Campus Chaos [very open]

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“Yeah, Jules….I know. Just- ignore it for a while. I am sure he has to come around eventually.” God was she horrible at advice. If it didn’t regard martial arts or the Dewey decimal system Barbara was practically hopeless. Boys were a confusing topic all their own and with a limited history of boyfriends and having kept most of them in secret, there was not much advice that she could offer her sobbing friend. Putting phone on speaker, she slipped into her knee-high high heeled boots and began searching around for her mask. “Uh-uhh.” Bab’s replied loudly in the direction of the phone, not paying any attempting to what the girl was saying. This was her dear friend’s fifth boyfriend this month, she was sure to be over it the next day and attempt to drag Barbara to some party. In fact, she better start thinking of excuses to turn her down now.

Looking under the bed, she grabbed the mask the effectively concealed the upper half of her face and slipped it on. Standing in front of the full length mirror, her friend’s cry’s bounced around the room. Taking a moment to examine herself in the mirror, she smirked; her suit was so tight it nearly looked as if it was sprayed on. It was funny how comfortable she was as Batgirl, transforming from her book-worm tendencies and typical life as a college student to follow the lead of her idol.

“Are you even listening?” Screamed a shrill voice from the phone, seizing Barbara from her daydreams. “Huh-oh! Yeah, hey, I am really sorry. My dad just got home and I really have-“ Before she could finish her sentence, a deafening scream erupted from the speakers of her phone. “Jules?!” Barbara asked, concerned. “What’s going on – why did you scream? Jules?” While her friend did not answer, there was a loud crash that she could only assume was her friend’s phone crashing to the brick path’s around campus. Screams and terrified cries sounded from the other end of Bab’s phone, though she didn’t wait long enough to hear any of them.

With her look nearly complete, there was one final touch before she could set out into the night. Quickly, snapping her prized utility belt into place around her tiny waist, Barbara didn’t take another moment before she climbed out of the window, slipping into the shadows as and scaling down the fire escape to her trusty motorcycle. While it had seen better days, she threw the tarp off of it before straddling the seat. With one foot on the ground to prop the bike into a standing position, she quickly turned it on before riding into the night, not bothering to look back. Waiting for Batman to communicate her often proved as a disappointment, the restless redhead wanted something different to do every night, though it was unusual, tonight’s activities seemed to find her first. She raced toward the campus, unsure what she was too find.

Parking a great distance away, Batgirl continued on foot the rest of the way, effectively concealed in the night. The soft soles of her shoes silenced her footsteps completely, allowing her to move quickly and without making a sound.

ooc. join me! I will love you forever.

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Fated had seemed to be playing It's card.  There was the meeting and interaction with Barbara Gordon at the National Museum of Gotham.  Then, there was the meeting with the Joker and the Penguin in which the Joker had laid out a plan to attack Jim Gordon, leader of the GCPD, leaving the Ventriloquist to be the rogue to go after the daughter, Barbara Gordon.

Through the grapevine, specifically one of the five boyfriends in the past month.  Julia Jones, otherwise known as 'Jules' to those close to her was a good friend of the daughter in question.  Miss Jones was a student of theater at the school of arts at Gotham State University.  The Ventriloquist and Scarface had selected her as the target to get to Barbara Gordon.

Walking into the dormitory, the Ventriloquist held the fedora wearing Scarface who began to direct the attack.  There was a RA, Resident Assistant sitting at a table in the lobby of the building.  A young woman, she looked up and then,

BLAM!

A bullet to the head from the Ventriloquist ended the life of the RA.  Blood splattered on the door of the elevator.

"Heee."  The Ventriloquist chimed just before entering into the elevator.  It whistled a familiar toon, one that would come into play very shorty. 

Walking down the dormitory hallway, a few of the residents began quickly rushed into their rooms upon noticing the villain.  The third floor was where Miss Jones was located.  Walking to the end of the hallway, into the room labeled '351'

Shooting the door knob off with a silenced pistol, the Ventriloquist was able to walk into the room to find Jules Jones sobbing and on the telephone.  Suddenly there was a scream from the young woman as the Ventriloquist rushed her, pinning the girl to the ground.

The telephone fell onto bed.

"What's going on, why did you scream? Jules?"

The Ventriloquist smiled, leaning It's head toward the microphone, The creature known as the Ventriloquist chimed so the person on the other end could hear,

"Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away! Heeeee."

With the girl stilled pinned to the ground, the Ventriloquist slapped on a pair of handcuffs around the Jules's wrist and tied a leather strap around her neck, and began to lead her out of the dormitory, pulling her like a dog on a leash.  Jules resisted not wanting to go, but the Ventriloquist had a firm grip on her.

It was a slow struggle but the Ventriloquist made it outside, into a circular driveway that served as the car drop off point of the dormitory. There was an dark green Ford Packard, that was running waiting for Scarface and the Ventriloquist.



Inside of the Packard was one of the Ventriloquist's returning henchmen, a man by the name of Ratso. Ratso was serving as the driver of this operation.

"Quickly, open da door ye idiot!" Scarface bellowed at the Ventriloquist, "Throw da girl in 'gefore someone shows up!"

The Ventriloquist followed the order, opening the back seat and throwing Jules Jones into the car,

Just then the Ventriloquist and Scarface heard the sound of racing footsteps approaching them, turning Their heads, they scanned to see who was coming.

[[Description of 'Ratso']]

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Barbara sprinted with ease across the campus, ignoring the massive amount of attention that she was receiving as Batgirl. It was funny to think that during the day, many would walk right past her on the crowded cobblestones without even a glance and now she seemed to be the center of everyone’s attention. A student rushed out in front of her gushing, but the redhead simply shoved him out of her way and continued toward the dorm where she knew her best friend resided. Hoping that this possibly might have just been one of Jule’s dramatic antics, she still wasn’t going to play it safe and ignore the high-pitched scream. With the dorm in sight, she quickened her already impressive speed, racing toward the building with her cap billowing behind her.

On arrival, she saw her friend still undeniably bawling her eyes out. The brunettes face was puffy from her sobbing and tears still continued to stream down her face. However, he friends distress wasn’t the first thing that she noticed, but her captors. Sporting the familiar gangster puppet on his arm, Batgirl’s eyes narrowed as she looked from the wooden figure up to the man who owned him – or however that perplexing relationship worked. What on earth was going on and why of all people were they taking Jules? After an hour with the girl they were sure to give her back for the sake of their own ear drums. Confused and without answers, her first priority before sending her high heeled boot into that puppet’s portrayer was to make sure that her friend was safe.

“Stop right there!” She shouted as Jules was shoved harshly into the car. Without even waiting for some kind of response, she reached into her utility belt and pulled out a handful of smoke bombs. Though it was one of her typically used weapons, she hoped it would be enough to blind the Ventriloquist and his oversized lackey so that she could get Jules out of the picture. Throwing them all forcefully in the direction of the sleek, dark green car, Batgirl smirked as they effectively coated the entire area in a dense, thick smoke. Barbara rushed into the cloud, her hands gliding along the door until she found a handle. Ripping it open with a bit too much force, there was an unpleased ‘snap’ sound from the hinge and she reached blindly inside. It was easy to determine where her sobbing friend resided in the back. Grasping her thin shoulders, she scolded. “Shut up, get up and run as fast as you can. This smoke isn’t going to cover us for long and you need to get out of here. Go to campus police, they can get the cuffs off you. Leave these dummies to me. Now go!” She said harshly, attempting to pull the girl up out of the car by her elbow.


ooc. favorite person ever! thank you <3

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"Gack! It is da 'Gat girl!"

It was Scarface who recognized and spotted Batgirl approaching the scene.  The Ventriloquist, Arnold Wesker was more focused on getting Jules into the car.  Tommy Gun in the right hand, the little puppet pointed with his left at the hero charging them.

"Get h----ACK!" 

To late, the smoke bomb had been thrown and was now beginning to surround the green packard, taking a step back, the Ventriloquist was able to move out of the way into a clearer fresh of air.  The Ventriloquist and Scarface ran up a set of stone steps which lead to the dorm, to get a better survey of the scene. 

"W---wh--what should we do Mister Scarface?" Wesker stuttered.

"Ah'm thinking!  Ah'm thinking!" 

Just then, they noticed, Ratso get out of the car as well, the short henchmen litteraly resembled that of a little rat or bug, with buck teeth and a thin whisker type mustache. 

"Ratso, yer up!  Get the dame!" Scarface barked.  "Dummy!  Radio Mugsy and Rhino to get their 'gutts in here!" 

Ratso got out of the packard and waded through the smoke to find Batgirl, a switchblade knife in hand. The henchmen spotted Barbara Gordon and took a quick stab at her with the knife.

Meanwhile, Wesker was on a walkie-talkie.

"Rhino and Mugsy, one of the Bat-Family members is here! Mister Scarface needs your help, bring in plan B."

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The smoke bombs had been a good call and shielded her from being seen. After she was sure that Jules had an attempt at getting the way, she didn’t bother to throw another series of them at the ground. She was aware of the weapons that were available, but most they had to get close to her to even touch her with; and Batgirl wasn’t going to give them that option. The only thing that worried about was the signature Tommy gun in the hands of the stupid puppet.

She took a few moments concealed by the smoke to think of some kind of game plan. She was clearly outnumbered, but that never stopped her before. In fact, she was somewhat confident about taking on this group of misfits. Sensing a presence, she whirled around as the former driver of the car was coming at her with a knife. She nearly avoided a nasty encounter with the blade, though it sliced through the fabric of her suit, exposing her left side.

Glaring through her mask, she pushed off the car; her hand curled into a tight fist and sent a painful blow toward his face. "Really? Do you know how long it is going to take to fix this?" Moving quickly to knock the knife of out his hand, she then held the blade up to his throat, forcing him against the back of the car with all her might. “Alright, Ratso, is it? Tell me what you wanted with that girl.” She said through gritted teeth, pressing the blade dangerously closer.

hope this is okay <3

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Ratso staggered back after being hit with the right cross from Batgirl.  There was a loud 1960s Adam West cartoon bubble which came to life.

BLAM!!!!!

Ratso hit the side of the packard having to shake off the heavy cobwebs.  Batgirl pressed the advantage by placing the knife under his throat and asking a simple yet very direct question.

"I rea--really don't know.  Honest to God!" Ratso began, "I am the newest member of the gang and Scarface is big on paying your dues you know?"

Scarface and the Ventriloquist observed the commotion.  The girl can throw a punch, both of them thought at the same time.  Now would be the perfect time to open fire on her, but that would also end up hurting Ratso in the process.  They were not going to do that, at least not yet.  For all the little man's meekness, Scarface liked the man, maybe he was sympathetic to the fact that Ratso might have been one of those kids who was picked on in school.

"Heh, ye want to know why we're after her?" Scarface bragged, "It's because she is  a friend of Barbara Gordon.  Heh."

There was the sound of a gun being lowered in Batgirl's direction.  The tommy gun to be precise, but the puppet was not aiming at Batgirl.

"Why don't ye step away from Ratso there, and little Jules don't get hurt."  Scarface concluded as he pointed the gun at Jules.

Just then another packard pulled up, same model, same year, but this one was black in color.  Behind the wheel there was a henchmen of average size.  Handsome with brown hair and was standing roughly 6 feet tall.

Mugsy the henchmencc

There was a large pistol and matching tommy gun in the passenger seat of this new black packard.  The Ventriloquist and Scarface motioned for the car.  

"I---I would let Ratso go if I were you.  Mister Scarface makes good on his threats.  If you don't, she'll die."  Arnold Wesker said very meekly.  The Ventriloquist did not want to see the girl get hurt, either girl in fact.  But knowing Scarface, this could end badly.


OOC:  That was great!

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“Maybe you should try to remember a little harder, dog breath.” Barbara scowled through gritted teeth, though his answer did make sense. It was so hard to keep up with all the various crime aspects in the city. It seemed like each leader was recruiting new members at such a rapid pace that remembering faces might have been difficult to most. However, for Barbara’s photographic memory, it made tasks such as these fairly simply. Looking at his beady eyes, she took in his repulsive features. He wasn’t lying; she hadn’t remembered him from her last encounter with the Ventriloquist and his goons.

The smoke was nearly clear, allowing her to make out the location of Scarface as he spoke. She tried not to act surprised as her name slipped from his wooden mouth. What? What on earth did they want with her? It was against every single bat rule that she had learned to give herself up now, even if it did mean saving Jules. “And why do you want Gordon’s attention? Trust me, Woody. She isn’t your type.”

The click of the gun caused her to spring into action, pulling the man upward and using him as a human shield. However, it didn’t take her long to notice the barrel of the gun was not pointed at her, but behind her. God, Jules. The brunette had managed to get herself captured once more, bawling in the car that had suddenly arrived. Babs was surrounded completely at this point.

Shoving the man away from her roughly, she lowered the weapon, not willing to give them back something they were sure to try to use on her. The fact that her own name had recently escaped his lips still continued to worry her.

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"Wat did she just call me?!?!"

"Woody. Heee."

There was a loud thud as Scarface head butted Arnold Wesker, causing the Ventriloquist to loose footing, which in turn almost caused Scarface to topple over as well.

"Ah' heard what she said," growled Scarface.  "Ah' just can't believe she did that."

The Ventriloquist regained It's footing before looking back and forth between Ratso who was captured by Batgirl and Mugsy in the waiting get-a-way Packard.  Ratso began to crawl towards Mugsy and the waiting Packard, only to find Scareface's tommy-gun pointed at him.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk, Ratso.  Ye got yerself g'eat by this girl, ye deserve to get caught.  Ye ain't getting in da car my friend."

Ratso lowered his head in defeat as he stopped crawling and merely placed his hands behind his head as if caught by the police.  Ventrioquist smiled as It began to sidestep toward the other car.  It all of a sudden had the gun trained on Batgirl.

"Heeeee. There was a young lady of Wales, Who caught a large fish with scales; When she shifted her hook, she exclaimed 'Only look!' That estatic young lady of Wales."

Arnold Wesker chimed towards Batgirl in a high pitched voice.  It's grin large and wide, dripping and drooling saliva as It spoke.

"Why do we want Gordon you ask?  The Joker is back in town with intentions to watch this city burn.  Heeeeeee."

Wesker guided Scarface so the mannequin was once again pointing the tommy-gun at Jules. 

"Now be a nice little hero and take five steps back. Ratso is yours, but Mister Scarface and I are leaving now, and if you get in the way, the young lady of Wales with show her own set of scales!"

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Taking another convenient gadget out of her belt, she quickly activated it and tossed it forcefully in Ratso’s direction, causing thin-cord like ropes to wrap tightly around his large frame. While they had surrendered one, that wasn’t going to satisfy her at all. She needed to get Jules to the safety of her dorm room and send the Ventriloquist and his stupid pawns and puppets locked up in Blackgate. She couldn’t help but fantasize Bruce’s face for a moment when he discovered she had taken on this project solo. He was either going to be pleasantly impressed or potentially pissed off at her.

Her face grew heated under her mask as they loaded into the car. Her eyes watched his fingers on the trigger, prepared to dodge the rapid series of bullets he prepared to launch at her if she stepped out of line. Jules was screaming and sobbing for help, making Batgirl feel ultimately useless at this point. “The Joker? I should have known. So you have stooped to a new low and work for the clown now, huh?” She said with obvious distaste, though she was preoccupied with why they wanted her of all people. She was just a little nobody librarian by day, did the Joker know about her double life? No, surely not. He wouldn’t be able to keep something like that to himself.

With the gun pointed at Jules, there wasn’t much that Batgirl could do at this point but maybe try to reason. “Look, just let the girl go. You know that the Joker is just going to dispose of you the first chance he gets, right? It’s a really unhealthy relationship; there is still plenty of time to rethink this.”

Unable to simply stand there, she acted quickly and whipped out a bat-a-rang, hoping it might knock the gun from the puppet’s hand. Breaking one of the biggest rules, she tossed Bruce’s list out the window for this one, convinced she was fully capable of doing this. Not taking too much time, she aimed carefully and three it toward the group, with the distraction, she knew she needed to take out the designated driver. Batgirl jumped on top of the car, running up the length of it.

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Arnold Wesker's eyes narrowed as It took another insult from Batgirl.  This is the second time she has interfeared in Their business.  One would think, how did she arrive at the scene so fast?  The Ventriloquist attributed it to the fact that there were so many heroes now in Gotham City.  Azreal, Robin, Hawkgirl, Batman, Nightwing, Black Serpent, Wonder Woman, heck even Superman! Between all of them, most sectors of Gotham were probably covered on a nightly basis.  

She did have a point about the unhealthy relationship.  The Joker was like a large black bear being unleashed on a department store.  The Joker would just about off anyone if given the chance with no realm of rational thought, he was that dangerous.  But the Ventriloquist would gladly work with the clown in order to gain respect around this town.

"Heeeee. You might be right about the Joker, but We see eye to eye on one thing with the clown..."

Ventriloquist paused with an itchy trigger finger.

"The Destruction of Gotham!  Starting with James Gordon and his family!"

Just then, They saw Batgirl run up the side of their car after taking out Ratso.  

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!" Ventriloquist cowardly screamed,  eyes going wide open and hair standing up the side of his head.

Mugsy, however did not.  Putting the car in reverse, the middle henchmen drove the car backwards, using moving momentum and Newton's Laws against Batgirl.  In a move that resembled pulling the carpet out on someone for them to fall, the car fell out from between Batgirl, making the possible injury much larger then a normal fall.

The car managed to conduct a 180 turn so that the rear of the car was now the closest area to Batgirl and the scene of the crime.  The Ventriloquist looked out the window along with Scarface as both of them managed to crack a sadistic grin.

"This could be the beginning of a beeeeeeeeaaaaaaautiful friendship.  Heeeeee."

With that the Ventriloquist opened fire with the tommy-gun spraying bullets right at Jules, gunning the young girl down as a trail of bullets opened up along her waist as if a buzzsaw had just chopped her in half.

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Destruction of her family? The words left his lips and hit her like a thousand knives. Why on earth did they always feel the need to target her father first? As foolish as the question was, she already had the answer without even needing to ask; he was the commissioner so of course they were going to target him. Well, Barbara wasn’t going to let them get the best of the Gordon’s. She would do whatever she needed to keep her father safe.

Though he may have looked it, the henchman was not as dumb as she had assumed. Batgirl went flying from the top of the car, hastily reaching around her bat belt in an attempt to find something to help break her fall. Before she knew it, she was colliding painfully with the hard pavement. Her skin burned with the contact, providing her body with a great series of newfound bruises and injuries. She forced herself up, convinced that they were not through with her yet. Quickly jumping to her feet and blocking out the pain she looked up in time to hear the sound of the gun firing rapidly.

Eyes wide with fear, she screamed when she realized the bullets were not for her. “Jules! Get down!” It was too late. There was nothing more she could do and what hurt the most was that she had caused it. Racing across the road, she sprinted in the line of fire toward her friend, though it felt like she was going in slow motion. “No!” she screamed. Her friend was no longer recognizable anymore, mutilated by the massive amounts of bullets.

Batgirl felt weak, helpless and at fault. Suddenly light headed, she turned to notice that the Ventriloquist and his men were gone. She had lost sight of them, another horrible mistake. She should have followed the code and headed Bruce’s words the entire time. Going rouge was foolish and ultimately stupid. She needed to seek advice. The police were stepping into the picture now and Barbara felt as though she had screwed up enough for one day.

It was a complete blur, but somehow she managed to get home and slip through her bedroom window unnoticed. It wasn’t until later she noticed the note on her door.

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Barbara finds this note posted to her door.

This little piggy went to market.

This little piggy stayed at home.

This little piggy had roast beef,

This little piggy had none.

And this little piggy went "Wee! Wee! Wee!" all the way home.

Dear Little Barbara,

Squeal.  She squealed!  Your friend Julia did as We butchered her with joy.  A few friends and We are planning to spread the slaughtering around to anyone connected with the big chief swine, good old altruistic Jim Gordon.  But alas you can save your father little piglet, all you have to do is meet with Us for a nice dinner banquet with bacon, ham, and pork at the eloquent Stacked Deck bar and grill on the East Side.  Mhmmmm.  Your presence will determine just how much we plan to eat! Oink. Oink.

Heee. 

-The Ventriloquist.