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Tweak says, "Dumbledore's Army"

The Joker (dogchasingcars) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-08-03 22:36:00

Entry tags:

belladonna rogan, carrie kelley, dick grayson, remy lebeau, the joker

Who: The Joker and Remy
What: Sacrificial lamb collection day.
When: Monday at one
Where: A busy street in New York

The snipers did their job and they did it well.

God knew how they saw through those rubber masks, but their aim was true. Two bullets went through the head and chest of a man driving down a busy street in downtown New York. His car careened into another, slamming the second vehicle into a light post. Other cars began swerving to avoid the crash, and people ran screaming out of the way as cars went up onto sidewalks and flew through crosswalks.

It was at this moment that the men on the ground executed their part in this whole beautifully orchestrated catastrophe. Two of them grabbed Remy from behind and dragged him through a short alley to the other side of the block. Then he was tossed into the back of a delivery van that read 'JOHNNY'S BEST CAJUN CONFECTIONS' on the side in faded red letters. The door shut and the van drove off, away from the crash area and deep into the city.

The Joker peeked over his shoulder from where he was sitting in the driver's seat. "Hi there!" he cheerfully called back as the tires squealed and the van careened around a corner at several times the speed limit. "I hope you like the van. I thought it might make you feel a little more at home."

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gothamboy
2008-08-08 07:59 pm UTC (link)

"Get the door," Nightwing hissed to Robin before taking a knife to the chest.

Whether through skill or circumstance, the Joker's knife hit Nightwing in a seam on his costume. Nightwing rolled away, feeling the sharp pain of the cut (deep enough to bleed, not deep enough to bleed much), but still too heady with adrenaline to really register as it should have. "You're not toying with me?" Nightwing asked, a dark grin on his face. He flipped backwards, taking what Carrie called "the Nightwing pose" by crouching on a box.

"You think the most important thing we're doing is walking away with you? Here's a joke for you. What do you call three bats who get lost in a clown's house?"

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girlwonder
2008-08-08 11:38 pm UTC (link)

They'd given Remy and his rescuers enough time to leave the premises. Nightwing's words in her ears had Carrie casting one last nervous glance in his direction before taking off. It was probably a very good thing she hadn't seen Nightwing get knifed. Something like that would have had her abandoning the plan.

Speed was one of Carrie's few strong points and as she ran down the floor, she seemed to fly. Before they could finish this and take The Joker in, they had to be sure that there weren't any explosives rigged to the building. This was Carrie's job. The Joker hadn't been subtle and he loved leaving surprises for his enemies. But there were no jack-in-the-boxes here, no colorful boxes of dynamite, no bright toys that were attached to detonators. Carrie checked the room in which Remy'd been held. It was clean. "We're good," Carrie murmured. She imagined Batman was getting himself ready for some fun.

Hearing Dick's question in her ear, Carrie grinned a bit. She headed back to the floor, trying to hold her arm steady, as it was beginning to ache. With an elegant jump she landed on one of the boxes, making her presence known to all the men. "You give up?" She looked at the Joker, swallowing fear and trying her best to look impish. Without pausing to let him speak, she said, "A distraction, asshole."

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