Drastic Actions [Harley, Joker and Joker's things]

[tiff]

Tiffany hated being on camera. It probably explained why his hands were sweating, and he was pacing uncomfortably in the white brick room. They were a few levels underground. In a more secure section of the building. The Lord had offered them a gift the other day. As usual they his men their routine rounds around Gotham City after curfew, and they happened to come across a blond woman. As rules stated, all caught after curfew were arrested and questioned. The woman had of course struggled, but his men managed to obtain her. It wasn't until she was brought in for questioning did they determine her identity. Harleen Quinzel. The Joker's significant other. It truly was a gift because the Joker had continued to ransack this city. He was one the last great threat that was preventing Gotham from becoming a peaceful city to live in.

"Is the FBI Director is okay with this," Agent Madiline asked as she looked at the camera team and glanced at the door.

"We have to take drastic measures if we are to find this man. We are proving a point to the filth on the street," he stated as he paced. He hadn't been able to get a hold of the Director. The Director was seeing hearings in Congress who were now questioning the entire program. If Tiffany could capture the Joker, they would realize the program was a success.

Madiline nodded, "We will be ready in ten then."

Tiffany nodded and moved to the center so the camera could focus on him. He watched as Madiline went behind the camera and counted downwards with her fingers. When her hand turned into a fist the red light went on.

He truly hated the camera. Only people with an excessive amount of pride would actually enjoy it. He shifted a moment then let out a deep breath. "Good evening, Gotham. I am Agent Matthew Tiffany, head of operations in Gotham City. As everyone is well aware of, we have been taking actions to drastically reduce crime in the city. It appears, however, that the criminal underbelly does not understand how serious we are. This video is directed to them." He paused then looked at his agent to give the go-ahead.

A second later the door open and a person in an orange jump suit and a black bag over there head was pulled threw, held by three of his men. The person was aggressively forced onto his knees.

"This is a criminal who did not care about their actions on society. They did not care about the fear they brought upon others. They did not care about the people they murdered or torture. For that, they have lost their rights," he said calmly and slowly. The Lord would not have filth in his land.

He reached into his jacker and pulled out his gun. He then pointed it at the man's head as he still looked dead in the camera. "They not deserve to live in a society that has faith in the goodness of people around them," he stated and pulled the trigger. Blood splattered to the side, and when his men let go of him, the man collapsed onto the ground.

Tiffany did not even blink at the noise or show. He put his gun back into his jacket. "Those who disobey the laws will be executed," he stated. He gave another look and the door opened again, this time with a blond girl in an orange jump suit. She was being dragged forward.

"Harleen Quinzel will face this same punishment before the Federal Government. She will be transported outside of Gotham tomorrow afternoon at 3:00. She has stood, watched, and partaken in the Joker's genocide on Gotham. I will not allow such horrors to continue. Gotham City you will be free of this menace," he stated, waving a hand to the woman. "Thank you for your time." The camera then clicked off.

"I still don't think killing a man on live television was the best option," Madiline mentioned.

"He was on death row and set to die today," Tiffany justified, "Send someone to clean this up."

His eyes then turned to the struggling woman. She looked so innocent. The Devil truly knew how to beautify evil.

[harley]

Harley was no stranger to being held captive. Everyone from criminals trying to get one up on Joker to the staff at Arkham had been able to make that claim. In the end however, through either Harley's own skills or with help from the Joker, she had escaped safely. This time was different though. It was the big bad FBI who were coming down extra hard on criminals and even people who were caught out past the curfew that had been set on the city. The law wasn't exactly being fair, but since when did the rogues of Gotham ever play fair?

She had been locked in a facility that even she didn't know where it was. Bags had been placed over hers and her fellow captives head to hide that information from them. Even if they could get a message delivered to the outside world, they wouldn't be able to say where they were being kept. It was all an excellent plan, but Harley wondered what they had in store next. Usually it was the same old, same old. Get instantly taken to Arkham until she was able to break out or get broken out. It didn't seem like that was an option this time. Arkham was gone, so it was left up to the imagination where the worst of the worst criminals of Gotham were going to be sent.

Armed guards came to take her from her cell. As they arrived, Harley waved at them with her cuffed hands with an inane grin plastered across her face. "Hey guys! I don't suppose ya got any other outfits for me? It's just, orange ain't really my color." she told them.

The guards simply looked at each other and didn't respond.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" she frowned. Normally, Harley liked to verbally annoy the guards, but in her time spent here, none of them ever responded to her which took away all the fun of it. Even if she made fun of them they simply stood there with a blank look on their face.

Harley was ordered to step forward and then was ushered into a corridor behind another man, she didn't know who it was and couldn't tell from the back of his head. The two were marched through what felt like a labyrinth of corridors, all of which gave no clue to their location until they reached a door. The man in front had a bag placed over is head and then was lead into the room before the door was closed behind him. In the brief time the door was open, Harley tried to peek inside to see what was there. All she managed to spy was an arm of somebody who was inside.

After the door was closed, Harley heard incoherent mumbling coming from the room followed by the unmistakable sound of a gunshot. The noise cut through the walls and the door and caused Harley to shriek and jump slightly. She'd be lying if she said that she wasn't slightly afraid. At first glance it looked like they were being taken into the room and executed on the spot, that would be enough to scare anyone, with a few exceptions. Joker would no doubt be one of those exceptions.

When the door opened again, Harley gulped before she was led inside. The men were being extra rough with her and she struggled to get loose but with no success. The first thing she saw when she entered the room was the masked man on the floor. It was obvious what had happened. The gunshot, the blood. But then she saw the rest of the room, the camera, the man in the suit, the others there. As soon as her name was mentioned, she looked at the man speaking and listened intently, expecting to be shot in a few moments.

When she found out that this wasn't her execution, a great wave of relief washed over her. She had until tomorrow to be rescued, hopefully her love would come to save the day. Before she could get a word out on camera, it was clear that it had been shut off. By the looks of things the man had made the message he had wanted to make clear. The fingers of the men restraining her dug deeply into her arms, causing her to struggle more as she saw the executioner man in the suit look at her.

"You really don't know who I am, do ya? I mean, if ya did then you would let me go right now. I got friends, 'n' they ain't gonna let ya do what ya did to him over there. Then once they save me, they'll find out who you are and they'll not only hurt you and everybody in here. They'll hurt your family too! Your girlfriend or wife...or boyfriend. Your kids. Your mom and dad. Your dog. Your goldfish! But if ya let me go now, I'll just forget about the whole thing. What do ya say?" she said with a very slight air of anxiousness. However it was clear that she was in no position to make demands.

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Spluttering, he awoke. The iron taste of blood filled his mouth to the point that it became unbearable, spitting the particles allover the stone floor in front of him. His head was still woozy and his vision blurred. Two great grey shapes lingered in front of him, emitting a noise that at first seemed like a humming. As the blood began to rush back to his head and his senses recover their strength, he could barely make out the noise the shapes were making. They weren't humming; they were growling. Quickly the blurs morphed into the lumbering bodies of Bud and Lou, the hyenas who now circled his bleeding body. A bright light shone directly in his eyes as footsteps began to approach. A hazy purple figure came forward and knelt before him. A knife clutched in his right hand, the figure lowered himself onto his haunches, his twisted pale face staring directly back at his own. As the beasts circled, The Joker lay before him and most certainly wasn't joking. The man tugged at his arms to wrench them into life but they were unresponsive as he felt the bonds that him held chained to the heating pipes. He whimpered pathetically as The Joker began to speak.

"What is your name?" He asked. Bringing the knife closer to the captive's throat. The man mumble and whimpered some incoherent gibberish in response so Joker asked again.
"What is your name?"

"Agent Matthew Jackson" The man began to tremble. "Matthew D. Jackson"

"Matty?" The Joker said with merciless glee "I like the name Matty, well I did, until one little bastard ruined it!" He plunged the knife deep into Jackson's leg and ragged it across the width of his thigh. Jackson screamed in pain as the blade was wrenched out of the wound and spun in Joker's hand.

"You know who ruined that name, Matty?" Jackson shook his hung head. "A bible bashing douchebag named Tiffany. You know Tiffany?" Jackson responded, saying that he didn't know the man directly but was aware of his presence. "Good, good" Joker said calmly. "Do you have a nick name Matty? Because even speaking about that other Matty makes me want to ram this combat knife into something and watch it bleed, and we don't want that again do we? Do you have a nickname, Matty?" 

Jackson whimpered once more. The smell of fresh blood was drawing Joker's beasts ever closer, and they looked hungry. Jackson had to play this one straight, any wrong move could have him being sent home to his wife in a box. Plucking up the courage, he responded. "Paddy, my, my nickname is Paddy"

"Paddy" Joker puzzled. "Why on Earth would they call you Paddy?" Paddy coughed and whimpered once more, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and oozing from his left leg. "Because my dad's Irish, so I'm part Irish" Joker wandered behind Paddy and out of his view, Bud and Lou came closer, sniffing at the agent's blood stained white shirt. He heard clicking from somewhere around the room and from the gloom, a gloved hand came crashing down on the top of his head, and the cold touch of flesh pressed against his ear.

"Y'know..." The voice whispered. "My father was Irish, so I find that really offensive!" The gloved hand pulled him from the skull backwards onto the now scolding pipes that easily burned through Paddy's thin shirt. He screamed in pain as the heat scorched his flesh, the room was filled with odour of barbecued meat. The voice came again once more.

"Now, if you don't tell me in the next three seconds where God Boy is holding my babey doll, I'm gunna carve a shamrock into your chest and let my mutts over there have a nice dinner."
Bud and Lou seemed to lick their lips at the thought of eating the Fed alive. 
"Because, without their mommy, the haven't been fed very well and by my watch, it's lunch time" Paddy whimpered "So, that question again, where is Harley?!"


The rattling of metal awoke him once more. A liquid was being poured allover his now singed and bleeding body. The Joker was holding a gas can, pouring the contents onto the agent's flesh and whistling the tune of Paradise to himself. Paddy looked up into his merciless eyes. 

"But you said you'd let me go!" The Joker began pouring a second can onto him. "Actually, no I didn't. I said..." He threw the can into the corner. "...that I'd only do that stuff to you if you didn't tell me where Harley was, you did so now I'm doing a complete different set of horrible things to you!" He titter as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigar. He placed the cigar between his own lips an lit it, he then swooped down and placed it firmly between Paddy's teeth. "Enjoy" 

The Joker began to walk away when the cigar went off. The sparks from the tiny explosion ignited the petrol and set the agent ablaze. He screamed out one final time as the flames cremated his body and Joker began rifling through the agents coat pockets. All he had now was an address, a level 2 security clearance card, a gun, a knife and a mission. He exited the small building and into the dark gloomy alleyway. He spoke softly to himself.

"Hang in there kid, I'm coming for ya"

[tiff]

As soon as the camera turned off the woman child thing started to squeal in a terrible high pitched voice. He cringed ever so slightly as he straightened his tie, that had just a speck of blood on it. Without the make up or costume, Harleen looked like an overgrown child. It almost would have warmed his heart if he didn't know that devil lurked inside of her, and the devil became evident in her voice. It was similar to children that had been influenced by sin. There had to be an exorcism. Possibly if this woman had experienced an exorcism she would not be in this current position.

The mention of a boyfriend causes his already frowned lips to frown further. To assume such a sinful action upon him burnt him like a candle to skin. The Devil loved to taunt, and so he brushed it aside. The same way he tried to block out the high pitch tone to her voice.

"Mrs. Quinzel," he stated in a firm voice as he stepped around the body towards her, "I understand who you are and who you know. The FBI has declared you and your friends dangerous, and under PROTECT protocol you have lost all rights. Please do not forget that by your decisions you have given them up yourself. The FBI and US government hold no sympathy, and we no not compromise with terrorist. You will be held until transport in ten hours." He stood tall and looked down at her. She was, after all, beneath the Lord's will. She had brought this on herself. But she wasn't the true threat of evil. No, she was an innocent person who had been taken and was now lost to darkness. The demon he was after tonight was the Clown.

He had doubts that the creature had a heart, but he knew the man suffered from pride. A man who has too much pride can easily succumb to it. Tiffany had just shown the world his card and how he had control over the Joker's property. If the Joker saw the feed, and chances were that he would, the Joker would be determined to take what was his out of wounded pride.

You cannot have weakness under God because God is perfection, but imperfection is the Devil's blanket, and it will be his failure.

"Send Miss. Quinzel back to her cell until holding. I want a five mile radius surveillance and every prepared for a visitor," he stated as he moved passed everyone to the door.

"Sir, we really should contact the Director," Madeline stated in worry and suspicion.

He understood her concern, but they had to be put aside for the time. "After we capture the Joker," he commented then went out the door to go to the main surveillance and headquarters room.