The Dark Knight's Little Monster (Closed)

[jax_carnor]

Batman watched from the catwalk of the warehouse, he crouched low and leaned against a metal girder. He could feel the rust flaking off of the beam under his gloves as he leaned against it. He scanned around the warehouse trying to determine where they would come in, his source had told him the Joker had designs on hitting this place tonight. This was the first time he had gotten good information about a heist in a while. He had started to wonder what had happened to the Joker, he had gone quiet for a while, this worried Batman. He figured that he had been taking his time to plan something big, he always seemed to go quiet before something big happened. He had a way of getting the underworld to dance to his tune and get them to work for him even if they didn't want to. He let out a sigh, the Joker ran with a crazy crowd and this city wasn't lucky enough for one them off him. He was able to build such loyalty to himself that his inner circle would do anything for him. He was able to trust them and they would do what ever he told them to.

He had tried to determine what was in the warehouse, but all of his sources hadn’t turned up anything. He figured it must have been run by another criminal element if things were so hushed about what was in there. He had done a little preliminary looking around before he gook his observation spot in a dark out of the way place. Nothing seemed to stand out to him, it was labeled as all consumer goods.

He straightened up stretching out some of his muscles and working out some of the tension, he new perched this far up he was going to be hard to see and with his dark outfit no they would probably miss him even if they looked straight at him. He flipped through the vision options for his optics, he went from night vision to infrared and then back. After a while of waiting he started to question his source, he had been given a time and that had long past. He scanned around one more time and started to head back up tot he roof.

He froze as he heard the sound of metal scraping on metal. He tried to zero in on where it was coming from. He crouched low as he found the doors and tried to see if he could determine any movement there. Her heard a metallic pop and light flooded into the dim space as a door was forced open. As soon as the door was open several figures slipped into the warehouse. He could hear them talking in hushed voices. He watched as they searched for what they were looking for. He reached into his belt and pulled out some smoke bombs.

He looked over the figures that he could see, he tried to identify if any of them was the Joker. All of the figures didn’t seem to match his height and build. This crew seemed to be made of taller bulkier figures. That would make sense that you would use them if you were boosting some heavy cargo.

He watched as two of them went over to the roll up doors and started to open that up. The sound of the chains rattling echoed in the warehouse as the door went up.

 

[MadMissJ]

“Ah ha!” A cackle was heard from amid the crowd, booted feet walking along one of the lines were the slabs of pavement on the floor met, her arms outstretched. One had a bat with a copious number of nails sticking out from the head of it and emblazoned with carved and painted messages. “Don’t step on the crack boys! You’ll break yer mother’s back!” She practically jumped on her make believe high wire before skipping out from the brutish bundle that had been surrounding her. Her hair was bright, almost as pale as her impossibly white skin, tipped with pink and blue. A gift as always, from her man. He liked purple, but Harley was of two minds on it. She was of two minds about everything, dancing from good to bad occasionally, that’s what made making up her mind on following through on his job so much fun.

“Gimme that crowbar, will ya?” Tossing her bat aside with a clatter, the woman only had her hold her white palm out for a moment before one of the goons handed her just that, with little effort the clown jabbed the tool into one of the boxes, and with her slight weight pulled at it, chuckling as she swung from the thing that didn’t budge, and with a looked from her glazed eyes, a man in his suit, with his face painted like Joker's came forward. Even with just one hand pushing on the meta,l he could open the box, and Harley Quinn pushed up the top of the box like she was revealing a Jack. But all that flew out was the packing at first, shredded cardboard and the like, falling like snow around her feet, before she found one of the round containers that was contained within.

“Well, looky there! My Puddin’s gunna be so happy.” She tossed the small ball up in the air, those around her physically tensing up as she did, but Harley caught it, inches off the ground and raised it back into her arms to cradle the thing. “You know what he said boys, we got to get these babies all rounded up, before the Bat comes crawling out of his cave. Better get a move on pickin’ um up, Mista’ J ain’t gunna be happy if you blow up his warehouse. AGAIN.” The woman gave a long-suffering sigh, reaching toward the top of the canister, twisting the corrugated metal top like she was twisting a lock of infant hair. “Seems to me that these little babies are important.” She spoke to herself, amid the ruckus of the men working. “What are you gunna grow up to be, Sandy-Dee?”

 

[jax_carnor]

He watched as they filed in and began to work. His eyes had adjusted to the dark and he was able to make out the figures with ease. They were all big and bulky, hired muscle or some of the Jokers other goons. He let them get into the warehouse and do what they are going to do. He wanted to see what they were up to, so he could get an idea of what the Joker had planned for the city. He let them start to open crates, from the shrill voice he could tell that Harley Quinn was leading this raid. Her figure was much slender and smaller than all of the others. He dropped down a few smoke grenades and and dropped down off of the rafters.

His moves were short and compact, he threw a hard elbow and a swift punch. His movements landed with a hard thud, his hits connected directly where he wanted them to. He grabbed one of the goons and threw him backwards. He heard the bodies slamming against the ground.

The level of movement picked up as they started to scatter. He had to act fast to keep as many of them there as he could. He pulled out a bolo from his belt and threw it in the direction of the footsteps. He heard that figure go down with a grunt.

He sprinted after them, he caught one and was able to slam them to the ground. He heard a high pitched grunt. He smirked to himself, could he have gotten her, he wondered.

When the smoke cleared he could see that he had knocked down Harley. "Well well" he coldly. "This should be interesting" he said as he wrapped a tie around her wrists and ankles. He moved quickly and did the same to the rest of them. He piled up the goons but when he came to Harley he threw her over his shoulder and took her the batmobile.

 

[MadMissJ]

She didn’t make herself too hard to catch. After all that was the point of all this, it had been explained to her. She was to go and get the small canisters of god knew what, and get them out if possible, but if she couldn’t and The Dark Dork showed up then she wasn’t supposed to put up more than a bit of a fight, if Bats was with her then he wasn’t stalking her Puddin’. Even as he stood over her as the smoke cleared she turned to smile at him over her shoulder, her red lipstick parting to show pearly white teeth.

“Make sure ya tie me extra tight, wouldn’t want to have me slither outta here, right Bats?” She laughing, and struggled, with an ‘umph’ when she was lifted over his shoulder like little more than a sack of potatoes. “Ohhhhh! We goin’ fer a ride? A drop off to the looney bin again? Remember the last time you took me there? They didn’t even give me slippers, what did they think I was gunna do? Chew on um like a bad doggie?” When he dropped her into the passenger seat she bared her teeth and made a growling noise at the man in black, shaking her head as if she were just that puppy with toy sending her pigtails flying back and forth over her face. Though her hands were tied behind her, Harleen Quinzel made a point trying to shift to get herself comfortable in the familiar ambiance of the Batmobile. Watching the muscled caped crusader climb into his own side where the controls were.

“So, what? Ya needed a date or something on a Saturday night?” She grinned again. “Ya could have just asked Batsy, what girl doesn’t want to take a ride in some coffin with lights?” She gave a put-upon sigh and shifted slightly again. “Ya been workin’ on yer knots? This is pullin’ at my shoulder, hurts a bit more than usual.” She gabbed, if her hands were free she would have been twirling her hair around a finger. There was a long silence before Harley Quinn turned her head to the side to watch Batman, still grinning absentmindedly. “What’cha thinkin’ about?”

 

[jax_carnor]

He watched her as she upped the antics, his dark eyes staring at her from under the black cowl of his hood. He could see her working to get the bindings off, but his company had developed some impressive technology that made them squeeze tighter against the skin the more that she moved. "No they didnt seem to do a good job keeping you locked up" he said as he started up the engines and started to head out.

He pressed a button on the console and a hood cam down over her head "Cant have you seeing where we are going" he said as he took off and started to drive through the street.

"So what were you there to steal" he asked trying to see what he could get out of her "What is the Joker up to" he said aloud. "He has been very quiet, I figured he had found a new play toy" Batman said as he reached over and touched her chin.

They made their way though the city, he took them on a long route, making several circles. Once they reached his lair her got out and went to her side of the car, he pulled the door open and pulled her out of the car.

"Time to see your new home" he said as he pulled the hood off as they stood in front of a large lexan box, the clear prison cell had one door. He pulled it open and pushed her in side. "Take the tour" he said as he shut the door and locked it behind her.

 

[MadMissJ]

The Clown laughed as the mechanism dropped over her eyes and the growling tone of The Bat said that his last few attempts had failed to hold her. Her guffaws were loud in the compartment they were in, and there was a tinge of that madness that slipped into it. Made the end seem more like a shriek than proper amusement.

“Oh, well yeah, I’m pretty talented.” She bragged, and started to hum to herself as the Caped Crusader started to ask her questions. The tune was like something one would hear in a merry-go-round or an ice cream truck. An upbeat melody that looped again and again, the short tune filled her own ears as her sooty lashes blinked closed behind the blinders. She wasn’t supposed to say anything about her Puddin’ so she didn’t, or tried not too until there was a soft touch against her face and he ask her if she’d been replaced. The reaction was sharp, her teeth trying to catch the glove that had touched her.

“There ain’t no replacin’ me! He loves me!” The anger evident in her formerly cordial tone. “I’m his number one gal.” Just thinking that over again, relaxed her. She smiled again. “My Puddin’ he knows what he’s got. Whose gunna cheer him up when he can’t turn his frown upside down?” She was very confident, dismissing the thought Batman had tried to plant in her head. “Sometimes he forgets, after you’ve been a pain in the backside. He gets angry, but eventually he remembers. He always remembers that I’m his ‘Funny Face’.” She reminisced softly, though she was noticing that the drive back to Arkham was taking its sweet time, and the stop he made seemed ominous.

"Time to see your new home"

“Huh?” The pixie like girl accepted the help up and out of the car, narrowing her eyes and looking at the cell. “This ain’t Arkham, Bats…” The shove from behind and the fact that her feet and hands were tied together didn’t help to keep her from falling into the plexiglass box, and Harley didn’t have a chance at protecting her face except to turn with the push, landing on her shoulder with a cry of pain. “You treat all your guests so nicely?” Harleen rolled onto her back, doing exactly as The Dark Knight had instructed. Looking around her. “Nice an’ cozy. Not all black. You usin’ a new decorator?”

 

[jax_carnor]

Batman left her there and went to his area and took off his armor. He stored it on its stand, he inspected the pieces as he took them off to make sure there wasn't any defects. He put it away and changed into a black suite. He put on a mask to keep his identity hidden.

He walked back to where she was and unlocked her cell. He watched her looking at him, he came next to her and pushed her down to the ground. He rolled her face down. He gook the bindings off her wrists and her feet.

"So what were you after" He asked as he moved back to the door. He looked at her "So the Joker is sending you out to run his errands now" He said "why wasnt he there" he asked.

"I hope you like it here cause your going to be here for a while" he said. "I got to figure out what to do with you now" He smirked "if the Joker is as into you as you think he is, then he should be looking for you right" he said.

 

[MadMissJ]

“Well, Well, Well…” The clown girl spoke, her words muffled against the ground as her cheek pancaked out, beneath the pressure the man put against her as he untied her bindings. “Ain’t you lookin’ ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ with that suit and mask on?’ Talking around her molars trying to bite into the flesh of her cheek was only a momentary predicament, as the less intimidating man behind the mask let her up. The girl was sitting up and rubbing her wrist, the look on her face as defiant as it was amused.

"So what were you after"

“Dunno.” She shrugged her shoulders, her hands palm side up to the ceiling.

"So the Joker is sending you out to run his errands now"

“Guess so.” She grinned, standing up to stretch, hands linking over her head as she did so.

"why wasnt he there"

“Dunno.” Her hands dropped down behind her, bouncing against her backside. Blue eyes widened with innocence.

"I hope you like it here cause your going to be here for a while"

Harley looked around the bare cell, walking a few steps away and turning toward the man in the suit. “Ain’t as bad as some, ain’t as good as others. Who knew The Bat was a fan of minimalist design? I had ya pinned as a nouveau architecture man myself. Judging by your fancy car.” Again, the smile was on her face, and she turned in a small distracted circle.

"I got to figure out what to do with you now"

“What do ya mean, Batsy?” The Clown narrowed her eyes at him once more. “I ain’t no good to you, and usually you drop me back off at school like a good parent. Pullin’ right up to the entrance and making sure I get inside safe and sound.”

"if the Joker is as into you as you think he is, then he should be looking for you right"

That made her frown, reminiscent of one of those thrift store paintings that came out of the ‘30’s. Her shoulder’s sloped forward.

“Yeah, maybe. My Puddin’ he’ll remember eventually. He always does. Well, not always, but he means to.” Her melancholy was only momentary, and once more she brought her gloved hands up to grip at the ends of her ponytails, pulling on the dyed ends. “What are ya gunna do with me? And what’s this place? It ain’t Arkham or the Gotham Police DUMBpartment. Where’d you dig up this dungeon? Renting from one of your bat-friends?”

 

[jax_carnor]

Batman smiled at her "Its a deep dark hole, that no one will ever look into" he said as his smile faded. "No one will ever find you, no one will even get close" he said.

"I know that you have impeccable taste in clothing" he waiving at her outfit "so I didnt want to do to much to clash with your style so I will leave the decorating up to you".

"Well that is just sad that you cant help me with some information" he said shaking his head. "If you provided something useful maybe I could make your say here a little more pleasant" he said offering. He didnt expect her to take him up on it, but it was worth throwing out the bait.

"I do find it sad that your his girl and all, but yet you know nothing of what he has planned" He shook his head "he must not trust you very much or think you could help him with his plans" he said seeing how much fire this would provoke.

He moved to the door "Well I have some things to attend to, so I will let you get back to what ever you were doing" he said.

He opened the door and stood in the door way "Dinner is in" he looked at his watch "three hours sharp, please dont be late" he said as he stepped out and shut the door. Leaving her alone.

 

[MadMissJ]

She wasn’t so sure she liked it when The Bat smiled at her. It was creepy, like one of those illusions that Scarecrow could conjure, showing his victims the dregs of nightmares long forgotten. She’d had a run in once with him before she’d met Mistah J. His intake evaluation before he was going to be put in a cell, she remembered cats…lots and lots of cats. And she’d been alone.

Stupid straw for brains.

Still, the bat was goading her and though she knew better, she was rising to the bait. But she had one job here and that was to keep Batsy-Boy off her Puddin’ tail. So, while he talked, she put her hands over her ears, laying back on one of the only two pieces of furniture in the clear cell. Her back on the table top and her booted feet fiddling with the chair. One heel finding purchase on the back and the other on the seat of it. Rocking the thing back and forth. When Bats told her that she’d be expected to be on time for dinner, she finally dropped her hands. Though remained prone.

“Ya know, I have a doctorate. In Psychology.” Harleen Quinzel had been a promising new mind once in the employ of Arkham Asylum. Fresh out of Gotham U. “I know all your little tricks!” She yelled as the lone person in the room closed the door and turned to walk away.

“Whatever.” Now that she was alone, Harley pushed herself up on to the chair she’d been fiddling with. Balancing on the back and side, trying to get the chair under her to walk across the slick floor of her prison. She’d had to jump off a few times, and got bored and turned the table upside down, balancing on her tip toes on each of the table legs, hoping back and forth, much like the rollicking performer she was named after. All she had to do was bide her time, take her chance and once the door to her cell opened again was when she took it.

It was with a quick “Ha!” that she threw a few of the smoke pellets that she kept on her person. Darting around the cell with the quick ease of the gymnast she’d been, making for the door. He’d never searched her, Bats was falling down on the job, and Harley could taste freedom once she reached the door to the cell.