Post by The Joker on Jul 28, 2015 4:48:52 GMT
The night was never calm in Gotham City. There was always something going on, somewhere because somebody always thought that they could get away with stuff because Batman wasn't around. They figured The Arrow is dead after being stabbed in prison, The Atom hasn't been seen lately, and even if he was, they were all the way in Starling City. There's The Flash and Firestorm but they're over in Central City. Not like they had a radar on Gotham or anything -- well so the criminals thought. Hell, even if The Bat was still alive (according to Wayne that is) it didn't matter. It didn't matter to them because they figured Wayne was just full of it. The Docks were theirs to rule. It was a simple but effective strategy because with the docks, they could control who and what comes in and out of Gotham. They could rule this City without having to lift a finger. Now, of course somebody like Falcone or Sionis may have something to say about it but that really really didn't matter to the man in the makeup that they called The Joker.
I've made a couple of small time robberies just to instill the element of fear that I may still be out there, my men painted a face on the side of the Gazette... simple times. Then I killed a couple of traitors in my midst, trying to feed information elsewhere, likely to Sionis, and I sent their bodies up a creek with my calling card. I had to let people know I was still around. Gotham was 'peaceful' for too long. Then there was of course the visit that I made to Gambol who just had the biggest smile when he saw me, it was enjoyable. But I had to get rid of his men, they smelled, and bad smells annoyed me and I kill things that annoy me. I gave him a simple job-- let Sionis know that I'm coming. Well... now it was time to send another message. The Docks. He surely had some sort of control over there but even if he didn't... so what? The message would be clear. His head was going to be mine. Gotham was mine to burn.
At least 10 men were on the docks. They were loading drugs into freight containers to be sent off of Miagani Island, likely to be picked up at a middle point and taken to Metropolis, or some major metropolitan area. It's not like Superman was any kind of a threat. The people viewed him as a God but we all know that God's don't exist. There was no need to keep our presence a secret.
Joker: "Excuse me, fine young gentlemen!"
Their reaction was stunned, and they all aimed their AKs at me and my men who slowly stepped out of the shadows, one step at a time with our arms up.
Joker: "Now, now, is there a need for such.. violence?! We're just here to talk. Do you boys think you can handle a civil conversation?"
The men put their guns down at the order of one man who stood up front. He was the leader, he was the man that needed to die first.
Thug: "What do you wan't, clown? We've got no business with you."
Joker: "But on the other hand... I have business with you. See... what you're doing here? That's fine. You do whatever it is that you're doing but what you don't do, is do whatever it is that you're doing... without running it by me first. These docks are mine you see? GOTHAM is MINE!"
Thug: Whatever, clown. You can go ahead and take your dwarfs and head back to fairy tale land before we make you.
Joker: "Oh my... I guess I had better do what you say. I mean.. I don't want to get hurt or anything. HAHAHAHAHA."
Thug: Enough jokes, clown. Scram or you'll end up in a body bag sooner than later.
Joker: "So much violence. But let me ask you this..."
I licked my lips and began making slow advances, little steps towards the thug.
Thug: BACK OFF CLOWN! MEN, GUNS READY!
You could hear their guns being lifted, loaded and aimed and I just laughed. These attempts to scare me were so pathetic. Little did they know that I carried very well trained gunmen at my side. Of course they were always still expendable but so far they haven't made me mad.
Joker: What you're doing here didn't have my permission so I'm going to ask you real nicely to cease and deist before things have to turn ugly.
Thug: What the hell are you gonna do, Clown?! Get back! I said get back! Stay away from me you freak!
I just kept moving forward, ever so gradual. I knew he wouldn't shoot. All of these men were inexperienced. They were just common street thugs hire off of the street. The thug aimed his gun at me again but before he could do anything, his face was taken in shock. I had stabbed him right in the gun. The fool had no armor on and now he was paying the price. I took the knife from his gut where he was sure to bleed out in just a few minutes as the wound I gave him was pretty deep. I then took the blade, all while his men watched in shock and awe at what was happening and I put the blade that I just stabbed him with, just a knife, and I put it in his mouth right on the cheek.
Joker: Do you know how I got these scars, dear boy?
In fear and cold sweat, he shook his head side to side.
Joker: It's quite a fascinating story, really. See... my dad didn't like me very much growing up. He liked to hit me when he got drunk. He got drunk a lot. He used to hit dead old mother, too, and one day I said to myself that I had enough. I had enough so I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and I tried to stab him but he stopped me, overpowered me and took the knife away. Do you know what that was like? HUH?! DO YOU?! HAHAHA of course you don't! See... he took that knife and he stuck it in my mouth.. just like this one is stuck in yours. It was then I realized that power was everything! He didn't have to be bigger than me because he was able to use fear as his motivator. See, he stuck the knife in my mouth.. just like I've done to you because I cried a lot. He'd tell me to stop an then hit me. I grew up to understand it, boy, but when he had that knife in my mouth he just asked me one question... Why so sseeeerriiioouuuss? Let me put a smile on that face! He laughed... and then he CUT ME!
Just as I emphasized those two words, I cut the thug from his mouth to practically his ear. He fell over, dead almost instantly from shock an blood loss.
Joker: NOW that I have your undivided attention I would like to make one thing perfectly clear. These are MY docks! This is MY city! And what I SAY goes? Understand?
The thugs all nodded their heads in agreement.
Joker: Greaat. Now before I let you carry on your merry way I need just one bit of information from you. And the longer it takes for you to give it to me.. the more of your men will die.
A couple of shots were made at the same time an a few thugs fell over dead, shot right in the chest. My men didn't mess around.
Joker: Now, unless you'd like to end up like your friends, please be so kind as to tell me who you're working for. You have five seconds until more of you die.
Thug 2: COBBLEPOT! WE WORK FOR COBBLEPOT! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!
Joker: Cobblepot, eh? Why thank you! However your services are no longer needed. Finish 'em, boys! HAHAHHEHEHHHHOHHAHA!
That deep and sadistic laughter of mine, it was sickening to others. The gun fire went off in a blaze, killing every one of the thugs without mercy. I threw down a card, and my men planted some wind up Joker Teeth, and the other men throw mini explosives into the crates which with a few seconds time blew up, also destroying the drugs. I didn't care about the drugs. It was about sending a message. Gambol would let Sionis know, even if he had to limp there. Cobblepot didn't deserve the same luxury. Cobblepot always rubbed me the wrong way. With a blaze behind us, many dead men and a few Jokers, we walked away. The message was sent, the battle lines were being drawn. I ruled this city and NOBODY else.
I've made a couple of small time robberies just to instill the element of fear that I may still be out there, my men painted a face on the side of the Gazette... simple times. Then I killed a couple of traitors in my midst, trying to feed information elsewhere, likely to Sionis, and I sent their bodies up a creek with my calling card. I had to let people know I was still around. Gotham was 'peaceful' for too long. Then there was of course the visit that I made to Gambol who just had the biggest smile when he saw me, it was enjoyable. But I had to get rid of his men, they smelled, and bad smells annoyed me and I kill things that annoy me. I gave him a simple job-- let Sionis know that I'm coming. Well... now it was time to send another message. The Docks. He surely had some sort of control over there but even if he didn't... so what? The message would be clear. His head was going to be mine. Gotham was mine to burn.
At least 10 men were on the docks. They were loading drugs into freight containers to be sent off of Miagani Island, likely to be picked up at a middle point and taken to Metropolis, or some major metropolitan area. It's not like Superman was any kind of a threat. The people viewed him as a God but we all know that God's don't exist. There was no need to keep our presence a secret.
Joker: "Excuse me, fine young gentlemen!"
Their reaction was stunned, and they all aimed their AKs at me and my men who slowly stepped out of the shadows, one step at a time with our arms up.
Joker: "Now, now, is there a need for such.. violence?! We're just here to talk. Do you boys think you can handle a civil conversation?"
The men put their guns down at the order of one man who stood up front. He was the leader, he was the man that needed to die first.
Thug: "What do you wan't, clown? We've got no business with you."
Joker: "But on the other hand... I have business with you. See... what you're doing here? That's fine. You do whatever it is that you're doing but what you don't do, is do whatever it is that you're doing... without running it by me first. These docks are mine you see? GOTHAM is MINE!"
Thug: Whatever, clown. You can go ahead and take your dwarfs and head back to fairy tale land before we make you.
Joker: "Oh my... I guess I had better do what you say. I mean.. I don't want to get hurt or anything. HAHAHAHAHA."
Thug: Enough jokes, clown. Scram or you'll end up in a body bag sooner than later.
Joker: "So much violence. But let me ask you this..."
I licked my lips and began making slow advances, little steps towards the thug.
Thug: BACK OFF CLOWN! MEN, GUNS READY!
You could hear their guns being lifted, loaded and aimed and I just laughed. These attempts to scare me were so pathetic. Little did they know that I carried very well trained gunmen at my side. Of course they were always still expendable but so far they haven't made me mad.
Joker: What you're doing here didn't have my permission so I'm going to ask you real nicely to cease and deist before things have to turn ugly.
Thug: What the hell are you gonna do, Clown?! Get back! I said get back! Stay away from me you freak!
I just kept moving forward, ever so gradual. I knew he wouldn't shoot. All of these men were inexperienced. They were just common street thugs hire off of the street. The thug aimed his gun at me again but before he could do anything, his face was taken in shock. I had stabbed him right in the gun. The fool had no armor on and now he was paying the price. I took the knife from his gut where he was sure to bleed out in just a few minutes as the wound I gave him was pretty deep. I then took the blade, all while his men watched in shock and awe at what was happening and I put the blade that I just stabbed him with, just a knife, and I put it in his mouth right on the cheek.
Joker: Do you know how I got these scars, dear boy?
In fear and cold sweat, he shook his head side to side.
Joker: It's quite a fascinating story, really. See... my dad didn't like me very much growing up. He liked to hit me when he got drunk. He got drunk a lot. He used to hit dead old mother, too, and one day I said to myself that I had enough. I had enough so I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and I tried to stab him but he stopped me, overpowered me and took the knife away. Do you know what that was like? HUH?! DO YOU?! HAHAHA of course you don't! See... he took that knife and he stuck it in my mouth.. just like this one is stuck in yours. It was then I realized that power was everything! He didn't have to be bigger than me because he was able to use fear as his motivator. See, he stuck the knife in my mouth.. just like I've done to you because I cried a lot. He'd tell me to stop an then hit me. I grew up to understand it, boy, but when he had that knife in my mouth he just asked me one question... Why so sseeeerriiioouuuss? Let me put a smile on that face! He laughed... and then he CUT ME!
Just as I emphasized those two words, I cut the thug from his mouth to practically his ear. He fell over, dead almost instantly from shock an blood loss.
Joker: NOW that I have your undivided attention I would like to make one thing perfectly clear. These are MY docks! This is MY city! And what I SAY goes? Understand?
The thugs all nodded their heads in agreement.
Joker: Greaat. Now before I let you carry on your merry way I need just one bit of information from you. And the longer it takes for you to give it to me.. the more of your men will die.
>BANG!<
A couple of shots were made at the same time an a few thugs fell over dead, shot right in the chest. My men didn't mess around.
Joker: Now, unless you'd like to end up like your friends, please be so kind as to tell me who you're working for. You have five seconds until more of you die.
Thug 2: COBBLEPOT! WE WORK FOR COBBLEPOT! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!
Joker: Cobblepot, eh? Why thank you! However your services are no longer needed. Finish 'em, boys! HAHAHHEHEHHHHOHHAHA!
That deep and sadistic laughter of mine, it was sickening to others. The gun fire went off in a blaze, killing every one of the thugs without mercy. I threw down a card, and my men planted some wind up Joker Teeth, and the other men throw mini explosives into the crates which with a few seconds time blew up, also destroying the drugs. I didn't care about the drugs. It was about sending a message. Gambol would let Sionis know, even if he had to limp there. Cobblepot didn't deserve the same luxury. Cobblepot always rubbed me the wrong way. With a blaze behind us, many dead men and a few Jokers, we walked away. The message was sent, the battle lines were being drawn. I ruled this city and NOBODY else.
