Joker's Gift [Batman]

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Warren Arechavaleta – a very wealthy businessman from Spain, one of the few wealthy businessmen these days that is actually completely legitimate with no criminal record. However, despite not being a criminal, he has a love for guns. Not shooting them, not hunting with them, not even having them be functional at all – he likes how they look, and that’s about as far as that love goes. He has hundreds of luxury weapons hung on his walls, the majority of them only for show – and he’s looking to add another to his collection.

Guns of Gotham, one of the leading gun manufactures in the city, that’s where he’s been ordering his custom made weaponry during his time away from home…and someone has been keeping an eye on it. Three in the morning, the store has been closed for hours now – it’s time to initiate the plan. Before long, someone flips up onto the roof using a grappling hook, landing on their feet, hair in ponytails and skin-tight black and red outfit; it can only be one person. “I can’t wait to see Mistah J’s face when I get him this present!”

It’s Harley Quinn, a huge grin on her face as she marches across the roof towards the ventilation shaft, pulling out her baseball bat and swinging it so it collides with the grating full force, breaking it off. “I’m really tired of climbin’ through these dirty vents! Oh well! It’ll all be worth it!” Slipping inside rather quickly, she carefully climbs through it until she reaches one of the grates, prying it off and dropping down into the store which is shrouded in darkness. Harley feels around her body until she finds what she’s looking for, grabbing hold of it and lifting it up, she presses down on the button as a ray of light blasts out of the flashlight in her hand.

“Now, time to find puddin his present…” being careful with every step, Harley finds a locked door with a large sign slapped on the front reading ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY’, this only makes her nod her head as she takes a step back before throwing her leg forward, her boot colliding with the door and kicking it open. Unfortunately for her, this sets off an alarm inside, the red light within flashing on and off rapidly – looks like she’s going to have some company sooner rather than later. “It's never easy, is it!?”

Shaking her head, stomping her foot in frustration, Harley is a lot quicker with her movements as she frantically searches around for her target – that’s when she comes across exactly what she’s looking for. On a stand, it’s Mr. Arechavaleta’s order that he’ll surely be disappointed to find missing when he comes to pick it up in a few hours. It’s a rocket launcher, something the store doesn’t usually develop as it doesn’t meet the regulations of gun laws in the city…but the owner of this particular store was offered a large sum of money for it. Corruption is everywhere in Gotham City.

It isn’t just any rocket launcher, either – it’s bright even in the darkest of rooms, the metallic plating looks to be made of some kind of platinum, and it has several diamonds engraved on the sides. This must have cost millions. “It’s…it’s beautiful…” wiping away a tear and sniffing a little bit, Harley reaches forward, grabbing hold of it and placing it on her shoulder. “Mistah J is going to LOVE it!” It’s heavy even for her, but she copes with it rather easily. Harley crouches down to look at the rockets leaning up against the stand, reaching out and grabbing one of them so she can slide it inside and load the deadly weapon.

She grabs two more rockets, slipping them in open holsters of her belt – feeling satisfied, Harley marches back out into the main store, reaching behind the counter and pressing the button as the shutters fly up to reveal the glass door and windows. “Well, this was actually all a lot easier than I expected! Good!” Making her way over to the door, Harley kicks at it, shattering some of the glass as she does so, she walks out with the custom made rocket launcher resting on her shoulder. “Time to get this baby back to puddin’!”

Sirens are heard off in the distance, the police are finally responding to the alarm, but Harley is going to be long gone by the time they arrive…at least, that’s what she expects. That doesn’t last long as she notices something at the corner of her eye, spinning around and aiming the rocket launcher in the direction of the figure. “WHO’S THAT!? SHOW YOURSELF! I’m gonna blow ya to pieces if you don’t! Well...I'm probably gonna blow ya to pieces either way...” Fiddling around with the rocket launcher, Harley takes a few steps back, feeling as though she’s ready to shoot.