Can't spell slaughter without laughter!

[jokerforever]

A laugh rang out through the cold night air, followed quickly by a women's scream. There seemed to be a scuffle, but in just a matter of seconds, all was quiet. A dark robed, hooded man walked out from inside the crumbling shack, his clawed white gloves streaked with crimson. If anyone were to enter that shack, they were sure to find a little suprise. To the dark, anonymous figure that now stood in the center of the old, faintly marked road, it was all just a joke. Had he been a simple passerby, and had he stumbled across the shack, well, he would have walked right in and laughed up a storm. It had always been a joke to him ever since he first heard about Joker, now, suddenly, everything was just a peace of paper waiting to be burned. Pulling out a match and lighter, he set a gentle blaze just outside the shack and watched with delight as it spread hungrilly around the old home. Soon, the entire place was enveloped in flame, and Scourge had to cross the street to keep from being burned, though he honestly didn't care if he was burned or not. Why care for his own, personal health when he was having this much fun? Well, if he should, he didn't.

Continuing on from the bright, radiant blaze that lit up the dark night sky, he turned a curve and trotted into an ally. It was desolate, completly free of inhabitants, so Scourge quickly became bored. After all, he was out to hunt. What was he hunting? Blood. That was all he ever hunted for. Oh how he enjoyed the terrified screams of his prey as he outstretched his cruel arms toward their oh so tender necks. He couldn't believe how easy it was to kill people these days, even with that dark vigilante that always seems to be watching from the rooftops. Who was it again? Oh yes, Batman. Well, he wasnt much of a help, atleast not to the people Scourge preyed on. In fact, if he was as good as people said he was, then why hadnt he been there for that poor old women in the old shack? Why didn't he stop the blaze that was probably spreading from house to house now, likely killing the unsuspecting, sleeping inhabitants of the homes? He wasnt, but Scourge looked up just in case.

Scourge was one of the more insane people out running loose in Gotham. He admired Joker and hated Batman with a passion. Unlike Joker, however, he still had a little bit of sanity left, and he used that sanity just for his more...devious of plans, especially when Catwomen was nearby. That women's face always made him smile, though he knew she would probably never fall for him. Bored of the ally, he turned and left, the smell of smoke heavy on the air. As he turned to observe the lightshow, he found that the blaze was in fact, spreading to the other houses. Giggling as the blaze took hold of an old, poor wooden home, he turned and trotted down the road, fingering the knife in his belt.

Soon, he reached another ally, and this one was inhabited, but not by a poor old civillian, no, more like inhabited by a physco. The man turned to Scourge and winked. Like Scourge, he wore dark, flowing robes of deep ebony, and at his side was a decent sized dagger. Scourge nodded to the smiling madman.

"Go on in Scourge, i'll guard the door." The man replied smoothly, Scourge nodded, he had planned on going in anyway. Moving deeper into the ally, he came across a brick wall. After pressing in three, seemingly misplaced bricks, the wall parted to reveal a large room of sorts. Scourge entered and the wall closed behind him. The room was large and made completly out of concrete, it seemed as if it were a large warehouse, but there were no crates in sight, only robed men walking about and speaking of their lovely little daytime slaughters. It was well furnished with couches, chairs, and tables, and the concrete floor was covered in various, red velvet carpets. Smiling at the sudden warmth of the massive fire that raged in the large fireplace to his right, he strode deeper into the sancuary and turned down a hallway that led him down some stairs. He then entered a smaller room, this one complete with a bed and a desk, along with some dressers. He sat at the desk and leaned back, placing his feet on the lavished wood surface.

"I think i'll raid Wayne's lovely mansion soon. Im sure he has quite the loot." Scourge commented to himself as he though of his next big plan. "And I suppose killing Bruce would cause an uproar big enough to run the city into chaos, after all, what would they do without their lovely Bruce?" He asked himself, laughing. He drew his knife and flipped it in his hand. "Now, how to infiltrate that mansion of his, hmm, I suppose I could simply climb right up and through a window, or, oh! I know! I'll knock on the door and kill him right then and there, or whoever decides to open it atleast." He decided, smiling, then his smile faded. "Though, the window does seem like a good plan. Well, it is a mansion, and not just any mansion, Bruce's mansion, so there has to be a secret entrance somewhere, perhaps underground? Maybe if I searched around enough, I would find my answer. Heck, even a well would do the trick, alot of people hide secret passages in wells, right?" He asked to himself, then nodded in confirmation. "Of course they do." He decided. "But does Wayne even have a well?" He asked, then nodded again. "Why wouldnt he? Every noble has a fountain or well of some kind, right?" Well, that put him in a good mood. It was official now, Scourge would raid Wayne's mansion. He had not yet decided exactly how he would do it, but he had some pretty good ideas of how and when to strike.

After some time, Scourge decided to leave and take a little stroll out in the fresh, midnight air. Not many people were out, so he didn't expect to find someone random to kill, maybe a little midnight thieving would do some good? It would help with his big plan against Wayne, he supposed he needed all the practice he could get. Exiting the ally, he began to think of some good places to strike, but nothing came to mind, and any house around here wasnt likely to have anything of interest, so he simply walked along the road, hoping to find a decent looking building to raid, and maybe even walk into someone he knew.

[jason]

(ooc: sorry it's so short)

Jason had gotten his chance to patrol on his own once again that night. He was more than willing to take the chance and be out on the streets. It was better than being cooped up in Wayne Manor having to work on any homework. Or down in the Batcave working on practice some of the new training work he had been given to start.

Robin had taken to the streets by motorcycle. Sticking to the side roads and back alley ways. He parked the bike out of sight as he went off and patrolled by foot for a while. There hadn't been any calls over the radio and Batman wasn't calling him for back to anything.

Robin was on the hunt for any disturbance of the peace. Or maybe just keeping an eye out for any psychos that are roaming about.. Ever since the FBI were in town Arkham has been losing inmates or that had away of avoiding getting in there because they were too busy hiding.

Either way, Jason kept an eye out. Joker was still on the loss. And Riddler had fled the country as far as they knew. It didn't take long for Robin to spot a familiar figure on the streets. Walking down the road was Scourge. He recognized the figure due to criminal photos on file on the Batcomputer. He'd go after him now, but on the street like that wasn't going to work. He'd just have to follow him to see what he was up to.

[jokerforever]

The night was silent besides the eerie howling of the bitter cold wind that slammed into his lithe, small form, forcng him to take shelter, and the ivory bullets that hammered him at a near constant rate. He had no knowledge of the structure he had stumbled into, but it seemed like a shack of sorts, small and rundown, plagued by dust and cobwebs, tainted by a foul scent. The modertate snow storm had struck just sixty minutes into his relaxing walk and now he would never find his way back to the hidden sancuary on his own, which meant only one thing, he would have to stay the night, and he had no clue that Robin was on his tail.

The shack was noisome, it creaked under the pressure of each gust of wind and groaned beneath his feet, and it retained no heat, forcing him to curl up and shiver in the corner, clutching his satchel and large bag that he carried slung over his shoulder, desperate for warmth. If there was no fear of burning his temporary shelter to the ground, he would have lit a small blaze just a few minutes upon entering.

Alone, and quite knowing of that fact, Scourge unlatched his bag and pulled out an old, rotting body of what seemed like a long dead tom cat, filling the room in a cloud of an even fouler scent, but Scourge didn't seem to mind, he kissed to corpse atop it's head, between it's black, ragged ears and stroked it lightly across it's back, careful not to slice through the flesh with his razor sharp clawed gloves.

"Don't you worry Shadow, i'll fix you." He promised, kissing his lifelong companion again. The cat had been with him for six years, but died just two years ago from starvation, as it was hard to find food on the streets, but now that he had plenty of henchmen and a safehouse, he couldn't understand why the cat would not eat, as he refused to belive his precious Shadow was long gone from the mortal world.

"I'll find the cure." He cooed, layng the rotting body across the floor in front of him and settling down on his side, hugging the thing tightly as he drifted toward sleep, thinking of all the fun the two had had together, and of all his promises to heal him. If only he could find someone willing to help someone of his standards. Shadow was the only thing he truly cared about, Catwomen and Joker were simply dreams that he chased, doubting he would ever actually meet them in person. But was it wron to hope? It wasn't long before dreams overran him, filling his mind with malicious thoughts and homicidle intentions. Oh the joy tomorrow would bring....if he made it through the night.

[jason]

Robin stayed on the trail for sometime. He had nothing better to do at the time, And any one out of Arkham was a threat to the people in this city. Even ones that were minor. They all seemed to have the same path of following the other crooks in this town. He had seen it one to many times.

Even Bruce had been saying something similar the other day. And a while back there was this chick, Sparrow girl or something. Some meta that showed up out of no where. And there was a major threat against Gotham University when she showed up.

It had turned out she was working with the Joker. And it was all linked to the escape of the Riddler. Robin remembered that night. How could he forget. The Riddler got away. And was still out of the country,

Jason kept on and was finding this event rather boring. But the guy seemed to be slowing down. He followed him even with this snow storm going on. Eventually the guy had slowed up and found a place to rest. This was his chance to strike and see where the guy ad just come from.

He entered the building quietly and hide for a while. Watching as it seemed the guy was talking to a dead cat? Ok that was definitely not normal. Robin gave a puzzled look as he watched. That was a bit creepy. What would someone be doing with a dead cat? And trying to cure it? Ok, crazy. That was the only answer he needed.

Robin stepped out as soon as the guy seemed to slip off into a light sleep. Robin wasn't known for being the kindest when it came to people trying to relax. Well, at least this Robin. But he wasn't going to start it off striking the guy if he hadn't done anything wrong. But something was off.

"What? Actually taking the night off," he spoke up as he stepped out of the shadows. He was laid back at the time. But always alert and ready.

[jokerforever]

Just as dreams began to invade, something else did. A voice, young and familiar. Yawning tiredly, Scourge opened his eyes to glare at the blurry figure who had spoken. After a few moments, the figure came into focus and could now be recognized as Robin. Stuffing the dead, jet black cat back into it's bag, Scourge rose to a standing position, the bag laying on the dusty floor. He made no move to pick up, instead, he simply stared at Robin, his face lit up with a sinister smile.

"Robin!" Scourge greeted in a delighted tone, throwing his arms into the air and taking several quick steps toward the young man. "To answer your question, yes! A night off is just what I need! That's right, I'm not doing anything wrong! No need to be suspicious!" Scourge took another step forward, raising his left hand to Robin's chin, stroking it gently with his claws, careful not to cut into flesh.

"I'm glad your here. Me and Shadow were so lonely!" He said in a pitiful tone, staring deeply into the depths of Robin's eyes. "So very lonely." His voice settled into a whisper and he stepped closer, still smiling, breath hot on his face as he was mere inches away now. "Won't you play with us?"

In that moment, the claws of his free hand shot forward, eager to plunge into the flesh of his stomach...

[jason]

Robin stood there with his eyes narrowed watching and listening to the crazy man. He wasn't afraid of him. He had face worse. None the less he stayed alert and on his toes around any one. He wasn't Batman's partner for nothing.

The one thing some people on the streets haven't figured out by now was that this Robin now a days had a tendency for less talk and more fight. A lot like the Batman, but a little more brutal. Attacking and continuing an attack.

The creep was getting too close when he ran his clawed hand over Robin's chin. But he didn't flinch at the action. He knew how to read peoples actions. Catwoman often tried the same thing with the claws. Though there was a huge difference between the two.

The guy just kept getting closer and closer. Robin stood his ground. He could feel the guy's breath on his face. He was waiting for his chance to have a reason to strike the guy. And at the signal of muscle movement, Robin dodged to the side to avoid the claw. He dealt a low sweep kick to try and trip the guy.

"You still carrying that dead cat around? Gees, and I though the Ventriloquist was weird," Robin stated. A slight smirk on his face, just trying to get a reaction.

[jokerforever]

Scourge didn't bother to move as Robin's feet swept towards his own. It was obvious Robin would have avoided his strike. His legs knocked out his own, and he fell sideways with a yip of glee. It was obvious he was enjoying this, though as Robin spoke, he felt the need to correct his simple mistake. Why did everyone keep calling his cat dead? He wasn't! He couldn't be!

"Shadow isn't dead." He snapped, quickly recovering his feet and balance. Was Robin trying to make him mad? Did he know who he was messing with? No matter, it wouldn't work. He would not be intimidated by a boy."He's just sick." Scourge explained, more to himself then to Robin.

Suddenly aware he should be fighting, he lept toward Robin with uncanny speed that he knew Robin could match with some effort. His right hand struck out toward his ribs, but that was just a distraction. He quickly grabbed two throwing knives from his jet black robe and flung them towards his face at the same time. One flew a bit lower then the other, but it didn't matter, it only increased the chances of a successful attack.

[jason]

Robin knew that taking him down that quickly had been too easy. The guy normally did provide some for of entertainment. Either when fighting or just goading him on. That's what Jason did best.

This little fight was something Batman normally would not approve of since Robin was the one to start trouble when there was none. Why wouldn't Jason want to have some fun on a patrol? There was nothing better to do that night than to pick a fight.

Jason saw he was striking a nerve with the guy on the subject of the dead cat. He knew he would. All the more reason he had done so. He knew enough about the criminals to do such a thing to irritate them when he wanted.

He stood giving Scourge the chance to gain a bit of speed on the fight. Things were more fun when there was more of a risk. It just provided more of a challenge. Robin was ready for the sudden change in pace.

He saw the right hand coming and saw the small movement of the other hand. Robin, instead of standing and taking the hit, came forward and to the side. He saw the throwing knives coming. But it was a close call as one and then another passed by not too far off from his head.

Robin dodged and lunged forward and moved quickly to act on the chance to grab Scourge's upper arm and turn the attack against time. He tried to swing him off since he would most likely catch him off balance with the attack. And he had his left fist ready to strike him with to the side of the head.

"Sick, dead. It's all the same to you I guess,:" Jason replied. He didn't want to turn the guy into a blind rage yet in the fight. That wouldn't be any fun.

[jokerforever]

Scourge frowned, he had actually intended for that attack to be successful, unfortunetly, it wasn't, and now it was Robin's turn to charge, but just his failed attack had been unfortunate, Robin's luck was about to run out. Sure the dead cat talk had struck a nerve, but he knew what Robin was trying to do and refused to allow it to happen. He took a step back, pulling his arm away and leaping into the dusty, cold air, flipping over Robin with unnatural grace, atleast unnatural for a criminal such as himself.

"I already told you, he isn't dead. You really are stupid!" Scourge laughed, relaxing a bit. Time to get into the mood. He wasn't one for big plans, but one was actually starting to form in that twisted brain of his. "But you wanna know who is dead?" He asked in a joyful tone, sapphire eyes gleaming deviously. "That homeless scum I killed earlier, and that was before I burned down the house!" He laughed. Time to turn Robin's plan inside out.

He swung for the back of Robin's head, stepping in closer just in case poor Robin tried to escape his grasp and launch another petty attack. "Jeez, didn't Batty teach you anything? Like...not to play with fire?"

[jason]

Jason is rather annoyed by the transition in the fight as Scourge take a leap over his head to avoid his attack. He gives the guy a second before he turns to face him again.

"You just gave me all the more reason to attack now. Bad choice," he spoke as he doesn't turn just yet. But then does just within seconds to see Scourge trying to throw a punch at him.

He really thought he could be caught off guard like that? Before the punch and land on him, Robin grabs the guys arm again. This time in a stronger hold and ducks out. In which he is allowing to try and twist the arm at the same time as he quickly steps behind the guy in hold his arm behind his back.

Robin applies pressure on the hold. He knew several ways that he would probably find away out. But all the same, it was like game. One attacks the other to help calculate the next move.

"Did you really think I wouldn't have known that before I tracked you down," Robin replied. "And I thought Batman would have taught you that after all this time."

[jokerforever]

His attack had failed...again, but Robin had just put himself in a quite vulnerable position. Even though he only had one free hand, he could still fight back, and with Robin so close, it was nearly impossible to avoid any attacks of his, though his left hand had never been his best. For the most part, he ignored Robin's comments, seeing no need to reply to them, but the last one almost forced him to choke on a laugh.

"Well I have learned a few things from Bat." He giggled, lurching forward. He elbowed Robin in the ribs with his free arm, hard, and pulled free, spinning quickly, fist arching through the air toward Robin's head, claws gleaming in the low light, hungry for blood. Getting beat up did have advantages, for one, Scourge could easily mimicked any moves he manages to catch sight of, before getting hit in the face, of course. And each time, it became harder and harder to defeat him.

[jason]

Jason hadn't gotten the chance to think through the possibility that his guy could in fact beat him. But it wouldn't stop Robin from his attack. The sudden elbow to the ribs caused him to lose his breath at the sharp impact of the blow.

He was slumped a bit after the hit to the ribs. But he did not fail to see Scourge coming at him again with his fist. There was no way Jason was going to allow him a hit to his head. He was trying to do everything he could to avoid those nasty claws the guy had.

If he took a hit like that it could do quite a good bit of damage. Jason new that much. But he hardly had a chance to reaction to him spinning around and throwing the fist at him.

Thinking quickly, Robin ducked down a bit more since he had already be slumped a bit and brought his right arm up from underneath the guys arm to deflect his attack and aim. Jason took a chance and took a swing at Scourge with his own right hook.

[jokerforever]

Scourge simply laughed. He laughed at the petty boy struggling against him. He laughed at the fact his strike had failed. He laughed at the nasty punch Robin delivered in return. He simply laughed. It hurt, why wouldn't it? But he barely noticed, and continued on with the assault. His best bet was turn to the offense and stay there. He was never that good at defending, and Robin's beating was way overdue..

He wouldn't kill him, didn't want to. To him, Robin was a toy, a peace in his games. He gave him amusement and pleasure. Why would he even think to be rid of him? No, he would keep him alive for future fun, or until someone else gets him, but for now, all Scourge wanted to do was play with the boy, and that was exactly what he was doing.

He pivoted over Robin's shoulder and stabbed forward with his sharp claws, eager to plunge them into his back and stain the ivory of his glove with crimson. At the same time, he slammed his foot right into the back of Robin's knee and his free hand flicked a decent sized shiv from his belt.

It was rather crude, a small, hooked blade fastened to a sloppy hilt of scavened metal. It was the kind of weapon a prisoner might try to create for an escape attempt, or a homeless, looking for protection, but it got the job done, and they were easy to make, so losing one wasnt a problem.

He stabbed out with it, right towards Robin's shoulder. It would cause pain, like a large needle being plunged into your arm, if it hit, but Scourge was mainly attempting to use it as a distraction for his massive claws. Hopefully, it would strike home, burrying into flesh, but this was Robin, after all, and Scourge was sure he didn't want an oversized dart sticking out of his shoulder.

[jason]

Jason was growing annoyed with the laughter of the crazy man. This was all a game to him. A dance so to speak. He would take a strike at him and then Scourge returned in attack. This could go on for a while. Jason had picked the fight though. He was the one who had come to him looking for a fight.

Well Jason was going to continue to fight. He wasn't going to let a psycho take him down. It was just the laughter and the guy not taking him seriously that annoyed him most. The guy laughed it all off like it was nothing even after hit after hit.

At which point, Robin dodged the claws coming at him, but failed to avoid the foot that was driven into the back of his knee. Robin collapsed immediately from the blow to the knee. But he had managed to avoid the claws once again.

Jason's eyes caught sight of the slight shine of a sharp blade being pulled out. Jason saw this and knew to step up the speed of his own defense.

And no sooner had he noticed it was Scourge truing to plunge it into his shoulder. He saw where Scourge was aiming and Jason was not going to let that happen. Robin went to dodge the object being stabbed at him and lunged forward to try and knee Scourge in the gut when he avoided the blade.

[jokerforever]

Nimble and sharp as he was, Scourge immediately understood what he was doing and he willed his body to twist, stepping clear of the knee. When his arm came around, claws glinted in the low light and flashed above his head, brushing his head. But young Scourge had purposly missed. Robin showed no signs of giving in, but just as he was trained, so was Scourge and he was unworried. He had a plan.

Flipping backwards, steel torr boots passing just inches from Robin's head, he landed just a few feet away and laughed again. He was sure Robin was getting annoyied by his joyful laugh and casualness. Good, he needed to be. It was the whole point, after all. It was all a big game, and Robin was playing out his part beautifully. Though he needed a change of style, in Scourge's opinion.

"Hey birdbrains! I thought we were fighting? What has Bat been teaching you? Apparently nothing, you fight like a two year old, and they cant even fight!" He taunted with a bright smile. This boy was petty, beneath his concern. "Why do you bother? You've already lost." He said.