City of Chaos (October 31, 2016)

[Nightwing]

7:00 PM

The sound of a rumbling engine growls in the midst of night as Bob, a driver for prison transport, looks alert. His goal is to get these prisoners from place A to place B and be done with it. What he doesn't count on are the numerous Jeep Wranglers barricading the area and preventing him from proceeding forward. So to see what the hold up is, the man begins to yield and although unclear at first due to his headlights, spots a man in a khaki colored trench coat standing there. Held firm in his hands are two handguns that immediately strike fear into the heart of poor Bob. He just wanted to do his job and return home to his family. But decisions had been made, and consequences were to be reaped. Slowly he peers over the steering wheel into the night and stares at the figure hesitantly.

"Turn off the bus." the cold tip of a rifle can be felt against his now clammy skin and Bob freezes up. Doing exactly as told but, also glancing slightly to see it was the Cop sent along with him doing this to him. They were supposed to be on the same team. Then again in a place like Gotham where everyone was crooked - should he really be at a loss for words? Outside the voice can be heard clearly now and Bob listens praying his death wasn't etched in stone here.

"These prisoners won't be sniffing Arkham's new paint job anytime soon. They can thank Hugo Strange for that." the voice began. "But your freedom, dear friends...comes courtesy of the Black Mask." A prisoner from the back shouts out in return as each of them all begin exiting the transport bus to stand in front of Black Mask. "Black Mask? But you're supposed to be dead."
"If that were true, you wouldn't be a free man right now, Crane. But make no mistake, freedom comes at a price. Repaid to me with a little of your effort and a smidgen of your time."
"With you as our leader? You should know, I follow no one." a certain plant loving criminal bit back ever defiantly.
"And look where that's gotten you, Ivy. All of you. Until now of course." Black Mask said, glaring at each individual.
"Didn't you hear the lady? We're not anyone's followers!" shouted one of Gotham's crime lords, who impulsively dashed toward Sionis with obvious bad intentions.
"Watch and learn, friends. M-32 activate." upon speaking those words, a huge explosion in the distance would grab everyone's attention as flames waved wildly. But, what everyone failed to notice at first was the crime lord who was down on his knees holding his face. And when he revealed his face there was barely one. His skin was gone, and his flesh was a disturbing sight. It was as if they were looking at a Halloween decoration. Most of the prisoners watched with little to no fear while some showed their fear to which Roman fed off.

"It's worth mentioning... Each of you were given a chemical implant with your sedatives during your recent stay at Blackgate. The implant is radio activated. And, well, you've seen what it triggers. Death."
Croc lets out an irritated growl targeting Black Mask with a glare. "You'd better have a damn good reason!"
"Heh. A reason? Didn't you hear? Batman is gone. Light it up, boys." he laughed, tossing off the trench to reveal a white suit, as the prison transport bus blew up right behind them sending poor Bob to his doom in a fiery hell.  

[Dysfunctional Harley]

Not knowing as to why she was on yet another bumpy joyride, on her way to some sort of place were they kept so called bad people. Harley had only shot two people and bite someone's nose off this time. It’s not like she lit a house on fire, or shot up an amusement park this time around. Last time she was on a bus it was taking her back to Arkham for exploiting herself for money then murdering the men who tipped her.

Her pale skin pressed up against the window to see all the excitement, as all the prisoners were getting up and lining outside the bus Harley couldn’t get a good view. “ What does a girl gotta do to get a good seat in town.” Annoyed she hopped right out of her seat, without thinking she forcefully grabbed the prisoner in front of her head,throwing him to the ground. “ Ya snooze ya loose.” Stepping over him she bobbed her head back in forth making her way to the front of the bus. Exiting the bus her eye’s locked on to the dark figure that was speaking, not getting a good enough glimpse of what sounded to be a man. Cutting everyone in line, she could see her bestest friend in the whole world, Poison Ivy. This man and Ivy was going back at it, Harley was damned that she was going to have any man talk to her like that. Ironic considering whom Harley herself was on and off again dating.

Walking up to Ivy , she placed her arm around on Ivy’s shoulder, “ Hiya red, this creep buggin ya?” Harley spoke before she could swallow her words, not realizing the man was none other Black Mask, a businessman that her puddin's was once in a deal with. Black Mask was one to give Harley the heebie jeebies. “Hiya, long time no see, Mask. Got a Mrs yet?” Trying to defuse the situation she just caused. Speaking of diffuse that's the exact opposite, of what the intimidating man with the mask did. Blowing off the one of the inmates face. “ Woah that was wicked let’s do it again.” Smiling as she saw the victim's face. “ Now ya have someone else who can wear a scary black mask just like ya. Oh father and son reunion? If ya need to get to know one another, I know a great therapist. Ha/” Harley was having a heyday and just slaying herself away with jokes up until Black Mask mentioned that they all were implanted with the bombs. Her face sunk in, gulping. Thinking to herself how could she get out of this predicament.

Harley was off her pills so she couldn’t focus on staying worried, once the man said Batman was gone, the hellish grin widened up looking behind her as the bus went up into flames. Busting out in joy, “ Good riddance, batsy.” She sung as she danced in circles.  

[Son Of the Bat]

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A sneering face stared back at Damian in the mirror. Lips pursed up, nose wrinkling. It was Damian’s natural expression, a face he fell back on when he wasn’t sure how else to look. He tried to smooth out his course features, relaxing his face muscles until only a blank look remained. For a fleeting moment, Damian had to wonder, did father look like this? It wasn’t hard to imagine so. Mother always did say that he and Father shared a special likeness, something other than the deep blues of their eyes and their strong jawlines. But looking in the mirror, Damian could only see tan skin and all the middle-eastern traits inherited from his other family.

Peering down at himself, Damian smirked. He specifically told Alfred what clothes he wanted tonight, and the butler had given him a dry, wary look. It seemed that Alfred had finally learned not to trifle with Damian’s whims. As a servant, Pennyworth was adequate. But there was hope yet for further improvement.

Damian’s white, pin-striped suit needed to be tailored to fit him, presumably because the store did not typically sell these suits to young men such as himself. At least, that’s what the store manager told him. A red tie clung to his collar, accompanied by red buttons trailing down the seams of his coat. He began to wonder whether the cane was too much.

He turned to his bed, upon which sat a nearly fully grown Great Dane. "Well, Titus? Cane or no cane?"

Titus lifted his head, tail beating against the bed covers.

"You’re right. I couldn’t possibly attend without the cane." The dog panted contentedly when Damian reached out to scratch his ears. In some cultures, dogs are considered sacred creatures that followed their masters faithfully, even in the afterlife. Damian privately hoped that Titus would follow him too. Even if that place was hell.

Damian straightened his figure. Chin up. Shoulders back. Become the regal lord that Mother trained you to be. Alfred, not Father, was waiting for him by the time he walked into the main entrance. Damian clicked his tongue. They were late enough as it is, and now Father insisted on making him wait as well. He had half a mind to refuse to attend the damn event at all. Trick or treating...Such a child's concept. There were better things he could be doing with his time. Like patrolling.
Striding down the grand staircase, he saw Alfred with his father nowhere in sight. A frown showed and Alfred took notice he may not be able to protect his Master's secret for much longer. "Where. Is. He. Pennyworth?" Damian demanded to know. As he at this time folded his arms across his suit and stared deep into the old features of the butler. "I'm afraid Master Damian, after recent events- your father won't be returning for quite a while. In the meantime, I was instructed to take you trick or treating myself where the two of --" Alfred was cut off by the marching steps of Damian back up the staircase and when out of view, the loud slam of his room door.

Inside his room, he began stripping off the stupid suit. And later would sneak down into the cave to retrieve his Robin suit and get a update on Gotham itself. It wasn't until after he put his outfit on that Alfred came chasing down the steps waving a arm. "Master Damian. Just where do you plan on going?" asked a worried Alfred. "I'm going to do what I do best, Pennyworth. Don't you see these news reports? Batman may have decided to abandon Gotham, but Robin won't." Alfred doesn't stop the boy as he goes over taking a long look at all that's gone on since Bruce's leaving. His covers his mouth with a gloved hand and turns to see Damian already leaving the cave on his motorcycle. Immediately Alfred opens a com-link to inform someone who has history of protecting Damian from himself and says, "Master d**k. I'm afraid I'll require your assistance." is all he says standing there looking at the pictures of what is left of Blackgate and other gruesome details.
 

[Veranda Girl]

Growing up with an italian mob boss for a father usually came with "luxuries" such as scheduling father daughter time or not even seeing her father at all on several occasions. Helena had to come to grips very early on that Franco Bertinelli would always put his work before her, no matter how shady the dealings were at their core. For awhile Helena had merely accepted the distance and let her life continue, ignorant to the atrocities her father committed. How many people he ******** over, robbed, and had killed. Men like him were what pushed Helena to spend her nights wearing a mask in the first place. People like him who thought power was everything and that by using said power, they could walk over whomever they please. In a series of events, she made sure that her father had a chance of never seeing the light of day again. Inspired by Batman's crusade, Helena constructed a guise for herself, taking on the name Huntress.

Helena stood tall on the edge of the roof of her low-rent apartment. Even a city like Gotham had seen better days but this was new, something more. Rioters filled the streets, small fires lit the darkened alleys and could be seen from her perch. Screams and cries for help were all in ear shot at once. It was as if every Gothamite was in danger of something down there. Murdering scum walked among innocent women and children and much to her surprise, the GCPD was nowhere to be found, nor Batman for that matter. Didn't have to spend a few hours patrolling the city to realize that.

"The gloves are off tonight. I won't be pulling any punches for filth like this." Helena loaded a bow into her crossbow, fading into the heart of Gotham as she jumped head first into the action.  

[Just A Tad Bit Insane]

“Mister J, sir. We’eve received word of a bus that’s been took hostage.” One of the henchmen spoke as he walked into the clown’s office. Spinning around in his chair, the pale face rose up, his piercing green eye’s locked into Jonny’s. “ Ugh, tell me what this has to do with me. Why are you wasting your last breath.” Snarling at the messenger boy. “ It’s Harley, Black Mask has taken advantage of a bus that consists of a handful of Gotham's villains. We have received the coordinates.” Rolling his eyes, he crumbled up his fist, pounding it against the desk. His pale hands reached for his gun, that layed next to the blueprints to destroy Batman one he returned back to Gotham. Picking up the gun the Joker winked at the messenger. The fear, the sweat, the trembling jaw, the sound of the heart beating faster than it normally does, all gave the sinister villain more joy in what he did. Firing the gun, watching as the bullets pierced the man’s chest. “ Mhm what was that saying again? Oh it was, NOT to shoot the messenger, a little late now.” Finding himself amusing, he picked up the post it note that contained the location. The joker thought to himself it’s not polite to not invite someone to a social gathering.

Gathering a handful of his henchmen, “ Skully has really outdone himself, if he wanted to borrow the maggot all he had to do was ask, I would have given her to him for free.” Joker spoke aloud on the ride. Arriving at the scene, prisoners were exiting one by one from a bus. Could it be the very bus that had the he created puppet was on. Mr Crane was the first one to not only speak up for the first person, Joker recognized. Then along came Ivy, she was beautiful no doubt on that, but Joker could never get a hard on around her, the whole plant fetish killed it for him. Of course Harley was right beside her side. A ugly man-creature covered in scales whom needed a tooth brush, Killer Croc happened to be there to. “ Everyone was invited weren't they, grr.” Rolling his eye, he smashed his head on the car window.

Black Mask had been playing with explosions, the one person who knew explosions best was Joker himself. Not only did he have to share causing the Bat family hell, but now sharing explosions. The clown prince did not like sharing a sandbox now he has to deal with other stealing his toys. Thought when the explosion tore off a prisoner's face, it was without a doubt entertaining. Chuckling to himself, he would never admit that he laughed at someone else's joke. Springing out of the sun roof of the car like a jack in the box, the dashing clown slowly gave a sarcastic round of applause. “ Mhm it’s just quite rude not to be invited to a party, it’s also very disrespectful to steal other people's ideas. “ His red lips broke apart to reveal his smile. Opening his hand was a red button, pressing down on the button. ‘Boom… HaHa Ha.” The iconic laugh was set free before anything happened. Within moments of laughing, explosions bursted from the group of jeeps. Soon vehicle parts and the secuirty gurards body limbs were thrown into the air. “ Trick or treat, my friends. Oh don’t mind me, let the party began.” Picking up a burnt arm, that still had blood pouring out, The Joker handed it to Black Mask. “ Need a hand?”
 

[Archon Thorne]

The death of the criminal, whose name he could not even recall, did not bother Victor Fries in the slightest. It was all too evident that none of the individuals here in question, were in any kind of position to deny Black Mask claim. Otherwise, the mask wouldn't have even bothered to appear before them, knowing full well that to state that he was in now in charge of them would have resulted in death through any various mean of death whether that be at the maw of Killer Croc, Ivy's carnivorous plants, or the knife work of Zsasz.

Victor was more than familiar with Black Mask, having worked with him several times in the past in exchange for resources in his own work. He was more than aware what the crime lord was capable of and had no intention of crossing his path. In fact, he was rather annoyed to find himself at the man's mercy , much rather preferring a partnership than servitude. He didn't give another thought to it when Roman spoke again. Batman.Gone? What madness was this? Had the Dark Knight been slain in his fight against the terrorist Ras Al Ghul? Or fallen int he vicious bombings that had followed with? Or perhaps he was merely biding his time to recover? Who could say. All that could be said was that this was an opportunity unlike any other.

He stared at the Black Mask with new fascination now, already surmising what was to follow but asking his next question nonetheless. " What is it that you need done?"  

[Talia Demon]

Located somewhere in Gotham....

A heavy curtain of stagnate air lingered in what would be considered a dimly lit room. Barely any circulation of air could be seen stirring the veil that covered a room that at one point had been lively with activity in this lifetime. Genuine crystal shards hanging from the ceiling swayed idly like broken marionettes waiting to be toyed with. Movement along the wooden planks caused a stir in the force as a light breeze caused each individual crystal to sparkle with some life as light made its presence known. The light from the crystals sparkled upon the plain white sheets covering furniture located in some dank location near the heart of Gotham. Perhaps from one of the elite Gothamites? The true nature of the location was unknown, a forgotten place, soon to be remembered.

With the swift strike of a wooden match against a slate stone surface, fire ignited! The flame flickered wildly before being placed upon a candle wick. Burning at the wick quickly, the flame seemed to not just ignite one candle but many simultaneously. There wasn't a solitaire soul found in the room, but a multitude, surrounding a singular cloaked figure standing before the first lit candle. At the base of the candle, slender gloved fingertips idly stroked the surface of a known symbol of The Demon's Head.  

[High VoItage]

During the events of The Demon's Revenge..



Everywhere you looked, Gotham City was practically a ball of burning fire, destroying jobs and lives alike in it's wake. The flames reached over the land as buildings crumbled and Gothamites fled, down the street they went to safety as best as they could. The fire seemed to be the least of their worries as some of Gotham's worst had piled onto the grim streets that ran red with blood of the innocents. All of them were coming from Arkham Asylum running in a psychotic frenzy. "Hold the line!" Yelled Commissioner James Gordon as he and other GCPD officers ducked behind their blockade of squad cars. Their gear was a step up from their usual wear, taking no chances with what the night has thrown at them previously. Gordon's handle on his gun never wavered as he stared down the sights of his weapon, aimed perfectly down the middle of the street. The worst of the worst were locked up in there, now barreling towards them with no signs of stopping and before Jim knew it, the sound of gunfire filled the air in an almost rhythmic tone that promised blood would surely be had.

Now...

Jim shook himself back to reality, away from the travesty of that night five days ago. He had stumbled into deep thought after his eyes trailed over the fine print of the Gotham Gazette detailing what little they could about what happened. The atrocities and violence that civilians witnessed. Even reading about it was a tough one. Five days later could anyone really say they were better off? Gotham never quite healed like it should have. Sure, some people pulled themselves together but only for a bigger fight that was now right on their doorsteps. With Arkham gone and their connection to Blackgate cut off, several of Gotham's scum wandered the streets doing whatever they pleased, leaving bodies in their path. It took a lot off of his shoulders knowing Barbara was at least away from this mess, pursuing her dreams the right way everyone else should be in this sick, sick world. She was strong but not the hard life wasn't for just anyone.

Gordon took a heavy sigh as he lifted up from his seat, emptying the last bit of coffee from his cup. Exiting onto the main floor, the officers were just as hectic as ever, scrambling all over the place trying to get from one part of the building to the next. The cells that had been used to occupy immediate criminals were vacant having escaped when the going got good during Ra's Al Ghul's attack. "Any word on that prisoner transport?" Gordon asked of Officer McKenna.

"Not a peep, Commissioner. They've just stopped responding altogether.

"Jesus, weren't they supposed to check in twenty minutes ago? "

"Like I said: total radio silence. You know, after the last few nights we've had, I was kind of hoping for a pretty light night."

"That's Gotham for you. Never a dull moment." Leaving McKenna to her business prior to their brief conversation, his gaze wandered out over to everyone working hard at whatever they could get their hands on. They were trying to re-establish control over the city. Running patrols, reaching out to those who've suffered multiple tragedies, and so forth. This time around it was just a task too great for the GCPD to handle in a few nights. Unaware to anyone who may have cared, Gordon had climbed up the several steps to the top of the GCPD rooftop where he was met with the Bat-Signal, still intact and untouched by the events of October 26th. Everyone knew he was gone. No one really wanted to talk about it, some believing it to be that the fight simply just got too much for him and he abandoned them all to suffer whatever the hell was coming for them. Others believed he had a plan, that he just needed time and once given that time, he would make his return. As Jim's hand trailed over the expanse of the mechanical signal, he hoped dearly for the latter.

"This is going be a long Halloween."  

[Son Of the Bat]

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Damian retained his signature pout as he stared out into Gotham. He could definitely take out at least half the city tonight on his own. Damian seriously doubted that these low lives were that tough to deal with; if Grayson and Father could do it, so could he. He was the fighter of the family...And the best Robin. He continued thoughts on this particular subject while his eyes scanned the streets, looking for a crime in progress. Then almost as if it were fate the shriek of a woman blocks away garnered his attention. Robin stood fully and extended his cape to take one big leap gliding towards the alley with purpose. Upon landing he kept to the shadows, his hood atop his head as he watched three men trying to rape a woman.

"Scream all you want b***h. Ain't you heard? Batman's gone." the thug yelled. Causing the already pissed Robin to step into view. "Let her go." Robin ordered. The thugs all glanced at each other then proceeded to laugh. "Look boys. Someones taking Halloween a little too serious. Go on kid, scram before you get hurt." to reinforce his threat the thug would reveal to the child assassin a gun. Robin hissed. "Fine punk. You can end up like Batman too; dead." The lead man lunged at him, but Damian was small, and he just slid out of their grip. Obviously they weren't used to fighting someone so small. Damian grinned and took a groin shot, hitting the guy in the jaw as he bent forward. The punch connected and he continued, letting his gauntlets carve a thin line up the guys neck. His opponent fell backward, letting out a howl of pain. When he stood up the other two were paralyzed with fear having already backed away from the woman slowly and dropping their weapons. As for the woman she fled soon as they took their eyes off of her.

Robin tightened his glare on them underneath his mask. "You two aren't going anywhere." he said in an menacing tone. The commotion outside must have been loud because behind Damian a door swung open and exiting were none other than the Gotham Underground. Also known as Black Mask's new pawns. They saw him and immediately began puffing out their chest ready to take him on. Their entrance also gave his former uncooperative opponents confidence. Damian didn't care. He had defeated one hundred of his Mother's best assassins at the age of seven. These clowns probably couldn't even make him break a sweat if they so pleased it. He carefully assessed his surroundings as they took the time to run their mouths.

"Whattadowe got here? Lost bird scrapping in our backyard? Kid you should've done like the Bat and disappear. Gotham belongs to the Black Mask now."



 

[High VoItage]

Waylon's dark yellow reptilian eyes widened as the bus came to a screeching halt. Considering his size, he had been on more than his fair share of secure rides to a prison facility and they made very few stops unless extremely necessary. This could have been his chance to escape if it had not been for the overly excessive amount of restraints thrown on him. An extremely durable muzzle prevent Waylon from speaking, keeping him from even letting out the slightest bit of a snarl. His large metallic cuffs connected down the middle keeping his arms close to one another and way from other inmates getting too close. That night it seemed like everyone was getting cuffed and sent off to whatever prison was left standing considering all Croc was doing was trying to flee and protect himself from those clowns wearing their pajamas. Not even Waller could take the time to at least pardon him and other members of the squad for their services in the past.

In a moments notice, the driver at the front dropped to the ground, blood spilling onto the bus floor with whom everyone else thought was his partner standing over him. Once he moved out of the line of sight, everyone could see it. It was him: Black Mask. One of the prisoners went to the front of the bus, taking the keys for Croc's locks in their hand. Each lock snapped out of place with a click that satisfied Waylon's ears. Before the overly helpful inmate knew it, Waylon swung his scaly arm at him, that sent him his body halfway out of the bus. "Thanks." Croc called back to him, completely unapologetic for what just transpired. By the time Croc stepped off of the bus, another man arrived just as deranged if not only slightly crazier and more ambitious. With him, he brought the destruction of several vehicles behind the now freed criminals. But, there was a catch. He was using the Waller method for getting criminals with their own agenda in line. He just couldn't escape the life of being hindered by a death inducing explosion within his system. Not to say he didn't mind working for him, it wouldn't have been the first time but to know that if the device Sionis used to activate the bombs had fallen into the wrong hands the notion that they could all potentially kick the bucket didn't sit well Waylon.

"I'd have paid a lotta of dough to see the Bat get done in." Waylon added to everyone's shock, amusement, and excitement knowing that the person who stood in their way for so long was now gone. Out of sight, out of mind and Killer Croc couldn't have it any other way.  

[Nightwing]

Black Mask set a bored gaze on the Joker and his 'grand' entrance. The clown was someone he hated to deal with in any capacity. He was truly a wild card and for a person like Mask who intended to rule Gotham alone, something would need to be done with him. "If you're done. No. I don't need a hand. You weren't invited for a reason. But I'm glad you're here. And I'm also glad you ask, Fries. Because my first order as the new Dark Knight of Gotham is to do what the Bat failed for many years to do; that's rid this place of it's sick and deranged starting with you." Roman's eyes settled on the Joker then as he backed away giving room for Freeze to work. "Freeze him. But don't kill him. He's an integral part to the people accepting my rise." said BM, who knew very well Freeze did not have his gun, but knew it would distract Joker enough for him to look at the other villain.  

[Dysfunctional Harley]

Seeing the snow man get off the bus, she made her way over to Mr Freeze, “Heya frosty, ya still owe me a snow cone.” Harley was about to start a fight until her eyes wondered off and saw the Joker.Her eye’s grew, her heart sunk, her green haired lover had showed up either to instigate a fight, or to rescue her. She was leaning more on the first option, but she was still optimistic. Harley slowly approached her lover who she was told had been finally put to an end by the bats. Watching him pull out a device with a big red button, “ Uh oh” her out loud voice slipped. It was all in slow motion but yet went by so fast, exploding car after another went up in the air along with guards, fourth of july had came early. Running up to the prince of crime, she kissed his cheek. “ Puddins, ya came for me.” Standing by his side, she awaited for a punch line as he handed Black Mask a severed arm. Batting her eyes at him, she couldn't but adore the man who changed her for her own good.

It wasn’t long until the creepy businessman, refused her lover partnership. Infact what she understood Black Mask wanted exactly the opposite of a partnership, he wanted Joker gone. FIlled with anger, Harley clinched her fist, ready to rumble, but knew if she did, she would embrasse herself along with Joker, and would later pay the consequences for her actions, she kept her mouth shut, and scowled at the man who claims he was now in charge.  

[Just A Tad Bit Insane]

Being interrupted in his little meeting, he rolled his eyes. Harley was a like a leech, stuck to his side sucking the life out of him. Grabbing her by the throat, he licked the side of her face. Letting her go, this was not the place nor the time to act like a bunch of clowns. “ Listen up Pumpkin, daddy's at work and YOU ARE NOT HELPING” He said as anger over filled him, looking down into her eyes. Where is a rolled up newspaper when you need one. Not surprised to be turned down, The Joker wouldn’t waste his piss on Black Mask if he was set to a blaze. The two had never seen eye-to eye. He knew the snow man didn’t have his gun, it was a distraction. Laughing historically the Joker, shook his finger. “ Sorry buckaroo, I gotta take a rain check. Light up boys!” Throwing Harley into Black Mask, Joker made a run for it, as his henchmen fired their guns.

Hopping into the car, they sped off. Joker smelt something fishy when he arrived, and it wasn’t croc’s private area or maybe it was. Speeding off, his laughter could be heard in the distance. At least the Joker knew what Black Mask plans was for Gotham if Joker could stall the plans, or make plans of his own to make sure Gotham becomes nothing but gravel and debris. “ So boy’s change of plans. We got some old friends to see.” Could this be War in Gotham if so, Joker needed to win the others over, Before Black Mask got to them.