Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2013 17:59:31 GMT -4
The large building shimmered golden as the sun relfected off the glass windows and shone down on the girtty under belly of Gotham City. Each alleyway and cravas of the city was darkened with the shadows as it provided the evil a home. It gave them somewhere to grow, to plot and plan at the destruction of society and the good. The family of bats who embody the darkness and fight for good. They used fear to their advantage and struck against the evil forcing them back to the shadows, locked into cells and asylums where crazy was painted on the walls, keeping them awake, alive, crazier then ever and forever influenced by one another. Feeding off the others feelings and motives, but constantly keeping their own original signature, a praticular flare which makes them unique.
The fear used against them brought them closer to their ultimate goal. To kill the Batman and spread the madness through the city like a virus. An incurable, flesh eating plague that slowly ate away at your skin and followed then to the devouring of the soul, the mind, morals. Everything that you once were would be forgotten, but you would be forever changed, always different and too far from being yourself. You would become engulfed, drowning in a sea of madness and insanity. You would never be able to escape the sort of person you become because your pain and mind are lost, shattered beyond repair and always tainted by the minds of those who were able to acheive their goal in the killing of Batman and corruption of city.
The fear is what drove these people. Their sick and twisted fantasy of spreading their madness forced them to get creative create their signature and make the Batman fight them, take part in their twisted game. But the one thought that never seemed to cross the minds of these psychotics, was work together. A single person wasn't able to kill the Batman, a team dedicated to the same signature or drive didn't either. But then there was Harley Quinn who was knowledgable enough to recruit a few other villains to join in on the death of Batman. Combine the different motives and signatures, you won't have anyway to be able to pinpoint one of them or single out their desire.
The dual haired woman stood, leaning against the hood of the black car with the tinted windows. She wore her new costume decked out in the reversed color get up. There was a slight chill in the air as the garbage ruffled itself and billowed in the window spiralling as the wind danced. The girl was stone faced as she glanced side to side awaiting the arrival of the others. She had arranged this meeting originally with the Penguin and planned out this whole thing step by step. She had finally gathered others who would be able to assit her. She was going to bring in the Joker, but this was all her. Her plan and her idea. She was going to originally have the Joker be the center of it because she idolized him, but not this time. She was going to show him that she would be able to pull this off and succeed with this plot and bring this place to its knees and give Gotham a show it wasn't ever going to forget.
Her slim body stayed glued to the car unmoving as people passed by ignoring her as her dark silhouette blended into the shadows. This was going to the be first time she would introduce herself to the public as her new self. Everyone was still considering her as some dumb blonde bimbo who couldn't do a damn thing about anything. People thought she was useless, a punchline a laughing stoke, nothing more then a joke. But all of that was going to change today. She was going to show each and every person in the building that she was a threat and a force to be reckoned with. She was to be feared and held above and equal to each and every other person in the large gallery of rogues wishing to have the Batman's head on a pike.
Glancing hard to the left, she tilted her gaze upwards and made eye contact with the large W plastered on the top of the building. The sign was illuminated with neon colors during the night and even served a beacon much like that of the bat-signal. A symbol of power and strength, sending a message saying that this place would battle the horrors that was the poverty and other people affected by the amount of work provided to the city. The Wayne building contributed so much to the city by providing it with jobs and it fueled the economy. Then the bat signal alerted the criminals of the city that there was someone out there waiting to thwart their efforts at destroying the city and corrupting the people who hadn't already surcum to the madness and insanity of this hellhole.
The fear used against them brought them closer to their ultimate goal. To kill the Batman and spread the madness through the city like a virus. An incurable, flesh eating plague that slowly ate away at your skin and followed then to the devouring of the soul, the mind, morals. Everything that you once were would be forgotten, but you would be forever changed, always different and too far from being yourself. You would become engulfed, drowning in a sea of madness and insanity. You would never be able to escape the sort of person you become because your pain and mind are lost, shattered beyond repair and always tainted by the minds of those who were able to acheive their goal in the killing of Batman and corruption of city.
The fear is what drove these people. Their sick and twisted fantasy of spreading their madness forced them to get creative create their signature and make the Batman fight them, take part in their twisted game. But the one thought that never seemed to cross the minds of these psychotics, was work together. A single person wasn't able to kill the Batman, a team dedicated to the same signature or drive didn't either. But then there was Harley Quinn who was knowledgable enough to recruit a few other villains to join in on the death of Batman. Combine the different motives and signatures, you won't have anyway to be able to pinpoint one of them or single out their desire.
The dual haired woman stood, leaning against the hood of the black car with the tinted windows. She wore her new costume decked out in the reversed color get up. There was a slight chill in the air as the garbage ruffled itself and billowed in the window spiralling as the wind danced. The girl was stone faced as she glanced side to side awaiting the arrival of the others. She had arranged this meeting originally with the Penguin and planned out this whole thing step by step. She had finally gathered others who would be able to assit her. She was going to bring in the Joker, but this was all her. Her plan and her idea. She was going to originally have the Joker be the center of it because she idolized him, but not this time. She was going to show him that she would be able to pull this off and succeed with this plot and bring this place to its knees and give Gotham a show it wasn't ever going to forget.
Her slim body stayed glued to the car unmoving as people passed by ignoring her as her dark silhouette blended into the shadows. This was going to the be first time she would introduce herself to the public as her new self. Everyone was still considering her as some dumb blonde bimbo who couldn't do a damn thing about anything. People thought she was useless, a punchline a laughing stoke, nothing more then a joke. But all of that was going to change today. She was going to show each and every person in the building that she was a threat and a force to be reckoned with. She was to be feared and held above and equal to each and every other person in the large gallery of rogues wishing to have the Batman's head on a pike.
Glancing hard to the left, she tilted her gaze upwards and made eye contact with the large W plastered on the top of the building. The sign was illuminated with neon colors during the night and even served a beacon much like that of the bat-signal. A symbol of power and strength, sending a message saying that this place would battle the horrors that was the poverty and other people affected by the amount of work provided to the city. The Wayne building contributed so much to the city by providing it with jobs and it fueled the economy. Then the bat signal alerted the criminals of the city that there was someone out there waiting to thwart their efforts at destroying the city and corrupting the people who hadn't already surcum to the madness and insanity of this hellhole.