I don't own The Joker or Gargoyles. Anyone who'll tell you different is a liar.
Manhattan Island, September 24th
A crimson colored Mercedes sedan weaved its way down a dark street, sideswiping rows of parked cars before speeding through an intersection, hopping a curb, plowing over a fire hydrant and barreling into a wrought iron fence and a decorative brick wall.
A few minutes later, as lights began to flick on in the townhouses that lined the street, the drivers side door was kicked open, and a man dressed in suit that seemed to be a few sizes to big for fell out unto the sidewalk. He laughed hysterically as he stood up and surveyed the damage he'd caused.
"Welcome to New York City." he said in a mocking voice, He reached back into the car, past the slashed remnant of the drivers side airbag and pulled a dark blue duffel bag off the passenger seat. As he slung the bag over his shoulder, a loud voice boomed from the other side of the wall he'd just plowed through.
"What the hell happened?"
A middle aged man in expensive looking pajama's ran out from the other side of the smashed car,
"You better be covered for that, pal!" he shouted, as he tried to poke The Jokers chest with a pudgy finger. The Joker grabbed the mans finger, broke it, and kneed him in the groin. The fat man fell to the ground, and the Joker landed a kick to his forehead.
"You take things way to seriously." the maniac taunted, before laughing again and walking away, "I've only been in this town five minutes and they're already rolling out the welcome mat!" the clown prince of crime shouts, winking at an attractive brunette in a night gown. The woman flinched at his scarred face, and he laughed harder.
I can already tell I'm gonna love this town.
His gleeful thoughts are interrupted by a sudden *whoosh* of air above his head. The Joker whirled and found two winged creatures alighting on the pavement behind him.
"And here I thought Gotham had problems with large flying vermin."
One of the creatures turned to glare at him, and the Joker flashed his best yellow toothed grin and laughed.
Now what are those things called…I read about them not too long ago…ah, yes, gargoyles. They look like so much FUN! I wonder firmly attached to their bodies those wings are. Ah well, only one way to find out.
The Joker spun on his heel and happily skipped back to the crowd of people who had gathered around the two gargoyles and the crashed car.
"…and then he kicked me and walked off." the fat guy was complaining.
"Who?" one of the gargoyles asked,
"Him!" someone shouted, pointing at the Joker.
The Joker smiled widely, ignoring the crowd of humans as he swaggered up to the gargoyles. They were, he decided, the most freakish looking creatures he'd ever seen; a very endearing quality, in his opinion. Beaks, horns white hair, red skin, green skin, tails, wings, talons; they looked like something ol' Batsy would wish he could turn into. Speaking of which, he really was starting to miss his old pal…
"Is that true?" the green one asked,
"What, do you mean ahhh…officer?" the Joker asked, while smirking and ogling the gargoyles low cut, kimono-like dress.
The female growled dangerously, making the joker smile wider.
"Did you crash your vehicle and assault this man?"
"Why yes I did, sweetness." The joker answered glibly, "You gonna take me into custody?" he asks, waggling his eyebrows.
The red male snarled and stepped forward to stand protectively in front of the woman,
Husband the Joker thinks, judging his reaction. Honestly people are sooo easy too read.
Well, gargoyles too, I guess.
"Why?" the red one demands.
"I was bored." the Joker walked a slow circle around the two gargoyles, his eyes darting up and down, taking in their every bizarre feature, "At the time, the ,uh, entertainment pros-pects were a bit ilimited/i."
"Who are you?" the red one demanded, exasperated with the humans glib comebacks.
"Me? Well let's just say I'm a guy who likes to see the funny side."
"I really don't think you grasp the seriousness of your situation." the female continued, tensing into a defensive stance as she watched the Jokers bizarre behavior.
"Trust me Greeny, there's nothing I ever grasp less than the seriousness of a situation. Speaking of which, you wanna hear a joke?"
"What?" Brooklyn demanded, the humans question bringing him up short. He sent a quick glance over at Sata, who reached down and set a hand on her Katana.
"I'll take that as a yes." the human said, before he quickly reached under his jacket and pulled out a taser. He snapped the weapon up and fired it at Sata, and the electric prods managed to bury themselves even in her tough gargoyle hide, sending thousands of volts of electricity coursing through her body.
The human laughed as the green skinned gargoyle fell to the ground in a spasm-ing lump. Brooklyn lunged forward at the cackling fiend, but the man produced a can of mace and emptied half of it into the red gargoyles face. Snarling in fury, Brooklyn tried to keep up his attack, but the human landed a vicious kick to his knee, sending him tumbling unto the black top. He tried to get up, but the human leapt unto his back, pinning him.
With one hand still holding the taser, the man fumbled in his jacket and pulled out a rusty filet knife. He sent on more jolt of high powered shock into Sata, the tossed the taser aside.
"So, while your girly-friend is…otherwise disposed, lets see if we can clliip those wings of yours, shall we?" he asked, before grabbing a hold of one Brooklyn's wings and pressing the blade of the knife to the spot where it joined his back.
Brooklyn screamed as he felt the razor sharp blade dug into his flesh,
"Oh quit whining will you?" the man demanded as he began to saw through Brooklyn's flesh.
Brooklyn tried to throw the human off his back, but a heavy blow landed on his skull; then another and another,
"Keep your hands to yourself." the human shouted, while letting loose with a maniacal laugh.
The Joker thought the whole situation was hysterical, but then again, he found just about everything to be hysterical (especially mass genocide, but that was neither here nor there). He was about to land another blow to the red freaks skull when his retractable baton was suddenly yanked forcefully from his hand.
He turned in surprise to find a large, frightening…and purple creature looming over him.
He started to laugh at this bizarre combination when the massive gargoyle hauled him off of the red ones back and roared at him.
"Oh my, I seem to have really upset you, huh?" the lunatic asked, grinning.
The gargoyles eyes flared a phosphorescent white and he tossed the Joker at a nearby car. The maniac slammed into the side of it, and the pain of the sudden impact brought forth another peel of laughter from his ruined mouth. Still laughing, the Joker reached back into his stolen sport coat and pulled out the pistol he'd stolen from the dead state trooper and leveled it at the massive gargoyle. He began to fire wildly as he ran down a side alley, snarling with a mixture of rage and glee as he fled from the leviathan gargoyle.
Goliath threw his massive body over Brooklyn as the wild shots landed around the three gargoyles. The gunfire ended almost as soon it started, and Goliath heard the lunatic start laughing as he ran down the alley.
Goliath leaned over and shook his second in command,
"Brooklyn? Can you hear me?" he frantically demanded.
"Uggg…that hurt." Brooklyn muttered, "That really, really hurt."
Goliath peered down at the bloody gash the human had carved into the flesh of his second in commands wing.
"It's deep, but it won't taker your wing off." Goliath rumbled, patting Brooklyn reassuringly on the back, "How's your head?" Goliath asked, seeing the spreading red stains in Brooklyn's white hair.
"Hurts…"
Sata crouched next to her mate and parted his mane of white hair; it was matted with blood, but the red gushing cuts didn't seem to be very deep.
"Luckily for you, my love, the scars are not very deep." Sata patted Brooklyn on te back, "And you are also lucky have such a thick head."
Brooklyn groaned,
"Not…funny."
The Joker halted dead in his tracks and stopped laughing.
He listened carefully, then snarled in frustration.
Unless that big lavender freak show was a heck of a lot quieter than he looked, he was pretty sure it wasn't chasing him.
"Don't they know how to play this game?" the Joker said aloud, feeling the first pangs of boredom as his adrenaline wore off.
Muttering darkly under his breath, he turned around and stalked back down the alley towards the gargoyles.
When he got back out on the street, he saw that both the gargoyles were still gathered around their wounded comrade.
The Joker glared; he hated not being the center of attention. As the gargoyles tended to their wounded, he changed the magazine in his pistol.
Gotta give 'em a little credit though, he thought at least they look after their own. Pretty sure ol' Batsy would rush past a burning busload of retarded orphans to get at me.
The Joker giggled at that thought; he'd have to file it away for future action.
In the meantime, he aligned the pistols sights with the back of the big gargoyles calf and squeezed off a round.
Goliath roared as he felt the bullet tearing through his leg, bringing him to his knees.
Eyes flashing with white phosphorescence, he scrambled to his feet, ignoring the shooting pain in the back of his leg. Sata drew one of her katana's and leapt between her wounded leader and husband and the armed madman.
"That's two down on your side. I'm winning!" The Joker gloated, using his free hand to make a 'come and get me' gesture, "Wanna try and even the score?" he asked, before walking off down the alley.
Behind him, Goliath surged forward to give chase but was restrained, barely, by Sata.
"You are wounded Goliath."
"I'm well enough to bring down that fiend."
"Really? And when he starts shooting again, are you going to be fast enough to dodge?"
"And you propose what? That I stay behind while you go into harms way alone?"
"Not alone." Sata pulled her radio off her belt, "This is Sata to all patrols. Goliath and Brooklyn have been injured, badly. I'm going to pursue their attacker into the alleys north of central park. Lexington, do you have our position?"
"Copy that. We're are on our way."
Sata glowered down at Goliath and Brooklyn,
"You two, stay here. This won't take long."
Holding her sword behind her, Sata rushed into the alleyway the lunatic had run down.
Trying not to giggle too loudly, the Joker darted out of a darkened doorway as Sata hurtled down the alley in the direction he'd been running.
He hurled a trash can lid at her knees like a Frisbee before taking off again. The nimble warrior dodged the projectile and ran faster.
Laughing out loud, the Joker turned and fired off a few more rounds before jumping on top of a dumpster and scrambling unto a fire escape ladder.
Firing off another five shots as he went, he clambered up the rusty iron ladder as the gargoyle dodged into a side alley. Taking the stairs two at a time, he made his way unto the rooftop at the top of the fire escape.
Sata leapt unto the side of the building, digging her powerful talons into the brickwork and quickly climbing up unto the roof.
The Joker turned in surprise when he saw the sword wielding woman leap over the edge of the building and land lightly behind him.
"Hmmm…that's a uh, neat trick" he said, before snapping the pistol back up and aiming it at Sata.
Out of nowhere, something heavy slammed into the side of his head.
The blow sent the Joker sprawling across the roof before he bounced into a heating vent.
"Awwww…owww…"
he tried to pull himself to his feet; he wasn't more than halfway before he suddenly yanked upward and held dangling in the air by one leg.
"Oh my…" the Joker groaned, shaking his head to try and clear it, "There's just an acre of you things, isn't there?'
Broadway glowered down at the disfigured human;
"Yeah, and to bad there's just one of you, huh scumbag?"
The Joker laughed,
"Actually, I ,uh, prefer being one-of-a-kind."
"You can be one of a kind behind bars, then."
"Oh, wow. Did you learn all of your tough guy talk from 'Law and Order', or just most of it?"
The Joker laughed at his own wit while Broadway fell silent. Sata, snarling in sudden fury lunged forward and placed the blade of her razor sharp Katana next to the Jokers cackling mouth.
"I have had quite enough of that to last me a life time, gaijin. Be silent, or be silenced."
The Joker grinned widely as he rolled his head from side to side to study the honed edge of the sword with a professional eye,
"W-ellll, isn't that a beautiful blade?" The Joker leaned forward and rand his tongue down the flat of the sword.
Sata's eyes widened in disgust and she yanked the sword away, accidentally slicing open the human's lower lip in her haste. Giggling as his mouth filled with the coppery taste of blood, the Joker began to roll his head from side to side, letting the blood flow into the lifeless tracts of scar tissue on either side of his mouth.
"That's better…" he sighed, as he felt the red blood washing into his wounds, giving him a ghost of his normally bright red painted smile. He sighed again, this time in annoyance; if he'd known that things would be this fun in New York, he would have brought one of his make up kits and a better suit.
"Who iare/i you?" the woman with the sword demanded again.
He looked over at her and smiled; there were still a few nagging ideas of keeping a low profile bouncing around his head but he was having so much fun.
"Me? I'm the Joker. What's your name?"
