going to tag in!]

[It had taken Kasumi much longer than she was ever going to admit to track the joker down. Finding people wasn't her 'specialty' exactly, but it was something she was very good at, and the fact that some lunatic in terrible face paint could be this difficult to find was infuriating.]

[She'd originally planned to just punch him and then turn him over to the law enforcement here, if no one else had managed it first, and yet now...well, punching probably wasn't going to be satisfying enough. Maybe she'd kneecap him... She had her gun out, but her cloak up as she slipped into the Joker's lair, just in time to see a man in a cape...letting him go? And what the hell was that thing full of...people.]

You've got to be kidding me.

[She trained her gun on the rapidly retreating Joker, but he vanished through a door before she could get a shot off and she hissed in irritation. She wanted to chase him, but...she couldn't just leave these people in the...what the hell was it? Her attention turned to the man in the rafters, glowing eyes narrowed. She shouted up to him.]

Can you get to them?

[His head whips around, from the newcomer to the trap's timer and back to her. He can still hear the Joker's manic giggling. The bastard was still in earshot.

There would be time for introductions later.]

Can you?

[Kasumi wasn't honestly sure if she could, but she would've given herself better odds than the weirdo on the rafters. She was already analyzing ways to disarm bits and pieces of it as she walked towards it.]

I think so.

[It's a gamble. It's a huge gamble, but this was a war of conscience that he couldn't win and he'd promised himself that he wouldn't let the Joker escape a second time.]

Know so.

[Batman unclips his utility belt and drops it down to her before barrelling after the Joker.]

[The Joker was howling with laughter still as he ran out of the warehouse. Ahhh, it always paid to have some sort of death trap in place to ensure you escape!]

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