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WHO: The ~~Shadow~~ Batman Who Laughs & YOU
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: October 20th-26th
WHAT: The worst version of Batman from the Dark Multiverse who only wants to murder the world
WARNINGS: Probably lots of violence, probable death

[ he perches himself at the corner ledge of a building, he himself a grinning gargoyle to replace the ones that are missing here. from a distance, he hears the familiar siren's call of some poor, defenseless native getting mugged and leaps across the rooftops in a familiar, unsettling fashion to the batman everyone else is familiar with.

the mugger asks for something. money, or... pearls? ah, he bought a beautiful pearl necklace for his wife! he was on his way home to surprise her with it, and deep down, the batman who laughs stifles his own, his chest shaking with tiny giggles. it takes less than a moment for the batarang to slice the mugger's neck with the trained precision of batman, as skillful as a barber, only taken slightly too far-- far enough to cut cleanly through the artery. batman watches him hold his throat and dance around the alleyway, running into trash cans and walls until he finishes his waltz on the sticky ground.

"oh, thank you, batman! you saved my life!" the nameless victim professes, and batman just... stares. silently. from the shadows. he doesn't move. after a long minute, the silence starts to unnerve him, and the unnaturalness of the situation begins to hit him.

"haha... thanks again. i'm just... gonna get going now." he says, a shake in his voice that wasn't there before. the perched creature leans forward, the horrible cheshire grin clear to the moonlight now, and the man screams while batman laughs. moments later he is gone, the screaming silenced.

in the blood, the batman who laughs clutches the pearls in his hand and crushes them, his laughter echoing discordantly. ]

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

~~Edited in~~ Wildcard

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[Gabriel doesn't know what to do with himself. He is in some strange place between heaven and hell, walking between monsters and demons and angels who are monsters too. He knows he has very light burns on his hands and he has lost quite a few feathers and honestly he is not paying attention to where there is blood before his shoes hit it, and he freezes.

He can't even figure out if he senses death but he knows the smell of blood. A thin trickle from the alley hits his shoe.

He should not investigate. He can hear the laughing.

Someone might be hurt. And even if he's in no condition to fight, body battered and still aching he should still try to investigate right?

That-

Before he can stop himself he forces his way into the alley's darkness. Waiting for smells and sights.]

...Hello?

[His voice is probably more raspy then normal.]

[ the alleyway is shrouded in shadow, except for the flickering light of a single streetlamp going in and out after horrible, prolonged moments. a single pale, clawed hand drags itself along the brick wall, trailing blood with it. at the edge of the light, it stops. ]

Hello...

[ the voice is quiet, and it stands there in complete stillness, the scent of copper from further into the alleyway lurks closer to gabriel's nose. ]

[Gabriel is not normally afraid of death. That said, the memory of Lilith surrounding him in flames and the way he acted rears to the surface.

He takes a step forward, violet eyes glaring into the gloom. Seek out a fight? Try and be brave?

Whatever is in there could have fire powers. It could kill him and he can't heal himself or others. That copper smell is strong.]

...Identify yourself demon.

[there is an actual quaver in his voice.]

You're not in a friendly place.

On the contrary... I think this place is a laugh.

[ he steps forward as commanded, a toothy smile pulled straight from the depths of hell if there ever were. ]

You look like someone I know, friend. The wings are all wrong, but we can work on that haha...

[It's a gesture of panic. His own wings flare out - burned and not pure anymore but his hand crackles with electricity.]

Identify yourself!

[Second guessing himself? Never. But he doesn't know if this is a human or a twisted person like he was...

So his hand stays at his side but his purple eyes don't leave the creature. He can't get a read on it. Good? Evil? Someone twisted and tortured?]

As you wish, my fallen friend. Hahahahaha...

[ there's another long pause and then he takes a dramatic step through the darkness and into the light, gesturing with his arms wide, that eternal, horrible smile forever etched on his face. ]

They call me... The Batman Who Laughs. A pleasure.

[Hearing screams and unpleasant laughter, David heads quickly in that direction. He's limping a bit from an earlier encounter with the trickster god Loki but he doesn't let that stop him from moving into more possible danger. His instinct is to help. He treads more cautiously as he nears the spot, drawing his gun. One thing he made sure to do this time is have extra bullets on hand since it seemed there was so much current chaos. He sees a dark figure in the shadows and points his gun in that direction, calling out.]

Come out. Slowly. Hands over your head.

[ he jumps up from a crouched position, feigning shock, hands raised and rigid. ]

Just don't shoot! Hahaha... You caught me, officer.

[ he slowly turns, the hints of his smile revealing itself to the detective as he steps into the streetlight, his horrid pale form clad in chains and thick, stained leather like something out of hellraiser. hidden from loki's view, and carefully tucked between his fingers at the back of his hand is one of his misshapen batarangs. ]

I surrender... hahahaha...

Edited 2019-10-29 22:38 (UTC)

[There's something deeply unpleasant in more than the laughter and Detective Loki is on his guard.]

Now turn around, face to the wall. Nice and slow...

What's your name, officer? You look like a Bullock to me. Can I call you Bullock?

[ he doesn't comply, deflecting instead with the question, still smiling. always smiling... ]

A man of authority who is incompetent even more than slightly.

Edited 2019-10-29 23:22 (UTC)

[His tone goes from sternly polite to aggressive very quickly now.]

I am Detective Loki and you will turn to the fucking wall or I will shoot you. You hear me? Turn around. Right now!

Detective Loki! HAHAHAHA! So, then you must know all about tricks!

[ with a frighteningly fast flip of his fingers, the batarang comes in to view between his fingertips and it cuts through the air into the detective's gun holding shoulder. ]

So, did you see that one coming?

[Loki's Porter-given powers were of healing and enhanced instincts, some of which went to work now, but it also increased his stress levels. He blinks rapidly and jerks in an instinctive attempt to dodge. The weapon still slices through his arm, cutting through enough to draw blood but then it flies past. Almost at the same time, he fired off a shot, but it goes low due to the dodging motion.]

HAHAHA! You did see it coming! Very good.

[ the voice is much closer to loki before he can even look up, and his eyes will rise to a widening grin. his pale, sickly hand grasps his wrist tightly-- much more so than you'd might expect at first glance-- and with the other he very politely takes the gun from him. ]

[With regular human strength, all David can do is struggle to pull his hand away - but he's well aware he's in trouble when this madman has his gun.]

You don't want to do this.

Do you know how many times I've heard that? I've done it to so many worlds already. Why would I want to stop with you?

[ his voice is deep and gravelly, with an unnatural, sickened humor behind it. the clinking of the chain around his belt unravels and he wraps it around the detective's neck. ]

Come on. We're going to take a walk. I want to show you something funny!

[Somehow this was even worse than Loki. More immediately threatening. David blinks, a sign of his stress, but on the surface he's keeping a cool head and just trying to keep alert for a way out of this. Comply, pretend to go along quietly for now. He winces at the restriction on his throat but otherwise stops struggling.]

Good, good... buy yourself some time. Follow along like a good boy. Trust me, you and I are going to have a BLAST.

[ so he starts to drag his new pet down along the street, not harshly, but with an odd and off-putting sense of kindness. of course, they happen upon a bystander on the street, who stops in shock and horror at what he's looking at. frozen in fear. batman stands there with horrible stillness and that everlasting grin until the theatrics start. ]

Hello! Could you spare a moment for my friend and I? I promise you'll love it.

Don't.

[David manages in warning. Whether it's to the bystander or to his attacker is unclear.]

So sweet. But I'm not going to kill him, detective. I'm going to do him a favor!

[ he steps forward and puts a friendly arm around his new friend, loki able to look up directly at the both of them, something dark and knowing behind that sinister grin. ]

You see, people don't tend to trust me on account of my face. But not you! Here you are, you haven't moved an inch! I love that kind of trust in a person, don't you, detective? Hahahaha...

Let them go. You have me.

[He's grim-faced, still trying to assess a good way to defuse the situation.]

[Robin's been doing a fun mix of patrolling and staying just one step ahead of Batgirl so she can be the one who saves the day. Batman's lucky she gets to this particular mugging late, otherwise she would've been sure to step in without listening to him at all and probably would've done something stupid. Cause, she's a shadow.

Instead, she's bouncing off rooftops when the laughter catches her attention. She hops on down to the street, ready to make a big entrance.]

Hey buddy, I don't know what's- [And that's when she notices the whole bat aesthetic.] Okay, now I really don't know what your deal is, but no offense? It's sooooo not working for you.

That's funny... hahahaha...

{ the voice is familiar, but broken and twisted. when he turns, the build is familiar, but everything is wrong... especially his smile. ]

I believe I told you the same thing once, Stephanie! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Huh.

[She examines him, curious. Not too scared because hey, what's up fellow shadow.]

Weeeeeird. Anyways, the way I remember it is you begging me to join you which I guess is what's also gonna happen here? Like should I be laughing too or...

Actually... yes! That's a WONDERFUL idea, Robin! The Robins always WERE the ones to come up with the best ideas.

[ the smile doesn't change. it just sits there like it encompassed all of his senses-- eyes, ears, and nose as well-- as there was nothing else visible of him to see. ]

Let's laugh together, Stephanie, and I promise. You'll be the GREATEST Robin there ever was hahahaha...

[ the one who is all has no patience for that laugh.

a bullet comes from behind and near-misses the batman who laughs--on purpose, of course--and embeds in the nearby wall. ]

Poor form to laugh at your own jokes, isn't it?

Is that the prodigy I hear?

[ he turns, hunched over, bloodied batarang in hand, a widening grin on his face. ]

It is! You know, for a minute there I thought I was going to be stuck killing a bunch of nobodies! And yet here-- you-- are. Cassandra Cain in the flesh.

For now, that is... haha...

[ the build and body language are twisted, but she still recognizes who this is. knows that voice. she seems, frankly, unconcerned. annoyed, if anything. she just sees this as an irritating change, an obstacle to be dealt with. cain fires her pistol again in attempt to hit the hand holding the batarang. ]

Just Cain. And we both know that you can't beat me, Bruce.

Edited 2019-10-31 02:21 (UTC)

Ouch! HAHAHAHAHA!

[ the batarang goes flying out of his hand and he wags his hand back and forth like he's shaking off the hurt; it's an obvious and very purposeful overreaction. ]

I've killed so many worlds where you all say the same thing. I wonder if you'll cry out for Stephanie when this is all over, too?

[ the smile broadens. ]

I do have to say though, I DO like the whole gun motif. Do you mind if I steal it!? HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

[ he pulls out an old, rusty revolver from his jacket-- the same one that killed his parents-- and fires it at cassandra. ]

[ her expression only darkens when he mentions stephanie, but she says nothing. in a flash, her left pistol is stowed and a katana is in its place, blocking the bullet as she runs for him. ]

And I thought you were annoying before--

[ two shots this time, right for the hand holding joe chill's gun. this cassandra clearly doesn't care if she ends up maiming him. she can see so many ways to kill this man with the weapons she's currently holding, strike points standing out in her vision against the dark of the night. ]

Oh you have NO idea, darling.

[ and yet he manages to pinball around the alleyway as she slices and dices at the air, his inhibitions and morals gone-- truly the best and worst of the skills batman has to offer. like her, he can see hundreds of ways to kill him, though he'd be so happy with either one! ]

Have you ever thought to yourself... the only reason you can beat him is because he loves you so much? Or is it that you REALLY think that you're better hahahaha...

[ the laughter is darker and throaty; a joke for only the both of them. ]

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