Re: The Party Pooper + Everyone
The mayor was not known for bravery or brawn, but he held his head up high with each step the Joker took until they were face to face. He swallowed back fear, even as the knife was pressed into his suit. "Then do what you will," he said, trying to contain the cracking of his voice. "But leave these people out of it."
Anthony Garcia was not ready to die. No matter how old he felt, how tired he was from the daunting task of running a city such as Gotham, there were still so many things he wanted to do, but what choice did he have? There was no chance for him to succeed in a fight, and any attempt to lash out could be met in another unnecessary murder. The Joker wanted him and here, alone in a sea of politicians and philanthropists, he would die.
A slow clap sounded from somewhere behind the mayor, but he was too petrified to look. It grew increasingly louder until, standing just behind him, Bruce Wayne's voice rang out.
"This is one hell of a show," the playboy drawled. "Look at you," he waved his index finger at the Joker. "Nice make-up. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were the real thing." Bruce knew he had to make his drunken stupor convincing, and so he swayed left, then right, and left once more as he spoke until he was standing straight. This may not have been his best plan, but at the moment, it was his only option. If there was something, anything he could do to prevent innocent blood from being spilled, then he would do it. Given the wide berth the crowds had made around the mayor, the majority of them were out of harm's way should an attack happen. That was one some consolation for a plan that could go horribly wrong in an instant.