I have a plan.
Times Square
Black Panther felt a chill run down his spine when he heard the presence of another being in Times Square. It belonged to a young woman who appeared to have metahuman powers, which included the ability to control plants. She was unusual, but she didn't appear to be on Joker's side, which was a help.
Black Panther approached the henchman who Joker had shot earlier, hoping that Thorn would keep Joker busy in the meantime while he assessed the man's injuries. He hoped that emergency services would arrive before the man's time ran out.
"Can you hear me?" he asked. "You're going to be alright. The police will arrive at any second."
"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg"
someone
Thorn, Times Square
"Wow, you can look ugly as fuck without make up," Thorn replied, rolling her eyes. She smiled back, a unhinged grin. "You know, they might laugh if you try to break out of the psycho clown mold. It's sooo overdone. You could try being a normal serial killer. She lent forward, her sleeve slipping off her shoulder to reveal a tattoo of a rose, with thorny vines wrapped around it. "It's more fun,~"
She laughed, and lent in a bit further, while vines wrapped around her arms and lifted her up from the van while electricity coursed through it. Because of this, not only was she unaffected by the elctricity, but Joker's swing missed her entirely, only hitting some vines. "And did you know that wood doesn't conduct electricity?" she replied, and started to laugh again, while Joker's driver would soon find his path covered by a wall of vines. "Don't run away now! It was just starting to get fun!"
[TOP SECRET]
Pier
SLASHCLANK!! went Angela's sword as it cleaved off the Dreadnought's left arm. It shook, sparkled a bit, and the arm went thud! on the ground. But then the robot righted itself and continued its attack as if nothing had happened (other than having one arm less.)
It opened its "mouth" and a stream of liquid freon poured out, instantly freezing Angela solid!
Bonk! it went when the Goblin's broom hit it. It didn't even dent it, tho. Its only reaction was to fire more spikes at its rider, though he proved a difficult target.
"Gee, Mister Keeper. Should we interfere?" Kid Eternity asked.
"No. We have a more important mission" the older spirit reminded him.
(Meanwhile, a shadowy figure bypassed them all, and got inside the warehouse).
Times Square
Suddenly, Thorn's vines went up in flames!
A blast of fire had come from the other side. Anyone who looked there could see a group of costumed people, with an obvious Circus theme. [1]
"Let's see how you like being choked" a woman in a green costume said. At her urge, a python suddenly wrapped itself around Thorn!
Then she turned around and faced The Joker: "Hey, Darling. You look like the kind of showman we could use. Want to join our little band?"
Lucha Libre goddess
Supergirl-piers-Kiss of an Angel
Supergirl took a deep breath with her closed eyes, as the power of the sun quickly recharged her to full power. “ I think I am ok.” She opened her eyes.” ...And I’m speaking with myself again.”
Kara was, however, able to notice the green goblin and his wicked laughter
“I've got a feeling that’s not a good guy,” she commented with a risen eyebrow.
But there was no time to worry about that! As she now noticed how Angela had been frozen solid.
Her eyes began to glow like torch red as they turned into a fiery red color. Suddenly, two beans of red energy came towards Angela, As supergirl attempted to melt the ice.
Edited by FallenLegend on Jul 3rd 2018 at 9:55:12 AM
Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
AKA Nixer
Times Square - With Panther
“The police...?” the injured man groaned woozily, before suddenly lunging forward and gripping Black Panther desperately.
“P-please, you gotta listen to me! That Joker guy, h-he's got mob connections! If you send him to prison, there'll be a power vacuum! All hell will break loose! There's gotta be... there's gotta be another way...” he trailed off, having grown weaker from his tirade and starting to lose his energy even to the point of being unable to sit up.
“H-He's insane. He don't seem it under all that clown getup after ya get to know him, he really seems... I dunno, right? But he has to be. Nobody's that... determined,” he muttered disorientedly, his eyes starting to turn glassy.
“He's... playing with us. He almost acts... nice sometimes, but then he just decides you ain't good enough and shoots ya in the gut... i-it's cruel, it's...” he paused, a pained grin creeping across his face that seemed eerily reminiscent to the one worn by his boss.
“It's actually kinda... funny.”
Times Square - With Joker
“Psycho killer? Oh, my silly little sweetheart, haven't you been paying attention? I'm an entertainer. Black comedy is all the rage nowadays,” tutted the Joker condescendingly, ducking down onto the roof of the van and gripping it tightly as Rocky panickedly swerved at the appearance of the vines, screeching to a halt. Watching them burn up, Joker leapt off of the van, unamused, before opening the front door and pulling his terrified goon out, gripping his collar and slamming him against the side of the van.
“P-please boss, d-d-d-”
“D-d-d-do? Oh why thank you Rocky, you're such an understanding feller,” Joker chuckled, patting him on the cheek perhaps a little too heavily before flicking his wrist, producing a single joker card. “Now… look, buddy, we rehearsed, and I will not tolerate indecisiveness. You coulda thrown me off back there!”
“B-boss... I-I'm sorry... I have a family, p-please don't...” he sobbed, Joker's face seeming to stretch into a frown as he pulled the goon into a tight hug by the neck, patting the back of his head and hushing him softly as he licked the card and slipped it between his teeth.
“I know... I know. And I'm sorry. But as I said to Cats back there, I have to know how to let people go. I can't afford this much clumsiness! You saw what happened on stage, right? Imagine if that happened at our upcoming world debut?! It'd be a disaster! So... just relax... and I promise you that you'll see your family soon enough...”
“Th-thank you boss...” the goon muttered, before freezing up in horror at the Joker's too-wide grin as he turned and began to stroll off towards the newly arriving Circus of Crime, cane clinking against the ground. Feeling a fizzling in his mouth, Rocky spat it out, barely managing to dive out of danger as the card exploded, violently detonating the van in the process.
Completely ignorant and uncaring of whether or not he had survived, Joker tipped his hat towards the woman as he approached the group, wearing a broad grin as he looked them over.
“Well look, the lost members of the Insane Clown Posse. Oh, it's like Father Christmas has given me an early gift! But don't tell me you came out all this way just to see me? Unless that last performance is already buzzing! So tell me...” he chuckled, his voice dropping into a growl as he slammed his cane against the ground in emphasis, leaning on it expectantly.
“What's your... real agenda here?”
bork
Pier
"Enough!" Angela shouted, flexing until she had busted out of the ice - but unaware that Supergirl had basically done all the work by melting it considerably for her beforehand. The Blades of Ichor morphed into the form of battleaxe of substantial weight, which she held tightly in a two-handed grip.Flying over towards the Dreadnought, she struck out with an axe strike at the robot's torso.
I have a plan.
Times Square
Black Panther listened to the Joker's injured goon intently. His eyes widened with surprise as the man spilled the truth. The clown had mob connections? Preposterous. He was insane, as the man said. There was no way he could possibly do any damage behind bars in Ryker's Island prison. And that's exactly where Panther hoped the Joker would end up. If only the police weren't fashionably late."Stay with me. You're going to be alright," the Panther said, consoling the Joker's wounded victim. In all honesty, the man's sudden grin sent another chill down his spine.
"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg"
Toa of Anarchy
The Green Goblin spent a few seconds bobbing and weaving through the air going "Woohoo, woohoo, woohoo, WOOHOO!" before a lucky volley of spikes caught his tunic and yanked him off his broomstick. He landed on the ground with a thump, before picking himself back up and shaking his head with a "wlblblblb!" Now, from his vantage point on the ground, he had a more stable locale to assess the situation. Namely, the warrior woman lunging at the robot...and the gaping hole where the robot's arm used to be.
"Oh, dearie dear. Looks like the poor thing's 'alfway 'armless. I suppose I should give him a hand, but I'd rather give him a pumpkin!" Reaching into his satchel, the Goblin bolted from his seat and sprang through the air like a pouncing cat. As Angela kept the android pinned down, the Goblin clung to its shoulder, as he produced a handheld plastic jack-o-lantern, rammed it forcibly into the dreadnought's arm socket and cranked the stem to six seconds. This done, he hopped off the dreadnought, whispered "Might want to cover your ears." to Angela, then fled the blast zone giggling under his breath.
Above the skies of Manhattan, a curious shape was puttering across the sky. Was it a bird? Not hardly. Was it a plane? It was not. It was, however, a mode of arial transportation, currently piloted by a man on a mission. Well, he wouldn't necessarily call himself a man, but his mission was plain. Not plane, but plain. For you see, while on the hunt for resources and abandoned foodstuffs, the Green Goblin had seen a news screen detailing a terrible attack on Pearl Harbour- no, not Pearl Harbour, it was a Harbour but not a Pearl, yes, right. At any rate, there was now an army of hydras and a cult of cobras fighting each other on the docks, only neither one looked remotely serpentine nor mythological in fact most of them seemed very human actually.
BUT WAIT! Yes...wasn't there a bunch of people who called themselves a hydra and another group that called themselves a cobra? Terrorists, they were, weren't they? Globally spanning organisations, gathering strength for decades, amassing grand amounts of biology, chemistry and technology! Yesss! A perfect resource for managing a recourse against the villain that took his world away. So off the goblin went, hopping on his broomstick and vrooming high into the air. He'd been vrooming along for some time now, his broomstick purring like a kitten, before finally far below he'd found the pier without peer. There were the soldiers, and a pair of oddly dressed young ladies, and by the look of things there was already a masterwork of tech on display, ripe for the harvesting!
In the distant skies, behind the Dreadnought, an unusual shape was gliding through the air. It paused for a moment in its arc, before turning downwards at an angle and plummeting full tilt towards the scene on the docks.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!"
That was the most warning the Dreadnought would have before the bulbous end of a metal broomstick bounced off its head with a resounding clang. The Goblin curved back up in the air and continued to cackle as he circled above the heads of present company.