Re: The Party Pooper + Everyone
"Oooo!" Joker cooed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Permission? Now that's a first for me." A trio of chortles burst forth, exposing the Mayor to that vicious, hyena grin belonging to the clown. "You would tack on something selfless to our little bargain. How boring." Even though his words expressed disappointment, his voice sounded delighted at this prospect. Never before had he been given permission. It made everything seem so new and wonderful. "Before you go and offer something so tempting Mister Mayor, you should know.." Joker leaned in close, his foul breath flooding the man's nostrils, "I tend to break the rules."
The slow and drawn out clap sounded from somewhere in the group of bystanders behind Mayor Garcia effectively drawing the attention of everyone including the party crasher. Joker's cruel and malevolent eyes zeroed in on the form of Bruce Wayne staggering his way forward. Whispers shot through the crowd like a jolt of electricity. It was easy to pick out phrases such as "..going to save us?.." and "..what a drunken buffoon.." It seemed that Joker wasn't the only one disappointed with Brucie's little disturbance. And here the clown had been about to leave with as little blood shed as possible.
"Well well well if it's isn't Bruce Wayne." Joker began with a tone that could kill all on it's very own. The clown's fingers flexed on the handle of his knives. His right hand tucked the blade away casually. "Well then I should feel honored that you like my little act, Brucie." His tongue ran swiftly over his cracked lips. Joker eased his way to the right with a slow and careful step. Then with no warning at all his left hand shot out as if he was attacking Bruce. Instead, he slammed the crook of his elbow into the Mayor's neck and tugged the official back toward Joker, turning the powerless figurehead into a human shield. He held the man in place with one arm while simultaneously pulling the shot gun from his coat. "Unfortunately, Brucie.." The Joker leveled the barrel of the gun with Wayne's chest, "I've got some business to discuss with Mayor Garcia." Joker gave three short whistles and gun fire emanated from the exits where his brainless henchmen had been stationed. And here Joker had been expecting this to be a dull night.