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“James, did you put sugar in this– I am pretty sure that in my text this morning I asked specifically for it to be black” Summer sighed before sending the hopeful intern an attempt of a smile. “It’s fine this time, but here I don’t want it anymore.” She handed the steaming canvas-like container back to the blonde-haired boy before continuing down the busy streets of Gotham toward her second home: Gotham Live Studios. While she was reasonably early and her newest assistant trailed obediently behind her, there was something off about the day that the ravishing reporter couldn’t ignore.

What was everyone starring at? She flashed quick smiles in the direction, simply assuming that all of them were admiring her for one reason or another. Summer was often recognized on the streets for her career, but it literally seemed as though everyone’s gaze was locked on her hour-glass frame. The reporter cleared her throat and with her nose in the air, she continued on the way toward the large glass building in the distance. “Really- what is wrong with this city? Does everyone have a staring problem today?” Summer asked out of the side of her mouth, turning behind her to glance at her assistant for an answer.

A woman stopped directly in front of her, mouth gaping as he watched Summer walk. She didn’t even try to hide her disgust as she turned to face the boy following quickly behind her once more. “Is there something on my face? Why is everyone looking at me?” She asked desperately.

After looking down at the ground, her cleared his throat. “Um, did you read the Gotham Gazette this morning?” Summer looked up at the blonde with a scowl. “Why would I do that? I have my own news show that is far more accurate and current…do they seriously even print papers anymore? What century is this?” With a bitter tone, the mention of her second-hand competition brought a sour expression to her beautiful face. He pulled the newspaper out from under his arm with a bit of a blush. He would have to make a mental note to dispose of his habit before accompanying Summer next time. He unrolled it and handed it to her. “You’re on the front page.”

“What? I didn’t-“ Her jaw fell wide when she saw the headline. The usually talkative redhead was completely speechless as her eyes scanned the flawless face on the front. It was her – with a photo edited cowl and the headline:

Summer Gleeson IS Batgirl! 

She dropped the paper, completely furious. “I-this….this is slander!” Sucking in her cheeks she seized the paper from the ground once more and started toward the nearest trash can. Throwing it forcefully into the lined bin, a taxi honked its horn loudly at her. “Hey! Batgirl – let me get your autograph!” Ignoring the comment, she looked around her in a full circle. Everyone was staring and whispering…perhaps more people read newspapers than she assumed?

“I’m not Batgirl.” She said to her assistant, though with her voice raised slightly so that those in the area might hear her. “Well- I mean.” He rubbed his neck nervously before settling with a shrug “If you were – isn’t that something that Batgirl would be saying about now, Miss. Gleeson? I think it's pretty cool, my boss is Batgirl!”

Summer smothered her anger as she rummaged in her purse for her cellphone. “Just wait…” She said to herself as she retrieved the phone and began to dial. The young reporter was half way through her contacts when the loud screeching of tires and screams grabbed her attention.


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[The Joker]

Bob, or Bobby as the clown called him sometimes, heard a loud laughter, one of those laughts that was batter check so he run in the living room ...or a set that looked like a living room. First of all this place wasn't a house or something, but a kind of pre-sewer under the building where The Acid was. Actually this place was under the container of the acid, it served for pomping away the wastes.

However the room was re-designed, a red carpet was on the floor and its path led out of the room, the living room, with other things, had an armchair in front of a tv, purprle curtains were haning from the pipes, near there was a writing desk and a man with green hair and white skin was sitting there, reading the Gotham Gazzette.

"Bob! Bobby!" the clown yelled. When he rose his eyes Bobby was before him "Have you read the newspaper, Bob?" the henchman shook the head "My favourite season...my Summer...is Batgirl!" Joker gave the newspaper to Bob who started reading it while the Joker stood up and started dancing by his own spinning around. Suddenly Bob stopped reading and turned on the radio that was on a shielf, a low volume waltz music filled the room, the blonde henchman knew that if there could be music then was better turn it on when the Joker started dancing for any reason.

Bob returned to the newspaper and kept reading, he was used to all the eccentricities of his boss "Bob!" the Joker had stopped dancing and now was behind the blonde henchman.
The clown grabbed Bob's shoulders "Autumn is sad, Bobby, we should bring some sunshine in here!" the clown laughed "Bring the sunshine to me!" Bob turned around facing the white skinned man "Yes, boss!" he nodded and put the newspaper under his arm going out.

The loyal Joker's henchman was reading the Gotham Gazette in his taxi, well, it wasn't really his taxi, but the former owner was no longer on call anymore. Bobby's fault. He needed the cab after all. He was reading the newspaper for the...he lost the count. Since when his boss made him read that, Bob couldn't stop. Really? Summer the famous journalist was Batgirl...?!

Bob just lifted his eyes in time to see Summer picking up her phone, he couldn't wait anymore.
He tried to turn on the car's engine, but his fingers did touch only the air "What...?" he looked down and noticed that the keys were...where were the keys? Bob swore and looked around, finally he found the keys, but the time was running out. He put the keys in and started the engine. Bob was in hurry so he pushed the gas pedal too much. Nex thing was the loud sound of the screeching of tires and screms because Bob almost run over someone.

He stopped the car near Summer then he went out the car and grabbed his gun pointing it to her "The Joker pays his respect to Batgirl and kindly ask her to join him" Bob was learning "In the car, NOW!" there he was. He turned around the car and opened the passenger's door still pointing the gun towards her. The crowd was watching, some of them were recording everything, the Joker always loved his audience...love to death. Bob tried to grab Summer and put her in the car, if he had succedded then he would have driven away.

The Joker was waiting in his hideout or The Place Where All Began. Yes, the clown loved drama.
This place wasn't so hide for an out...it was already known...but the clown couldn't help himself and always came here sometimes...for the momories...the acid. The police would like to speak with Summer too, so he had to hurry up before it was too late. The Jester was wearing a tuxedo, but not a black instead a purple one, it was not his usual clothing, he wore his Sunday best...even though it wasn't Sunday. Well, funny part.

He wanted to be ready and all funny for Summer.



edit: Bob speaking color -> orange.  the other one was too light so it was difficult to read and orange suits better the purple, the pinky colour was far too "feminine" for Bobby LOL.

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Summer only looked up at the noise of the screeching tires for a second. After all, they were in the heart of the city and the noise was fairly common, though distracting. As she continued to text away to her producer, she planned on making a public statement live on her show within the next hour. She wasn’t sure how she would prove that she wasn’t the bat-themed heroine; Summer had to at least try to defend the statement in some way. A couple of other street dwellers approached her for an autograph, one starting toward her as though he was going to kiss her. Thankfully, her assistant quickly deflected the attack. Summer thanked him briefly, but he did not take time to bask in the praise.

There was a man starting toward her, his eyes locked on Summer and holding a gun. “Miss Gleeson! He’s got a gun!” There were screams from the crowd as she finally looked up from her phone – eyes locking with the man that started toward her. With a terrified look, Summer did not have a moment to defend herself before the end of the gun was forced against her head. “Look, you’ve got the wrong per-“ a squeal flew from her lips as she was dragged to the car and shoved into the back.

The redhead released a noise of protest as she attempted to gain her composure. “This is a huge misunderstanding!” Summer attempted, the fear obvious in her distressed tone. She moved quickly toward the door in an attempt to rip it open. With an audible click, the locks disappeared and the windows locked as well. With a squeal, the car started and lurched forward. Speeding down the street, they were going so fast that everything outside looked like a complete blur.

They were going way to fast. Summer pounded her fists on the windows as if that might help her case – clearly, it didn’t. She moved forward, attempting to climb into the front seat with a taste for freedom. “Pull over!” Summer demanded.

They took a sharp turn, sending the young reporter hurtling into the back seat, hitting her head hard in the process. With all the trauma and chaos, she surrendered to an unconscious state and blacked out completely.

The redhead began to stir from the floor of the backseat as the car finally came to a stop. A small groan fell from her red lips as her eyes fluttered open. She moved her hand to the spot on her throbbing head, wincing at the pain. “W-where am I?” The panic quickly returned to her as she remembered her situation. She had to find a way out of this.


Summer is wearing this: click to see

[The Joker]

Bobby opened the passenger door "WHAT happened...?!" the henchman turned around and smiled unnerved looking at his boos. The Joker wasn't happy knowing Summer passed out in the car "Bobby..." the clown turned towards Bob who didn't take a step back, but looked down at his boss feet "...I saw what you did...nice audience...nice show, really!" the clown pointed to something that was smoking, it looked like a computer with a hole in the screen "but Bob..." the Joker started breathing heavily from his nose "...why she passed out?" Bob opened the mouth to speak, but he didn't say anything, the words were too afraid to come out and face the boss.For the clown wasn't so hard to understand what was happened, he just wanted to freak Bobby out, always fun.

He went to Summer smiling "My dear..." he sighed "...I apologise for Bob's behaviour" a fake tone of compliance. He offered his hand to take out Summer from the car. They were in a kind of garage, closed room. The light came from a chandelier. The Jester took her rudely so she couldn't run away, he brought her to the living room, when they arrived he tossed her on the sofa in a non-gentleman way. He seemed angry, but not really. The Joker was always difficult to inspect, but he was always acting a part.

The clown looked again at her body, he was searching another part to sign. His hand caressed her leg, her hip, her waist then her torso. The hand stopped on her belly just under her bosom and he smiled looking into her eyes "Batgirl...?" he rose a brow "Always a fan!" he moved away the hands and set them aside of her "May I have your autograph?" he moved his head near her ear and whispered those words, then suddenly he started laughing and moved away from Summer.

"...an autograph! Got it? Because..." he pointed to her and he was laughing so hard that he couldn't even speak for a moment. He took a small container with a black skull on it and a brush from a desk, the container had something green inside and the brush seemed to be made of plastic. The Joker approached her still with a smile on, it was kinda creepy "I signed you Summer, but I think now it's time to sign Batgirl" he winked at her.

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that part were i wrote that the clown took her etc, it's auto conclusive sorry, but i thought that you were ok with that, but if you are not please tell me and i will edit right away :=)

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Summer blinked, her eyes welling with tears as she began to grasp reality. Holding her throbbing head, she struggled to sit up in the back of the car. Where was she? What was happening? For once the reporter had nothing to say as she quietly observed her surroundings. Chest heaving as she turned around in all directions, she smothered the desire to cry as she regained full consciousness. Finally managing to move to a seated position, a voice rang throughout the enclosed area. A voice that struck fear into the redhead like no other. It was nearly impossible to hide the sheer terror on her face as the back door opened and she became face to face with the man that haunted her nightmares.

Summer instantly moved toward the other side of the car, determined to get as much space between herself and the man as possible. “Don’t you dare come near me,” She attempted, using the high spike of her heel to send several forceful kicks in his direction. Despite his offer to help her out, she found it hard to breathe as panic overwhelmed her. As she was grabbed from the car, his fingertips dug painfully into her porcelain skin as she was lead through the unfamiliar building.

Struggling the entire way, the young reporter didn’t realize how dizzy she was until she was standing. Slightly disheveled, the redhead was shoved onto a firm couch. Summer moved quickly to turn around and move from the couch, but he was quick to follow her. His hands roamed across her hourglass frame, causing the ravishing redhead to squirm underneath his grasp. “Don’t touch me!” She gasped, still trying to collect her breath. Her situation still had not fully registered. Part of her hoped that this was simply one of the nightmares that she suffered from often, all starring the Clown Prince of Crime himself.

“Look, I’m not Batgirl- it’s a misunderstanding. That article is completely false. I’m serious!” She replied quickly, shivers racing down her spine at how close he remained to her. His warm breath curled around her sensitive ear, causing her to squirm uncomfortably once more.

The redhead moved to stand up from the couch, her head still pounding. The room they were in had several doors and Summer examined the possible escape routes. The arrival of whatever remained in his large hands was foreign, but that didn’t stop her from asking as she backed away from her. “W-What is that? I told you I’m not Batgirl! This isn't necessary!” Summer insisted once more. She shoved him away from her as forcefully as she could. These encounters always seemed to have a similar pattern – but how did she try to escape from a building she was completely unfamiliar with? Relying completely on instinct, she raced toward the nearest door.


OOC: your post was perfect <3 thanks!
Summer is wearing this: click to see

[The Joker]

The Joker here was the director and Summer was making her audition for Batgirl. He was amused by her attitude. That could not be a positive thing. He looked at her running away. Bobby was at the door ready to stop her, but the Joker shook his head smiling so Bobby stepped back hiding himself from the woman. With still the little container in hand and the brush in his shirt pocket, the clown started walking slowly towards Summer.

She runned towards the nearest door, there were only few doors open and that was one of them, but the clown kept some doors open and some not because of where they led. The door led towards a room filled with working equipments, smokes came out from them, maybe even harmful ones, the clown couldn't know, his acid-things weren't harmful for him. The machineries made noise too so the room was filled with loud sounds and somkes so it was difficult to speak and see in here.

However the Joker liked this room because it was near the other room where his green acid was. He smiled feeling something exciting in him, his heart started beating faster, it happened everytime he was near the acid who made him. Well, Batman made him actually, but the acid helped and Summer, without knowing it, was running towards that acid, but first there was this noisy-smoky room.

There were all these noises and smokes because the machineries were working...who knows on what, but they were working...maybe Summer could be a test subject. The Joker start laughing and his laugh joined the noises. Laughing, he lost view of Summer "Just for the record..." a giggle "...this room is filled with acids and dangerous things...maybe the other room is better...?" he talked with a loud tone trying to be above the noises.

The noises couldn't be heard so well in the living room because of how the building was made, maybe Summer could come back in some other way instead of running towards the room with the green acid...the Joker could become very unpredictable if they would arrive into that room.

However he was observing Summer, if she was really Batgirl then maybe she would react in some inevitable ways, someone could lie about himself until some point, but for him this situation was really funny. He tried to find Summer, this place was really filled with deadly things and the clown here just started playing with her...it wouldn't be funny if she died somewhere in the building.

The Joker put a hand in a pocket and took a pair of strange glasses. He wore them and he saw the room like in a negative. The glasses allowed him to see beyond the things into the very bone...glasses for superficial people. He started searching for her with the glasses trying to find her. Yes, he could have glued his eyes to Summer so he wouldn't have lost her...but really...playing hide and seek was funny!

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It was like a scene from a horror movie. She flung herself toward the only door that met her gaze, despite the bury guard standing in front of it. Summer was lightheaded as she forced herself to continue, surprised as the man simply sidestepped out of the way so that she could go inside it. That detail alone was enough to stop her in her tracks. This nightmare seemed to be never-ending. Summer’s heart raced as her rapid breathing came out in sharp gasps. She struggled for air as the panic practically consumed her, an intensified feeling that she was unfamiliar with and quickly overwhelmed by.

The mechanic squeals emitting from the room might have made her cringe if she had not propelled herself into it. There had to be an exit – an escape. He would let her go eventually; at least, he had in the past. Who was to say that this wasn’t going to be like those times? However, she couldn’t endure the torment like before. The ravishing redhead only hesitated for a moment before heading into the loud, smoke-filled room. The substance quickly filled her lungs and made her even more light-headed than she already was. If she wasn’t convinced that this was so much more than a bad dream yet, the rolling steam drenched her porcelain skin.

In a matter of moments her clothes were drenched from her sprint through the clouds of hot steam. It was hard to remain stealthy as the smoke continued to fill her lungs. She found her pace significantly slower as she searched through the thick clouds for a door. Falling to her knees on the hard, cement floor she stayed low to the ground and covered the lower half of her face to the best of her ability. Continuing whatever direction she assumed was forward,

The thick smog stung her green eyes, instantly producing tears as she forced herself to continue. Part of her wanted to surrender and collapse, but the door ahead of her was enough motivation for her to gather the rest of her energy and push through the pain and ignore the desire to give up. Her hands felt along the door until she mananged to open in, her body falling into this new, mysterious room.

An eerie green glow danced across the walls. Summer forced the door behind her shut. She continued to cough, but uncovered her face. Her body was significantly weakened as she allowed herself to drop to the cool, concrete floor. Other than the green-tinted ceiling, the only thing she could see was her chest rising and falling as she fought to collect her breath.

For now, she was alone in the strange room. Though there were no horribly loud noises or hot, dense steam. However, while she rested with her back pressed to the cool ground she could only dread what was the source of the unusual green that seemed to encompass the room.

OOC: your post was perfect <3 thanks!
Summer is wearing this: click to see

[The Joker]

The Joker looked around with his glasses on that made his face more clownish. He could see through most of the things in the room, however the steam blocked the view sometimes. Joker liked this place or he felt himself as he was in a comfy nest...nah...he sounded like the Penguin now. This place brought always memories to the clown and the memories were a thing that unlikely knocked on his mind asking for enter because out was too cold and...wait...what was he doing? Ha! Right! Playing hide and seek!

His teeth showed up when the clown smiled because he saw some bones run away towards The Door, it was colored in purple with the knob painted in golden, there was hung up a kind of billboard with different captions sometimes, but there was nothing now and the darkness made the door looked less fashionable than it was. The clown took off his glasses and put them in the pocket then he walked in a small passageway that led in the same room where Summer was, but the entrance was different.

The entrance was perfect really because it was above the acid's container and in front of Summer, only the corridor between them. It was a long corridor anyway "Welcome to the The Place Where All Began!" the Joker opened his arms wide, his voice made a strange echo in the room. The acid's green was reflecting on the walls, but it was reflecting on the clown's white face too making his green eyes more...crazy.

The clown started walking towards Summer, one step at a time, slow ones. This room was really quiet, so quiet that someone could hear the noise of the liquid inside the container...a very dangerous green liquid. However, the Joker was making loud noises with his steps on purpose, he liked to see the fear on Summer's face...a fear that Batgirl wouldn't have. The Joker could understand Crane's obsession about fear in these situations.

Suddenly, the clown stopped in a specific spot, he turned and with his gloved hands grabbed the banister looking down at the acid that matched the green in his eyes. Joker lived his bad day in those eyes. He stayed there for a while, he looked like a serious man, but all of a sudden he started a laugh that lasted for a while. When he stopped, the breathing was heavy and he was wiping the tears coming down from his cheeks. Then he fixed himself and started walking again approaching Summer. He was saying nothing, just staring at her with unmoved eyes, his fists were opening and closing in a...well...someone could tell that he was nervous or angry or something else, but you couldn't tell for sure with the Joker.

"You are not doing a good performance..." the clown sighed "...you are risking to lose the role of Batgirl" he shook his head making sounds with his tongue in a disappointing fashion "Tsk...tsk...tsk..." he rose the right gloved index "...well! You can still win the part! You have a final chance!" his eyes opened wide, it was like his eyes wanted to smile "Do you know how to dance?" he offered his hand to her. One of the Bat-Family should know what he meant with that.

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Summer was still panting and coughing as she attempted to prop herself upon her elbows. After several failed attempts, all she wanted to do was continue to lay there to recollect her strength. However, the clown’s familiar voice began to bounce around the walls, causing the redhead to sit up instantly. Her clothing was completely soaked from the steam, clinging to her hourglass frame as she mananged to her feet. Tilting her head upwards, she turned in a full circle before she finally laid eyes on him. What did he mean by that? The place it all began? The Jokers origin wasn’t widely known amongst Gotham – did this green glow have something to do with it?

She didn’t move as he started toward her, mostly because there was nowhere left to run. She could go back into the loud room filled with steam and ear-piercing whistles, but even then it was only a matter of time before he found her again. Summer might as well just stay here, where it was cooler and quieter rather than finding herself at a less pleasant dead-end. The young reporter took a deep shaky breath, attempting to collect herself. Hands shaking with a mix of adrenaline and fear Summer tried to mentally reassure herself, though she couldn’t even begin to describe the complex mix of emotions going through her.

Summer followed his gaze toward the vat of acid. There was a strong connection there she was sure, though she wasn’t going to ask. For once her curiosity was at bay. Regardless of how much she wanted to back away as he approached her, the young reporter stood her ground with absolutely no idea what it was she stood for at this point. Anger boiled inside of her as he continued to refuse the fact that she was not Batgirl. Her own manicured hands curled into tight fists. “I told you…” She began, trying to remain calm though it was clear she was struggling. “I am not Batgirl. That was slander, false information!”

She was starting to get heated, her fiery personality getting the best of her. Fear, confusion, terror, anger and annoyance all seemed to get the best of her. Summer practically loathed that man before her. He had put her through so much in the course of the past year and she wasn’t sure how much she could take without checking herself into Arkham. She was tired of these trials and terrors. Summoning a surprising amount of courage, she wasn’t sure where she had channeled it from. The classic damsel in distress was not a role that Summer wanted to play.

Dance? What on earth did that even mean? Glaring, she looked down at his hand and disregarded it. Instead, she rose her own and without even bothering to think, she moved to strike the man before her painfully in his pale-painted face.


OOC: sorry for the wait, doll! Thanks for being so awesome. Hope my post was okay?
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[The Joker]

OOC: It's perfect! No worries! :=)

A music started when Joker offered his hand to her, it was a waltz. It came from speakers around the room, Bob had turned the music on at the right time as a good henchman that he was. The same offering hand raised blocking Summer's punch, it wasn't a professional punch, it had been too easy to stop it. His eyes didn't even move to see the punch because they didn't need to do it, so his green eyes just kept staring at her. A Bat-Someone couldn't fake a bad punch so much, they were too trained for crazy-man like him. Small smile showed up "No..." the smile went bigger "...punchline" he moved his face close to her, their noses were touching now.

The grip on her hand was really tight, he opened her hand and passed his fingers between hers so now their fingers were intertwined. While doing that, he put the other hand on her hip then he started moving it slowly behind her back and he pulled her body closer to his with a tug, their noses still touching and the smile on his porcelan face still there. The waltz music took a loud twist and the Joker made a turn with Summer in his arms, the turn took a risky way because it was near the balustrade and they could stumble down in the acid container anytime...ohhh he was having fun!

Joker wondered how Summer could look like with his acid on. Oh, wait! The signature! He started talking still dancing with her, a forced dance "Do you know why I have the article before my name?" he asked her, but it was just an introduction for what he was going to do, they weren't here for an interview, they were dancing "It wasn't a nice thing to do..." he made her a casqué with still his face close to hers "...erasing it" he moved his mouth towards her ear "You may not know why there is a The before my name...but you will have it anyway" he whispered in her ear, he was so close that the voice could have been heard clearly even though the music was loud.

The clown turned her making a turn, it seemed that was just another dance-move, but he stopped her before the container and suddenly he bent her arm to make her face the container that was few inches down them. He increased the banding to hurt her arm. The Joker started laughing from behind her, the strident laugh was painful for the ears...yes...even though the music was still there. You know, he laughed a lot.

He was bending the arm with a hand so he grabbed her hair wiith the other "Perhaps I should do an anti-erase-proof signature...so you couldn't erase it this time" he whispered into her ear and blowed into it in a un-romantic way "What do you think about it, my dear?" he giggled, his voice became severe and deep, but the grin was still there and always will be.

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“Ugh!” She protested as he easily blocked her attack. Other than a handful of self-defense classes in the past, she was nothing compared to the abilities that Batgirl hosted. Eyes locked, she did not squirm away, despite how much her skin was crawling. Was he going to strike her back? Or worse? She swallowed, trying to put keep a brave face. Music filled the room though it unnerved the redhead, though her curiosity grew by each passing second. She wanted to tear away from him but something kept her there. Fear? Curiosity? A look of pain distorted her pretty face as his grip tightened on her hand.

A small, unexpected squeal flew from her lips as she instinctively tried to rip her hand away from his. “What are you doing?” She asked. Their faces were so close that she almost didn’t want to risk saying another word. His haunting stare basically forbid her to look away or even blink. She shifted uncomfortably as he put her in position, his hand snaking behind her back. In one shifted, jerking motion Summer found herself dancing with this newfound partner. While she was familiar with the style of dance, her typical partners were usually those of her choice; rich, charming men whose list of accomplishments only rivaled her own. Instead, she was face to face with the infamous clown Prince of Crime himself, growing uncomfortably close to the mysterious vat of green liquid.

She turned to look at the taunting green glow, pressing herself even closer to his slender frame as if he might save her. “Look, I told you the truth, about everything. You need to let me go home.” She attempted calmly and quietly. Her voice shook as her eyes turned back to meet his. Was he going to push her in? Surely she would die instantly, wouldn’t she? His intensive stare lingered, but he spoke once more. “Why?” Summer answered simply. Her pouty lips quivered for a moment, before she pursed them and waited for his answer. Her eyes grew wide. “No!” She declared loudly, attempting to gain more space between them by squirming persistently. “I don’t understand! Why are you doing this to me?” She asked with a fair amount of desperation in her voice. “You cannot brand something that is not your property. You cannot be upset with me for getting rid of it.”

He had branded her before, both mentally and physically. She wasn’t the same person for weeks after. It took months for her to recover, and even there, there were still a part of her that still hadn’t recovered. The fearless reporter that had bravely stumbled into Amusement Mile was still inside here, though so was the newfound, paranoid mess that he had developed – the damaged side of Summer that she tried so hard to hide from everyone else.

She did everything she could to channel that same, fearless young woman. Holding in a shriek of pain as he twisted her arm behind her back, she firmly planted her feet on the ground as if to imply that she was not moving. He continued to apply pressure to her bent arm. Summer bit her bottom lip to avoid making a whimper from the pain. Her body was rigged against his, afraid to move in fear that it might worsen the strain on her arm. Struggling was sure to only hurt worse, but she was not going to give him the satisfaction. She wasn’t going to scream or cry or beg regardless.

As he grabbed a large handful of her hair, it forced her head back. The redhead gritted her teeth as he roughly pulled on her scarlet locks. His threat was clear as she found herself face to face with the container rather than his piercing and uncomfortable eyes. “Whatever you do to me I will find a way to get rid of it, just like last time.” Her teeth were gritted as she attempted to ignore the pain. She planted her feet once more, her heels clicking against the stone floor. With one last effort, she attempted to drive the spike of her heel into his shin in hopes that he may loosen his grasp.

It had occurred to her. He wasn't trying to harm her, he was going to kill her. This reoccurring nightmare was finally going to come to in end, but not in a favorable way. She panicked, turning her head slightly so that he might hear her better. "Please, please don't do this. I'll do anything!" She begged, her eyes welling with tears simply because of fumes produced by the acid.

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Miles away, the heartless queen stood from the lofty heights of her secluded penthouse. The large bay windows gave her a spectacular view of the city. The rare presence of a smirk played on her thin lips as she watched one sector in particular, waiting eagerly to hear the familiar signs of sirens and flashing lights. Her attack was sure to launch soon. Sofia would get revenge on the foolish clown who had dared to go against her. He couldn't say that she didn't warn her, but Sofia needed to find the opportune moment.

Her men had been tailing the clown for a majority of the week, waiting for the orders that had been carefully plotted. Sofia was going to smoke him out, quite literally. Her men would rip through his walls with an entire arsenal of weapons. It was meant to be a quick hit-and-run in an effort to scare him. However, there was always room to improvise. Sofia could literally count down as several sleek black cars pulled up to the Joker's hideout. With deafening sounds, hundreds of bullets began to rip through the walls from the east side.





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[The Joker]

"Mhh...want to cuddle?" the Joker joked when she pressed herself closer to him, however Joker knew the real reason why she was doing that and she was right to fear that green liquid. Then he laughed again putting his head backwards "I need to...? Are you sure? I think you need it more, my dear" he put his face close to hers once more "You wanted my attention and now you have to deal with it...you got attention from me! You should be flattered and instead..." his tone changed suddenly becoming darker and more furious than before "...now you are regretting it! How could you...?!" of course she was regretting all of this, he was going to kill her and Joker understood the situation, but still, he didn't care. He was dancing. He was playing with his toy, but a toy could become boring very soon.

Suddenly, his toy started to squirm trying to push him away, maybe without realizing that doing so it was actually giving the Joker an incentive to do what he was doing. The clown smiled releasing the grip a little to give her the impression she was succeeding, but instead the grip became tight again after few seconds "Why? Why...?! Why do people always want to know why? I don't know if you noticed, but I am not the Question Mark guy, you see..." Joker sighed "...if you have to explain a joke then the joke is not funny" the clown shrugged when she talked about the branding "Logic doesn't work with me" he made her notice.

Joker observed her twitching in his grip and he smiled seeing that. It was really amusing. A nice show, really. Joker giggled "Then it means that I have to mark you again and again...and again..." he sang the last words, but then the singing stopped suddenly because the redheaded hurt his shin. He felt a sudden pain in that spot like there were pins in his skin. Joker made a step back looking down at his shin so the grip loosened a bit. He did this automatically even because he knew that she couldn't be a real threat if she managed to run away. He looked at her again when he heard her words, he liked the fake tears too he liked them because she wasn't really crying, but the fumes made her cry. He smiled, however he didn't have the chance to reply.

Summer couldn't be a threat, but what happened next was: a shooting from the east side of the building. The Joker let go of Summer, at the same time some bullets hit the vat full of acid so now some of the green liquid was gushing from the vat and fumes rose when the acid touched the floor. Joker sighed "Seems that we are always interrupted by something, oh well, hope you know how to swim, adieu!" Joker tried to push her, but he didn't check if the push actually worked or if Summer fell down in the vat. The clown was too busy at the moment. So, he just waved at her and ran towards a pair of stairs that led down. But, attention, he wasn't running away, in fact, he was running towards them.

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“Noooo!” She whimpered, though clung tighter to her captor. Cringing when he mentioned Nigma, she could only imagine what he would say regarding her situation now – or if she would ever see him again….or if she would ever see anyone again. “Okay, okay please! Calm down. We-we-I’ll do anything!” Summer was nearly sobbing as the sound of bullets rang in her ears. She turned hopefully toward the noise. Was that her rescue party? “Harv?” She choked out hopefully, only to find the Joker’s grip no longer on her and an all-over absence of balance. A piercing scream flew from her lips as she began to hurtle toward the green acid that was now pouring out of the vat. Failing, she managed to grasp onto the sharp edge of the vat. The metal dug into her palms as she held on tightly, dangling over the green, glowing substance. Her tear-stained face looked up in horror as she expected the Joker to be leering over her. However, much to her surprise, he was gone.

More shots fired, and Summer summoned all of the strength she had left. Screaming from the pain in her hands, she managed to pull herself up, throwing her body unceremoniously over the edge. She fell for quite some time and landed painfully on the hard, warehouse floor. She whimpered once more and closed her eyes. All she wanted to do way lay there, but with the gunshots and the acid leaking from the vat that she was lying right next to that was not an option.

The source of the gunfire….she needed to make her way there. Still assuming that this was a rescue party her suspicions only grew when bullets continued to rip into the warehouse, now from all directions. The cars on the east side parked, prepared to relay a little message to the Clown Prince of Crime himself. The arrangement of men on the North side were prepared to storm the site. However, after their ammunition ran out, the cars on the west and south sides of the building were instructed to retreat. Too much activity was sure to draw attention. Sofia had only prepared for this to last thirty minutes or less. The clock was ticking. If all was going as plan, seven minutes had passed. The entire building was now surrounded by Sofia’s men while the queen sat in the comfort of her penthouse.

Summer covered her ears to protect them from the repeating gunfire. That certainly was not the approach that the GCPD would take. Still, she limped toward the nearest exit after struggling to find it for quite some time. Oblivious to which direction the Joker had left, she in turn took an alternate route. When she finally managed to stumble outside, sunlight blinded her temporarily. It didn’t take her long to notice that caravan of cars that seemed to surround the Joker’s hide-out. The vehicles literally surrounded the entire perimeter of the building and Summer had escaped through the west side. The helpless reporter raised her hands in defense, still pleading. She had no idea where she was and it was all so overwhelming. Her hands were covered with dried blood. However, it didn’t take her long to notice that this was not a rescue party for her and this was not the GCPD.

A large man with sunglasses lowered his weapon and started toward the cowering young woman. Assuming she was one of the clown’s victims, he stared toward her. Still shielding the sun from her eyes, the festivities of the day had finally caught up with her. The redhead passed out as she was approached and her limp form was placed into the back of the black escalade. She could be useful once she regained consciousness. The large man slammed the door and raised his weapon once more, ripping bullets into the warehouse.

On the other side of the building, the Joker had made an appearance. Some were surprised while others stifled looks of fear. “Hold your fire.” A tall blonde said into a small device on his collar. Within moments the ear-shattering sound of the once-constant gunfire had seized. The blonde was popping his gum menacingly as the man of the hour stepped into the sunlight. “A little present.” He smirked. “Personally from Miss. Falcone. And there’s more to come…..” He chuckled. The blonde spoke once more into the device on his collar, his bright-blue eyes filled with laughter as he waited for a reaction from the clown.



Summer is wearing this: click to see

[The Joker]

The clown watched the situation. This was going to be fun, it already was. Joker forgot about Summer because he had other things to do, better things. His green eyes focused on the blonde talking, if she was Harley then he would smash her face with slaps, just saying.

Joker sighed when the blonde finished talking and simply pointed his finger up in the sky "There's more to come for sure" he smiled and Joker's smiles are terrifying, not because of the aspect, but because of what they meant. Some colorful balloons appeared up there in the sky. A lot of balloons.

The Joker snapped his fingers at the right time and the balloons popped and a green liquid, acid, fell down on the crowd "This is my message to the lovely Falcone's daughter" he laughed hearing the screams and seeing the acid do its job. Even the cars were damaged by the acid.

Joker opened his arms and moved his head up with his tongue out of his mouth. Some drops of the acid fell on him too, on his head, on his shoulders and arms making holes in the clothes and burning the white skin of the clown. The acid fell on the top of Joker's tongue too and Joker started laughing feeling the acid on his body. The pain. But that was a pain he could always handle. The acid already did its job on him.