Playtime (End Wars)

[Logan]

Ecks~

GOTHAM CITY, USA...

Batman. Dead.

There went years of therapy, there went years of work, hard work, stalking, learning to stop being afraid of jumping between buildings and learning how treat injuries. As imagines, Ecks was quite upset by this. Beyond upset. They wouldn't let her out of the house for three days after the Incident, keeping her on suicide watch, as was so extreme her apparent depression. And she was, but not quite suicidal yet. Just a little less than concerned by mortality.

Now back in Gotham for a quick packing of her possessions to move somewhere 'safer', it was more of a mourning procession. Having things to make one happy was not what entertained Ecks, living in good conditions and sleeping safely was, at the moment, not at all a good thing. Her mind was hell, in peril of insanity. What was the rush, what the spark for life was GETTING what she wanted, rather than having it handed.

And what better way to cheer up a depressed youngster than with a shopping trip...of sorts. It certainly looked energetic, the slim black shadow skipping across the side of one of Gotham's pricier shops, for the overly privileged children of brash and cunning businessmen and snooty wives. Toys of the kind regular kids would probably bee too shy to even touch, but then again, even the snootiest kid still had to have some love for teddy bears. Overpriced ones with realistic fur. A window and a puff of smoke later, she was in, and the security cameras were on loop. Now she just had to be very careful and find something...Something, anything, really to keep her distracted from what a horrible place this world was now, without a pointy eared...

Pinatas, perfect. There was a herd of ornate pinatas, some hanging decoratively from the ceiling, others placed just right to make some odd arrangement. They were strangely detailed, overly decorated. Ecks snorted and inched closer, keeping her senses out, looking for one that would be just perfect to destroy, then dropped and hid among them.

Crap.
Something wasn't quite right.

[Logan]

Joker~ (one of the characters I'm playing over thurr)

The car sped and nearly lifted two wheels hitting it’s turn on the corner of 21st. Another car led closely behind them, emulating the shadows of Main street with a parading firework-like display of shooting off bullets like they grew on trees. The car being pursued, which had been shot to hell and terribly spray painted with red and black anarchic smiley faces began to take route on the city sidewalk. The car behind them chasing after kept up, speeding directly to their side to greet them with another spray of gunfire.

”Hahaha! Arghhhahaha!”, laughing and growling with orgasmic excitement, the Joker took cover falling down into the passenger sides floor board. Empty bullet shells rolled off the car seat and onto the floor as he reached for another clip to his automatic pistol. The operator, whom, had been lung shot on the last wave of attack spit blood from his mouth and lazily clinched onto the steering wheel trying his best not to crash into a store front as they drove down the sidewalk. The upcoming presence of a light pole sent the dying drivers eyes wide as their car directed straight towards it. Within what felt like a spilt second, the car abruptly jerked and came to a sudden stop lifting the back wheels off the ground to launch an unbuckled wheelman from his seat and through the windshield to the pavement outside. The Joker’s body lifted and violently bounced on the floor board before the wrecked ride could finally settle.

The car that had been after them slowed and parked in the gutter, a satisfied foursome of men armed with machine guns emerged from their car and approached the wreckage. Before they could catch sight of Joker’s vitals inside the hunk of bent steel. . . it exploded. The windows blew out and engulfed the car in flames. The men, at first, jumped with surprise from the sudden blast but then became to get excited with the fact that they believed they had claimed victory over Gotham’s bastard clown. Celebration instantly followed.

The leader of the pack didn’t hesitate to call his boss and tell him of their rivals demise. ”Yeah, it’s done. What? M’hm, it’s in the oven right now. Yes. We’ll bring the turkey home when it’s finished cooking.”, hanging up, he smiled to himself, envisioning a heroes welcome back and inevitable promotion in the gang. However, beneath them, a lurking presence sought to make the celebration premature and undo their – oh so great – efforts. . .

Joker managed to find a sewer hole just outside the car door that kept him out of sight after the crash. The explosion of the car was something done purposely on his part with a hand grenade to keep the boys on their feet, and. . it did. Matter of fact, it did more than just that. He now had a group of idiots on his hands that were ready to be surprised.

Creeping below them through the underground sewers and onto the next available manhole, the Joker hummed and quietly sang along to an all too familiar tune, ”. . . teenage mutant ninja clownies.”, an unavoidable snicker arose from his lips, it couldn’t be helped, let’s just hope it hadn’t been heard. Reaching the ladder to the manhole opening, the Joker listened in through the lids holes, smirking to the mention of him being referred to as a turkey in a oven. Damn humorless goons.

”Gobble, gobble.”, the sewer lid flew open behind the - soon to be surprised – crew followed by gunshots and. . .yes, a crack to their turkey reference. BANG. BANG. BANG. That’d definitely give the boys in blue a loud enough que, no, wait.. BANG. . . one was still twitching. Still a little sore from that car wreck, the Joker cracked his neck and climbed onto the street from the manhole. His eyes paid no attention to the men he had just slaughtered, no, he was fixated on a fancy looking toy shop with stuffed teddy bears displayed in the window. . . a window that had already been shattered. Perhaps he’d grab something fluffy for the ¿brat? on his way out.

With a little limp in his step, he made his way over and grabbed the bear from the exposed display rack for examination. He wasn’t too fond of it but she’d be. It was then, however, that something else caught his eye. . . a piñata! That needed to be beaten, immediately. He stepped through the broken window of glass, scanning the store for something to beat the piñata with.

[Jason Cashe]

I love Batman Novels, not sure what this is but it is well written.

[Corey Black]

It's complicated. Kinda like D&D but with actual characters or something.

[Seth]

Eh, I dont think its really like D&D in that its not much of a game from what I can tell, just interaction amongst characters I think.