Out To Get Y O U [Iris! Possible Invite]
Apr 6, 2013 3:24:32 GMT -5
Post by Jack "The Joker" Napier on Apr 6, 2013 3:24:32 GMT -5
He was not particularly pleased, which annoyed him even further because right now the clown should have been enjoying the spoils of his day, of his perfect idea being brought to fruition. Unfortunately the wonderful woman in the star spangled stripper outfit just had to show up and start ruining the fun. Joker would have thought she would have been back in Metropolis, slapping Superman's nuts around or something, always someone trying to ruin the fun. And then the pretty little Black Canary, not the person from Gotham that he had been hoping for, but at the mention of the Asylum, he had to leave. Sure it was simple to slip out of his little vacation home, but he wasn't ready to go back in the first place. Not just yet.
So he had tossed himself into the van when SHIELD and the other interlopers finally managed to get the big green monster back under control. He was still quiet pleased with the devastation caused by that point though, after all, the Hulk had managed to bring down a helicopter. But the Hulk had also managed to smash a giant meaty green fist into the van he had commandeered, and so the thing wasn't exactly working at tip top condition anymore. Things were only made worse when the idiot henchmen got them all lost, and by the time they ended up in Upper New York the van was barely chugging along. In a fit of annoyance Joker grabbed the head of the man driving, pulled it back and started stabbing.
Stabbing, stabbing and stabbing a little more, laughing as he listened to sounds of the man's windpipe, wet and rattling around as gasped for air and clawed at the leather clad hand holding his head back. It was beautiful. What wasn't though, was that in his panic the man had driven them all off the road and into the woods, further and further until finally the front end had wrapped itself around a tree. The driver was done for to begin with, would have bled out in another moment but he was pretty much crushed from the impact, the other goon had gone flying through the windshield an oh, he was very dead as well.
Joker's only saving grace was that he had been plastered against the back of the seat to begin with, so aside from a knock to the head that had left him to bleed, and a possible case of whiplash, he was just dandy. Crawling out of the wreck Joker shook the shards of broken glass out of his stringy green hair, stood, dusted his purple coat off and shrugged it back into place. Stuck in the woods, that was the moment that the clown realized he didn't have the best sense of direction, and what was worse, he wasn't particularly fond of nature. Picking a direction, he started walking, getting more irritated as he went, he really hated nature.
It was just starting to get dark by the time he finally stumbled into what looked like a clearing at first, another glance and he found that it was a lawn to a giant fucking mansion. Looking around for any clue as to where the hell he was, he spotted the vibrant hair. Smoothing his greasy hair back in a mock attempt at looking clean, all he really did was leave a few streaks of red from the drying blood in it more then anything else, "Well, hellloooo there lovely, just ahhh.....what's a girl like you doin' out at a time like this? Strange, strange, strange things come out of the woods this time of night," Like him, for example.
So he had tossed himself into the van when SHIELD and the other interlopers finally managed to get the big green monster back under control. He was still quiet pleased with the devastation caused by that point though, after all, the Hulk had managed to bring down a helicopter. But the Hulk had also managed to smash a giant meaty green fist into the van he had commandeered, and so the thing wasn't exactly working at tip top condition anymore. Things were only made worse when the idiot henchmen got them all lost, and by the time they ended up in Upper New York the van was barely chugging along. In a fit of annoyance Joker grabbed the head of the man driving, pulled it back and started stabbing.
Stabbing, stabbing and stabbing a little more, laughing as he listened to sounds of the man's windpipe, wet and rattling around as gasped for air and clawed at the leather clad hand holding his head back. It was beautiful. What wasn't though, was that in his panic the man had driven them all off the road and into the woods, further and further until finally the front end had wrapped itself around a tree. The driver was done for to begin with, would have bled out in another moment but he was pretty much crushed from the impact, the other goon had gone flying through the windshield an oh, he was very dead as well.
Joker's only saving grace was that he had been plastered against the back of the seat to begin with, so aside from a knock to the head that had left him to bleed, and a possible case of whiplash, he was just dandy. Crawling out of the wreck Joker shook the shards of broken glass out of his stringy green hair, stood, dusted his purple coat off and shrugged it back into place. Stuck in the woods, that was the moment that the clown realized he didn't have the best sense of direction, and what was worse, he wasn't particularly fond of nature. Picking a direction, he started walking, getting more irritated as he went, he really hated nature.
It was just starting to get dark by the time he finally stumbled into what looked like a clearing at first, another glance and he found that it was a lawn to a giant fucking mansion. Looking around for any clue as to where the hell he was, he spotted the vibrant hair. Smoothing his greasy hair back in a mock attempt at looking clean, all he really did was leave a few streaks of red from the drying blood in it more then anything else, "Well, hellloooo there lovely, just ahhh.....what's a girl like you doin' out at a time like this? Strange, strange, strange things come out of the woods this time of night," Like him, for example.