Post by The Joker on Jul 26, 2015 2:56:41 GMT
I sent a message out to Commissioner Jim Gordon when I sent those pathetic Sionis thugs down the creek. What? Didn't think that I'd know? Of course I knew. Sionis was scum. I wasn't entirely oblivious to everything while I was in "captivity" but while Gordon and his lap dogs would be busy with those thugs and trying to track me down-- which they wouldn't be able to do-- I was going to do everything in my power to take control of the streets of Gotham one more time. This was MY city to burn! It was MY city to do with it whatever I damn well pleased and all of a sudden with The Bat being gone for a little bit, everybody thought they had free reign of the city but that was only while I let them. But I was back on the streets, now, and it was time to take back what belonged to me. I sat in my warehouse with the television on and I caught the press conference. Apparently Bruce Wayne wasn't dead after all... and neither was the Bat. I knew deep down that The Bat couldn't live without me. He wouldn't kill himself and leave me all alone. We were destined to do this together. I was the yin to his yang. The heads to his tails. We were one and the same, yet nothing alike at all. We were magnets and metal, always attracting to one another. When Wayne said The Bat was still alive I smiled wide. This was a GLORIOUS DAY!
Joker: This just put me in a WONDERFUL mood! The bat lives and then we take back the streets of Gotham! To the roads! It's time to go pay Mister Gambol a visit! HAHAHEHEHHHOHHOHAHAHA!
There was a hoorah from the thugs as I stood from my "throne" if you will and slowly stepped down. All of my men, and myself, put on big brown trench coats and clown masks. This way nobody would actually know it was me. It was much how I introduced myself to Gotham and The Bat. It was like traveling down memory lane. Especially when going to see Gambol. He would have such a smile on his face when he saw me again. About five or six black SUVs pulled up and all of these men flooded out with their trench coats, clown masks and heavy automatic weapons over their shoulders. The doors were electronically triggered to open so one of the men shot it causing it to short and the doors opened. The men stormed in, and I followed in the middle of them. I carried the automatic around my shoulder and a heavy handgun at my side. I pulled it out as I entered the building. The receptionist quickly picked up the phone to dial 911 but that was when I pulled out my gun and shot her right in the chest, straight to the heart. She fell like a ton of bricks as I made my way to the elevator.
I pressed the button and as the doors opened I stepped in while the rest of the men took the elevator next to me and ran up the stairs. These men could move and they were up the stairs the through the door to the fifteenth floor where Gambol and his crew were at in no time. My men kicked in the door and they all stood up quickly. My men split like the red sea and I walked in, my gun over my shoulder. They all stared at me, and Gambol couldn't believe his eyes.
Joker: This just put me in a WONDERFUL mood! The bat lives and then we take back the streets of Gotham! To the roads! It's time to go pay Mister Gambol a visit! HAHAHEHEHHHOHHOHAHAHA!
There was a hoorah from the thugs as I stood from my "throne" if you will and slowly stepped down. All of my men, and myself, put on big brown trench coats and clown masks. This way nobody would actually know it was me. It was much how I introduced myself to Gotham and The Bat. It was like traveling down memory lane. Especially when going to see Gambol. He would have such a smile on his face when he saw me again. About five or six black SUVs pulled up and all of these men flooded out with their trench coats, clown masks and heavy automatic weapons over their shoulders. The doors were electronically triggered to open so one of the men shot it causing it to short and the doors opened. The men stormed in, and I followed in the middle of them. I carried the automatic around my shoulder and a heavy handgun at my side. I pulled it out as I entered the building. The receptionist quickly picked up the phone to dial 911 but that was when I pulled out my gun and shot her right in the chest, straight to the heart. She fell like a ton of bricks as I made my way to the elevator.
I pressed the button and as the doors opened I stepped in while the rest of the men took the elevator next to me and ran up the stairs. These men could move and they were up the stairs the through the door to the fifteenth floor where Gambol and his crew were at in no time. My men kicked in the door and they all stood up quickly. My men split like the red sea and I walked in, my gun over my shoulder. They all stared at me, and Gambol couldn't believe his eyes.
Gambol: WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?! GUN THEIR SORRY ASSES DOWN!
"Now now Mister Gambol, we wouldn't want anymore senseless violence, would we? I mean... just look at that happy.. SMILE!"
Gambol: You... it's you! It's the God Damned Joker!
I stood there in the middle of all of my men, I laughed and removed my mask and tossed the trench coat to the side. My green hair flowed down, it looked shaggy, nasty, like it hadn't been washed in months. Which... to be fair it really didn't.
Joker: Did ya miss me, Mister Gambol? Because I really like what you did with the place. It's so... cozy. Hahahahahahaha.
Gambol was freaked out. He never thought he'd see me again, even though his face was the constant reminder.
Joker: Now now Mister Gambol, there's no need to be so upset when you've got that beautiful SMILE on your face!
Gambol: You sick, sadistic mother fu--
Joker: Hush Mister Gambol, there's no need to such harsh language! We don't need any of that, now do we? I mean... your receptionist is going to need somebody to speak at her funeral! Believe it or not, Mister Gambol... there's a bigger picture in play here. A bigger picture that may allow you to keep your life until I need you again, and all you have to do is give me a little bit of information. See, Mister Gambol, while I was enjoying my time off of the streets of Gotham.. it didn't mean I was entirely oblivious to everything. See... I know that you work for a Mister Roman... Sionis now. And it is also my understanding that he believes he rules the streets of Gotham.
Gambol: You leave Mister Sionis' name out of this you son of a bitch!
A shot right to Gambol's leg and he fell, thriving in pain.
Joker: Now now, Mister Sionis, I told you about that language...
I took some steps closer to him and I kneeled down right in front of him as he looked at me, fear in his eye.
Joker: Now what I want from you, Mister Gambol, is that I want you to get this leg patched up, and then I want you to send a message to Mister Sionis. When you see Mister Sionis... I want you to tell him that The Joker is back and these are my streets. I want you to tell Mister Sionis that he will be seeing me very very sooon! And if I find out that you didn't give Mister Sionis the message, Mister Gambol, you'll be looking a whole lot like your receptionist.
I stood up and laughed as I walked by all of my men, and I said to them "Kill the men, but leave Gambol alive!" And the fireworks began. Gambol on the ground, his leg bleeding from the gun shot but all of his men around him couldn't even get a shot off. It was a massacre. So even if Gambol didn't relay the message, the sacrifice of his men would.
"Now now Mister Gambol, we wouldn't want anymore senseless violence, would we? I mean... just look at that happy.. SMILE!"
Gambol: You... it's you! It's the God Damned Joker!
I stood there in the middle of all of my men, I laughed and removed my mask and tossed the trench coat to the side. My green hair flowed down, it looked shaggy, nasty, like it hadn't been washed in months. Which... to be fair it really didn't.
Joker: Did ya miss me, Mister Gambol? Because I really like what you did with the place. It's so... cozy. Hahahahahahaha.
Gambol was freaked out. He never thought he'd see me again, even though his face was the constant reminder.
Joker: Now now Mister Gambol, there's no need to be so upset when you've got that beautiful SMILE on your face!
Gambol: You sick, sadistic mother fu--
Joker: Hush Mister Gambol, there's no need to such harsh language! We don't need any of that, now do we? I mean... your receptionist is going to need somebody to speak at her funeral! Believe it or not, Mister Gambol... there's a bigger picture in play here. A bigger picture that may allow you to keep your life until I need you again, and all you have to do is give me a little bit of information. See, Mister Gambol, while I was enjoying my time off of the streets of Gotham.. it didn't mean I was entirely oblivious to everything. See... I know that you work for a Mister Roman... Sionis now. And it is also my understanding that he believes he rules the streets of Gotham.
Gambol: You leave Mister Sionis' name out of this you son of a bitch!
>BANG!<
A shot right to Gambol's leg and he fell, thriving in pain.
Joker: Now now, Mister Sionis, I told you about that language...
I took some steps closer to him and I kneeled down right in front of him as he looked at me, fear in his eye.
Joker: Now what I want from you, Mister Gambol, is that I want you to get this leg patched up, and then I want you to send a message to Mister Sionis. When you see Mister Sionis... I want you to tell him that The Joker is back and these are my streets. I want you to tell Mister Sionis that he will be seeing me very very sooon! And if I find out that you didn't give Mister Sionis the message, Mister Gambol, you'll be looking a whole lot like your receptionist.
I stood up and laughed as I walked by all of my men, and I said to them "Kill the men, but leave Gambol alive!" And the fireworks began. Gambol on the ground, his leg bleeding from the gun shot but all of his men around him couldn't even get a shot off. It was a massacre. So even if Gambol didn't relay the message, the sacrifice of his men would.
