Justice Avengers: Dawn over New York

There was a sharp digital 'blip' sound cutting over the line.

"Ororo Munroe?"

"Other than the movie we were plannin', no," Rogue shrugged her shoulders, as she sat down and began with her omelet. "I think it's Friday, so I don't have to visit the Institute until tommorrow."

Rogue frowned a bit, playing with her omelet. "We'll have to figure out where Langstrom is bein' kept, though."

Obviously, the events of last night still weighed heavily on her mind.

edited 10th Aug '12 1:38:59 PM by GameGuruGG

Ororo jolted slightly. She thought this was an answering machine!

"...Yes..." she said cautiously.

"...wait, sorry, is this JARVIS?" the teen added as an afterthought.

It didn't take long for Deadpool to get to Stark Tower, and someone it took even less for him to start making a mess of things. He appeared from one of the rooms, wearing a very nice suit, and sipping a glass of wine.

"Strictly detective work, of course."

It would probably be a good idea for you to examine the area a bit more for clues.

"I already tried that! I didn't have jack.."

Bane looked round to see one of the newest recruits standing by the door way, his eyes slightly narrowed at the strange technology- he had been told it was something called Blizzard Porjectile something or other.

Getting up and placing himself between the captured Ironman and this strange looking recruit Bane towered over the man and looked at him with a cold questioning look.

And who might you be?

behind Blizzard, Bane's minions clustered, all trying to see the unfolding situation without appearing too suspicious.

"Yes, this is JARVIS, Ms Munroe. I was wondering if you'd be available to provide assistance to Sir today. As soon as humanly possible."

"Greg Shapanka, at your service," said the arrival. "I'm part of an association with some relevance to Stark tech. That particular weaponry we have been recently and reliably informed to keep an eye out for. Would you be willing to hear me out, if I said I have no wish to impede you, or your employees?"

Ororo's eyes widened.

"What happened? He got cut off last night—I guess he's not exactly okay, is he, if you're asking—yes, I'll help."

Her voice was somewhat panicked, and her words were about as jumbled as she felt. She knew something had happened...

"Please remain calm, but we don't know what's happened to Sir. You were the last person to speak to him, and my link to him was disabled not long afterwards. Probability is high that he's still in the city, or at least on the outskirts of the Bronx. It's possible Sir is in no real danger, but after yesterday's near-fiasco, we can't afford to take chances."

Ororo closed her eyes for a second, thinking. Her voice was calmer when she spoke again

"...okay, got it. That makes sense. So you just want me to go looking around?" she asked.

"Do we have his last known location...?"

"My records deteriorate after Morningside Heights."

The white-haired teen nodded.

"...okay. How exactly did they cut your connection?" she asked, curious, even as she started to move towards a computer to bring up a map.

"Are you connected through an earpiece, or his cell phone, or is this related to the "thermals" comment that he refused to elaborate on...?"

Once the Friends of Humanity members entered the room, the chair located in the middle of the table spun around to reveal a Joker applying red lipstick to his lips, and looking at himself in a mirror. Once the members approach him, he throws it away and covers his chest. "Oh my! Can't a mad clown get some privacy in these days?"

He started laughing, and climbed on top of the table, leaning towards Creed. "That's right, funny boy! A plot twist! The billionaire that just showed out of nowhere was actually the one, the only, the fabulous, Jokeeeeeeeeer!"

Spinning his arms around, he began to whistle a tune as a few of his mooks stepped out of makeshift cover (like other tables and pillars), some of them armed, and some of them not. The Joker jumped back to his chair, and spun it around, giggling like a little kid. "Sit down, fellas! Me and you folks, we have to talk."

"The connection was through a form of headset, and may have been severed when said head met with the ground."

The Friends of Humanity were startled by the sharp turn into farce this day had taken. Some didn't know what to make of it, others readied their guns.

Creed turned to them. "Sit!" he barked. "I want to hear the clown's proposition." Him and his colleagues sat around the table.

The disheveled doctor, Achilles Milo, recoiled into his chair in pure terror, and faced Creed, his eyes darting around the room in panic.

"H-He's supposed to be HIM? Oh God... What were you thinking, Creed!? H-He'll kill us all!"

Creed's head jerked to face Dr Milo. "If you go on playing the filthy coward, I'll spare him the trouble! Got it, Doctor Milo?"

Ororo made an affirmative noise, noting that JARVIS had failed to mention anything about thermals.

"Okay then. Anything else I should know?" she asked, pulling up a map on the computer.

How far is the Academy from Morningside Heights?

He shrunk into his seat, frowning and clasping his hands awkwardly.

"Understood."

edited 10th Aug '12 3:15:04 PM by TailsDoll

"Yes, listen to the big man in the suit, and sit down." the Joker said, still giggling like a little boy as he spun and spun around in his chair. Once he stopped it, there was no sign of dizziness, and a smirk appeared on his face.

"You know, today, I picked up the newspaper, and saw that another politician had joined the mutant cause. And maybe he's right! Maybe we should all support the mutant cause!" the Joker said, standing up. "I mean, that's the politically correct thing to do, and we don't want to seem politically incorrect in this corrupt world of ours, do we?"

"But deep down inside, everyone knows that if mutants do get the rights they want, things will change forever!" he yelled, placing his hands on Milo's shoulder and shaking him. "At first, everything will seem normal. Hugs and kisses everywhere. But then, a mutant takes your job because he can do it faster. And then, a mutant robs you as you're exiting the supermarket. A mutant gets your house because you can't pay the rent! Don't you see the problem here? We're being fair to them, but not to us!"

"I mean, how long is it going to take until corporations become all-mutant, and, oh dear, anti-human? Why hire a stupid human when a mutant can do the job twenty times faster, just because he has a different gene? It's the more efficient way to go! Better workers, better people, isn't that right? Ah, but not only do you have loads and loads of people without jobs, houses or money, not being able to feed their own children, but you also have a huge increase in crime!"

"Think about it! Mutant thugs, mutant robbers! They can do the job better! Mob bosses will be swimming in money, replacing all their stupid little thugs with mutants. And soon, the entire society is in collapse!" the Joker then jumped on the table and put a hand up to his ear. "Oh, but what's that? You want to tell me the mutant superheroes will save the day? Well, yeah, you can say that. But everyone knows that's not going to happen. Why, for example, a superhero can become a supervillain faster than you can say "Elmer Fudd"! And look at me! I'm still standing around. Can you say those masked freaks have been doing a good job? Don't you see what's going to happen in five years if we let those mutants have their rights?"

"Let me tell you what's going to happen. You'll be on the street, jobless, taking care of your crying children that can't eat because you don't have any money, and that can't study because schools are filled with little mutant children. And then, to top it all off, a mutant thug approaches you and tells you to hand over your suit, or it'll melt you with his laser eyes. But just before you say your final goodbye, a mutant superhero shows up and saves the day!... but you're still completely destroyed. He gets a medal of honor while you, the true backbone of American society, has to beg for food."

The Joker stood up in the table, turning around to face every single board member in the eye. "Don't you see what's happening, my friends? We're in a terrible situation! These... mutants... will spread like little rabbits, eating your carrots and taking your trees, until all that's left are the big rabbits and their little children. Until you lose your place in society. Until you..." he turned to Milo. "... become the mutant."

At this point, he fell back on his chair, laughing like the mad man he was. "And that's the sad, but still a little bit funny, truth. And I want to fix that. I want to offer all of you my mystifying- and pretty funny- skills. All you have to do is follow my orders, and together, we'll crush those mutants like the true bugs they are. If you follow me, my little human friends, by the end of the year, you will all be smiling as the newspapers say "MUTANT GHETTO BECOMES SMALLER AS MUTANT POPULATION DECLINES BY THE MINUTE!"

He clasped his hands together, and grinned once again. "So who's with me?"

edited 10th Aug '12 4:13:23 PM by Stratofarius

After taping the show for the next day jack checked his phone and saw that Rocket had called him and called back. "Hello?"

Milo's eyes were wide open with terror. Every single time the Joker touched or even looked at him, he feared the clown would cut a smile in his face with a hidden knife, or do some other horrifying execution. For a couple of long, unbearable seconds, he was too afraid to speak, but eventually, he got a hold of himself, and mustered the courage to speak. "Well, I'm with you, Joker. I suppose. If there's anybody who knows what a plan is, it ought to be you," he said, glowering at Gordon Creed and his finely dressed cronies.

"But that just raises the question. Why are you concerned with this whole mutant ordeal? You certainly weren't having any problems in Gotham... Say, wouldn't you consider yourself to be a mutant, anyways?"

"Hey Ryder," Rocket said to Jack. "Jus' wondering, when is that show you need me to do security for? Got a little free time right now with trying to capture Leland Owsley, aka the Owl."

"Won't be for about a week," Ryder replied. "Although I'd like it if maybe you could pop in, review our security procedures, make some suggestions. Crowd control might be involved. Basically, assuming the right people respond, leaders of both mutants and anti-mutant groups will be appearing in back to back episodes. Also it might prove to Sam, my producer, that I didn't make you up."

"Yeah okay, I can give the place a good once over," Rocket said. "Tell me your address, and I'll be right over."

Jack relayed the address and in fact old him where Sam's office window was and suggested he fly by and wave.

Half of Joker's goons gasped and the other half chuckled after Milo made his comment. The clown's expression didn't change. He simply reached for his pocket and pulled out a small steel fork. "The true reason for my... complaints... are quite simple. I just don't like to be associated in the wrong cord. You see..."

He charged towards Milo, grabbing him by the hair, and with a grin, he proceeded to stab his eye with the fork. "They're not that sharp, those mutants! Associating myself with them would be like..." he trailed off, removing the fork from Milo's eye. He stared at it for a second before he proceeded to stab Milo's gut with it multiple times. "... like stabbing myself in the eye! It's just that we don't really connect, you know?"

With a chuckle, he reached for his other pocket, and pulled out a taser, which he soon activated. "In fact, I'm really, really offended by your accusation! And I'm sure you're just shocked to see my reaction." And with that, he proceeded to press the taser against Milo's neck, sending multiple shock waves through his body, all while laughing like the mad clown he was.