snowblindrpg | [EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

For a short while of the start of the event, Bruce will be unconscious in the post office where the fleeing Joker left him. (Feel free to tag this to play it out, Psi!) He's going to be chasing the Joker and running into other people. Also, he's a murderer. YIKES. Feel free to tag running into him/hunting him. If you'd like to plan anything out, PM this journal or ping me on plurk, moetan.

[When he opens his eyes, there's just one thing on his mind: he feels good. It doesn't even occur to him that he feels too good, only that the lack of chill soaking through the suit is wonderful, the open doors are wonderful. Everything is wonderful, especially the strange urge to--kill the prophet.

For a minute or two, he mills about the post office as if he'll somehow find the Joker hiding. Come out, come out. But the Joker is long gone, leaving Bruce frustrated. He thinks he should be worried the Joker has left his custody, but in the back of his mind, it's more than just that. The Joker has escaped his retribution. (He shouldn't think this way. He shouldn't. He can't.

No good will come of it.)

The halted snowy outside greets him when he leaves, and perhaps he'll be concerned later when he thinks back on it. Find the ~~prophet~~ Joker. He can make this right.]

Edited 2016-11-19 22:18 (UTC)

[Joker stands at the window with his hand on his hip, waiting for the doors to unlock and gazing out at the dark snows through glowing green eyes.

Is he losing his mind all over again or are the snowflakes frozen in time? He feels more like he's looking at a photograph than anything else.]

Whoo boy, Bats, the servers got all frozen up again. Are you seeing this?

I see it. [But from the other side of the room through a separate window.

The initial blindness had receded earlier, but with the cowl, he can't see that his eyes have twisted into something familiar. It's not a terrible concern when his head aches just at the back, and the pain reasons with him that it would be better to get rid of Joker for transgressions he can't place.] Has this ever happened before?

It's putzed around with our memories and made us bleed static. Time moves funny here, Bats. Or maybe not at all.

[He folds his arms over his chest and squints, trying to ignore the creeping feeling of anxiety that's inching its way up his spine.]

I think these little glitches in the system show us the truth about this place but nobody ever asks me for my opinion.

Edited 2016-11-20 04:37 (UTC)

I think they show a truth, too. [He's still looking out of the window, though there's a hardening to the jawline that's exposed to the air. Leaving trash to exist is only going to be bad, in the end, isn't it?

For the town, for the prophet. He's not even religious. Maybe this isn't anything spiritual.] The one I've been missing for a long time.

[He half turns to face the Joker.] It's time to end this, Joker. For good.

[Joker stares into the eyes of the cowl. Is that murderous intent? Well, that's interesting...]

You can end our game whenever you want, darling. It's always been up to you...

[A part of him trying to be snuffed out is screaming about how wrong it is to feel this way, to look forward to annihilating what he considers scum, to watching them die, to feeling the relief of a finality.] I know. I should have ended it on many occasions.

When you're gone, Norfinbury can go back to the way it should be. [There's no hesitation in his advance forward. He's intent. Convinced.] It's over. Don't move.

[The seriousness is in the way his shoulders straighten, in the way he raises his fists. He doesn't need to have any weapons to break the Joker.] I'll make it quick.

Then come at me, baby!

[Joker spreads his arms invitingly, then something the Bat said clicks.]

Norfinbury!? What does Norfinbury have to do with us!?

No!

This dismal burg is the one making you batty, Bats!

[He scrambles backwards.]

THAT'S NOT FAIR!

[When the Joker hastily falls back, Bruce gets the strangest sense of satisfaction. Not the usual satisfaction of fear, but the satisfaction of hopelessness. Stepping on a child's sandcastle right as they are about to finish. Crushing dreams.] It hasn't ever been about fairness, Joker, especially not with you.

I'm giving you what you want. [His advancing doesn't stop, but it's not quick. He's taking his time.] Me killing you. That's what you've always been after, isn't it?

[Joker's glowing eyes sweep through the room, looking for his weapons or anything else he might be able to bludgeon this monster with.]

I wanted to be the one that finally made you snap. I just wanted you to see the joke and laugh, man!

[He draws back a step.]

This is only funny if I am the reason you snapped! That's the game! That's the point! The whole enchilada!

You can't let this big computerized heck-hole ruin our fun. C'mon, Batsy, fight it!

There's nothing to fight. This is how it should be, how it always should've been. This is how it should have ended. [But, strangely, he does pause momentarily. An itch in the back of his mind like something is wrong, amiss. When you think you're supposed to be doing something, but can't remember what it was.

Then his advancing starts again.] Come quietly, and this will be as painless as possible.

The joke's over.

No!

[Joker dives to one side to give himself space. The sudden movement sends a wave of nausea through him and he hacks blood up on the floor.

If the Bat doesn't kill him, this damnable, unshakable illness will.

It's not funny.]

IT CAN'T END THIS WAY, I WON'T LET IT!

[He starts crawling on all fours, groping urgently through the shadows. His weapons are here, with the Bat's things, they have to be.]

You've sabotaged this town enough. [The weapons are there with Bruce's things. Usually, he's not quite so discombobulated and off his game, but the heavy presence of the town is not really letting him think about much else except murder.

He continues his pursuit of the Joker without letting up, though he still goes at a slow, easy pace. Intimidation. Towering over the man scrambling to get away.]

Removing you with the others means those of us left can find a way to leave.

[Joker stops crawling when he finally is able to wrap his fingers around the haft of the fireplace poker. Its weight is familiar in his hand.]

More loonies will just come ya big galoot. Our hostess has a population quota to meet, remember?

[He waits for Batman to come into striking distance.]

[Though completely true, this rationality doesn't seem to reach Bruce like it should. His advancing doesn't cease. One boot lands between the Joker's ankles, the other on the opposite side of one leg.] This town has made me realize I should have done this a long time ago.

Before so many people were hurt.

I've been telling you that for years but you never listened! Maybe you'll get a change someday, handsome, but not today.

It doesn't work for me.

Comedy's in the TIMING

[He swings the fireplace poker into the side of Batman's knee with all the panicked strength his arms can muster, intent on toppling the larger man over.]

Edited 2016-12-14 07:35 (UTC)

[Peter is wandering around the town after ditching the humans he had been with. No one else seems to notice how easy it has suddenly become to travel--like walking right into the subtle realm. Of course, humans barely recognize that anyway, so he isn't surprised that now they are ignoring that part in favor of simply going crazy. Exposure to the secrets of other planes tends to lead to madness.

He hears someone moving nearby and turns his head, eyes flashing green briefly like an animal's in the light.]

[Peter's eyes give everything away. They instill a deep sense of justice within the pit of Bruce's chest. The glow of sin. The glow of a criminal.

For a moment or two, Bruce just watches. It's almost like stalking. He assesses Peter's height, weight, whatever he can tell, and then he steps toward the boy. Even with the literally frozen snow, his boots crunch in what's on the ground; he doesn't make any effort to conceal the noise.] Don't move.

Where are you going?

[He knows that voice. The man that wanted to believe life had a reason. He pauses when he hears him, turning to get a good look at exactly what kind of body the older voice comes from. He assesses him in the same way, judging his size and body language with practiced intent. When you live among demons, you learn not to take anyone for granted. He keeps his distance.]

Maybe I'm gonna find the shadows'n cut out their eyes so they can't look through you.

I'm not the one with those eyes. So how do you know the shadows aren't looking through you, too?

[For the moment, Bruce makes no move to advance, but he also makes no move to retreat either. His face doesn't turn away from Peter even slightly.] I can't let you continue being here.

'Cause they got yer eyes, that's how. An' I know what a demon's like. If one tried to grab me, I'd just cut it out.

[Peter stares right into Batman's cowl, locking eyes with the weird symbols like he did with the shadow beings that had them before. Whatever is behind that mark seems to be aggressive. It keeps reaching out toward him. The last time he attacked, those shadows retreated, but this time... Batman doesn't look like he'll retreat. Peter holds his ground.]

Well, that's jus' too bad, 'cause I'm here.

You won't be for long. This can go as easily as possible. Surrender quietly, and it'll be over. If you resist, I won't hold back. [Like with Bucky:] This is the only warning I'm going to give you.

You can shove your warning right back where you got it.

[And just for good measure, he spits.]

You don't get t'talk to me about warnings when you just come to skin rabbits like the rest o' the dogs. I thought you mighta been one o' the smarter ones. Guess you showed me.

It's called culling, and it's a necessary ecological process. You have potential, but you're squandering it by going against the town and its people. [Bruce begins his advance forward without hesitation.]

Fighting will just make it harder on yourself.

[Peter backs up, but he keeps eye contact with a fierce grin on his face and a bright shine in his green-lit eyes. It's the thrill of the fight, and whatever the cause, Peter is ready to meet him head on.]

Well, makin' it easy just ain't fun. Gotta make you work for it, puppy.

[EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

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earlier that morning

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tmw bruce and joker take turns helping each other in a game

Magical

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sorry about the lateness!

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get out of here murderson

make me

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