Joker Escaped (Batman/Robin/open)

[Barbara Gordon]

Barbara heard the phone rang and walked downstairs to listen in. Her father picked up the phone and she heard that the Joker escaped. As she kept listing she realized that the Joker might have not left just yet. Watching him say he will be back Barbara just smiled and waved him off.

Once he was gone Barbara headed upstairs and changed into her suite. Once she was Batgirl she headed to the light. Turning it on she left a note for Batman and Robin. Once she did that she headed to Arkham. Taking a small ski jet she headed to Arkam. Once there she entered where the cops where.

Gordon saw her and smiled. “Joker we think is somewhere in this place. There was no sign of anything that he could have left this place. Should we wait till Batman and Robin come in?”

Barbara hated talking to her dad at times scared that he would find out about her. “I’ll take a good look around when Batman and Robin show up or anyone else I’ll fill them in. Just make sure everyone stays careful.”

Batgirl took off running inside trying to figure out where Joker had gone. Soon the intercoms were turned on. “You won’t find me that easy Batgirl. Only the bat could ever find me or stop me. But if you wish to play my game then come find me.” Joker said in his laughter.

Batgirl ran to where the intercoms were at and found nothing.

“Not that easy Batgirl I’m smarter than that.” He said

Batgirl opened the door again and headed back to his cell room. Soon she began to think on what to do next. "Dang the time they are late or when i need help nobody is here. I could use anyone right now. Even someone from the young justice team."

[Bruce Wayne]

He arrived at Arkham quickly. He had received an alert about the Joker’s escape just moments ago. The fact that the criminal had yet to actually leave Arkham was what made Batman suspicious. He was planning something, no doubt, and whatever it was couldn’t be good. The asylum was full of villains, all of which clinically insane. Anything could happen, so he made sure he was prepared for anything.

He walked up to the Commissioner, Robin by his side. In all truthfulness, he would’ve rather not have brought the boy. The possibility of something going wrong was too high for his liking. But hardly ever could Dick be stopped when he became determined. So, Batman had figured it was best to let the boy come with him, instead of risking him running off on his own and getting in over his head. But if this proved too dangerous, he would order Robin home. And his protégé would listen. He’d make sure of it.

“The Joker has escaped his cell, but isn’t leaving the island. Anything else I should know?” he rumbled. The Commissioner turned to him, concern evident on his face.

“Batgirl went in there alone.”

Batman frowned. Great. What was it with youth and always rushing into things? On the inside, he felt his own concern for the girl bubble up, but he chose not to focus on it. This just gave him more to worry about. Now not only did he have to stop Joker and whatever he was planning, while keeping himself and Robin out of danger, he had to make sure Batgirl was alright and that she was also out of danger. Not only just because she was a fellow vigilante and a person in general; she was the daughter of one of his closest allies, friend even. Besides, as much as he usually tried not to, he had grown to care for the girl. He was the one who had inadvertently gotten her involved in this life and she carried around his symbol and his virtues, it was his duty to keep her safe from harm to the best of his abilities.

He glanced down at Robin, giving the slightest jerk of his head as a signal to move forward, before walking past the barricade of police and toward the asylum. He paused just before entering.

“Stay on guard” he murmured just loud enough for Robin to hear, before stepping into the asylum.

[joker]

The Joker was sitting around, minding his own business. He was very disappointed in the quality of his prison uniform and was interested in finding perhaps a purple suit to wear back in Gotham, but then again he had forgotten all about this, and not even bothered to escape, so now he was just sitting out by a pond, in the botanical gardens near the asylum somewhere on the island. He looked at his frowning face and swamp green hair reflected in the water, and thought about things.

It had been easy to escape, in fact he did it all the time. Right now he needed some of the fresh air that only the outdoors could bring, though he was in the indoors, but whatever the case may be, it was much better than a tiny padded cell. It was always the people going on about him these days, in the news saying he did horrible things. He never really understood why they found them horrible exactly, it wasn't that wrong to make people smile.

And always the questions the doctors went on about in there, so many questions. He started wondered if the Young Justice had any memory of that encounter that one time, featuring Ivy and her 'babies', and his gas, and the Injustice League. Then he wondered how the Injustice League was doing in its entirety. But he was kind of bored with evil plans, and more interested in senseless mayhem and befuddlement of Gotham citizens, he was feeling a night on the town might be fun for a bit, before trying to torture some of those crazy hero kids.

[Dick Grayson]

Robin stayed by Batman's side as the approached the Commissioner. He was just as suspicious as his mentor, knowing fairly well that the Joker had to have been planning something. He may not have been dealing with the maniac as long as Batman had, but he had still had plenty of encounters with him. He glanced up at the cowled man, having a feeling that Bruce wasn't entirely happy with the bird's tag-along. But it wasn't like he was going to let his foster father's displeasure stop him. Batman needed Robin.

The young Bird's eyes widened behind his domino mask ever-so-slightly at the mention of Barbara. Why hadn't she waited for them? For a brief moment, he was tempted to run in after her and make sure she was alright. Of course that only lasted a second or two before his brain retained its rationality. He knew better than to rush head first into something. If he ever did, he'd never hear the end of it from both Bruce and Alfred, especially if he got injured as a result.

As he was given the signal to move forward, he followed close to Batman's side, like he usually did. He gave a nod when he was told to stay on guard. He followed his mentor into the asylum, hoping nothing bad had happened to Batgirl.

[Barbara Gordon]

Batgirl was searching his cell room. She was about to call Batman and Robin for help but stopped when she heard footsteps. More than on pair of feet were walking down this way. Getting to the corner she pulled out a makeup mirror she carried with her everywhere. Pulling it out she moved it so she could see who was coming. Then noises got closer till she saw who it was. With a smile she put her mirror away and walked out of the cell.

Getting out of the cell she looked at Batman and Robin. “Glad to see you guys here. Joker is still somewhere here. He was on the intercom about a minute ago. He wasn’t in the office either.” Batgirl explained. “I was just looking for any clues on where he could be at next or what his plans are.” Batgirl was waiting know for Batman to tell her how stupid she was to go ahead with out him or some kind of yelling. She knew she did wrong with that but she could only hope that he would say good job or something even if she hadn’t found anything.

[joker]

The Joker was starting to get a bit bored, sitting out here, and so he decided most likely they'd be here by now, where he wanted them to be. It was so nice to see them sometimes, always running around in their tights and funny costumes, trying to protect people that didn't really deserve such protection...

"Ah, how lovely the day is, I always wanted to walk out into the horrible sunshine and-- well oh wait, I forgot something."

The Joker took something he'd cobbled together back inside the Asylum, it was exactly what he needed. He glanced down at the small remote, and at the wires trailing along its sides, and pressed a single brown button. It of course, controlled a good number of the cell doors on his floor itself, linked directly to a guard station inside the building, and it might give something for the batfamily to do, he was sure they were as unoccupied as he was.

Then he got up, and skipped off out of the gardens, silently enough for a armed guard not to even see him. He crept out of there, and managed to find a wall with some vines clinging to it, they looked good enough to support his weight.

He'd be off the island soon, and then he'd be free. Free to do as he pleased, whatever he wanted, that's where he'd be in Gotham City, very soon.

[croc]

Killer Croc was sitting inside his cold damp cell wondering what his next plan was, if he remembered right he heard that he’d be in here for two years this time, two years. He couldn’t stay in here for that long, he’d go crazy, well, crazier. And living off beef wasn’t helping either. He needed to taste human flesh again, that hunger for it took over again and he slammed his fists onto the bullet proof glass doors that kept him a prisoner in that small room. It did no good, the glass didn’t even crack. A bunch of guards outside were laughing and pointing their index fingers at him like he was some kind of joke. It just made him even angrier. Then as they turned their backs on him the cell door opened, was he going mad? Was this something just in his mind? He got up and slowly moved forward leaving the cell. And it wasn’t at all in his mind, someone had let him, maybe even let everyone out in the Asylum. This was starting to turn into one heck of a fun night. The guards that were laughing at him a minute ago were still walking down the long hallway, not noticing he had gotten out before a drip of water from his mouth landed on one of their heads, they turned to face him, eyes were wide, and had screams started. The lights in the hallway flicked off for a few seconds, and when they came back on he was wiping blood away from his mouth with his wrist.

He moved down the hallways of the Asylum, checking behind his back every minute in case anyone tried to attack from behind. He passed a cell with someone in it who was dancing around in circles while singing along to a children’s rhyme. He wore horrible smelling clothes that were made out of blankets and small toys. Croc didn’t bother to talk to him or eat him, he had at least some respect for the people that were kept here, and knew if he let them escape instead of eating them it would mean more trouble for Batman and his bundle of idiots. And he loved giving the bat trouble. Then as he thought he was safe a guard came out of hallway and smashed his baton into Croc’s back, as it hit into the thick layer of rock hard skin it cracked, breaking itself into pieces, doing more damage to itself than to him. Croc grabbed the guard by the arm and threw him over the walkway he was on quite high up, on the second floor maybe, and then walked off while hearing a thump coming from down below that brought a smile to his face. Croc then climbed into the large lift that went down to the ground floor and pushed the button as a few more of the insane criminals got in. Music played as Croc, Scarecrow, Two-Face and many more waited for it to get to the bottom. Then the doors opened up again, and they all got out.

As they ran towards the front door of the Asylum, the door opened, and in came Batman, Robin and Batgirl. Croc knew this was it, the battle against him and the bat again. But this time he had backup as well. Most of the criminals the so called vigilante had fought before stood by Croc’s side, waiting for something to happen, for the war to begin. “So nice of you to pay me a visit, Batman!” Croc said in his dark voice. “Me and the guys here, were wondering when a snack would show up!! You’ll be the main course, and Robin shall be the starter, and maybe the girl can be pudding!” Two-Face then stood out of the crowd of criminals that were behind Croc, and he flipped his coin while saying ‘let’s see who’ll win before this battle even starts.’ He grabbed the coin in midair and unfolded his hand to show what side of the coin was up. The scarred side. Two-Face smiled at Batman and slowly stepped back into the crowd. “See, Batman!! Why don’t you just give up now, lie on a plate and push yourself in the oven!?” Croc asked in a sarcastic voice knowing the answer even if the bat didn’t reply to the odd question. He still didn’t know who let them all or most of them out of their cells in the first place, he hadn’t heard anyone talk about it either. Whoever it was, he was happy the guy did it.

[theraven]

Amongst the chaos a lone bird flew through the midst. The eerie appearance of the Raven, a symbol for death and destruction when seen on a field of battle flew over the ‘heroes’ once, then twice, before landing on a pole high above the prisoners and those attempting to stop them. There it sat and watched, watched what was transpiring, unbeknownst to the heroes was all planed out by the lone ‘bird’ that sat and watched in anticipation for the bash talking and all to be over with. The Raven was a patient bird, an ever watching bird, but this time was not a time for waiting and watching. If one looked close enough they could perhaps spot the life-like smile that streaked its way across its face when the Croc and Two-Face finished their ‘speeches’.

‘Ah so, The Joker finally let you all out did he? I quite like his version of Bane’s prison riot of Arkham. Although, I wonder if you two can make it more interesting?’ He spoke into their minds telepathically. ‘Do not be alarmed, I will not harm you two, I wouldn’t be able to anyway, but perhaps you could help me sense I was he who slipped the button that released you into the Joker’s hand.’ He paused in his speech letting the words sink into their minds. ‘Break the bat, cripple the bird, and get rid of the girl. Prove that you are better than they. Three against all of you, they stand no chance, yes? Well here is your chance to prove this. But do it tactically, fight them in numbers. Watch each other’s back and I know you can do this. Quoth the Raven, Nevermore.’ He spoke out into their minds.

That should be all it would take, the single spark, and soon all would crumble beneath his mind. Yet, it wouldn’t just be his mind, it would be the mind of Edgar Allen Poe, and all those who have ever committed a crime that the ‘infamous’ Batman has solved. It made him wonder, just how truly smart the ‘world’s greatest detective’ was. The hints, the clues, they’d all be displayed but just enough so that only he or an avid reader of Poe like himself could figure it out. The first dice had been rolled, the second piece in this ‘master plan’ now all that was needed was for the heroes of today to take hold of the board, to fight back, and figure it out.

[Dick Grayson]

Robin felt relieved when he saw that Batgirl was unharmed. He gave her a nod and a smile. "We have to assume he's planning something big if he's still in Arkham," he said, side-glancing at Batman as if to see if the man disagreed. "That is, if he's even still here. For all we know, he could have found a way out already." He brought his arm up in front of him, calling forth his computer and bringing it to life. He began hacking into Arkham's computers and attempted to bring the security feed up.

The teenager froze however, at the sound of cell doors opening. This was not good. Not good at all. He looked toward Batman and Batgirl, to see if they had heard anything. He almost hoped it had been his imagination. His expression dropped when he saw several of Gotham's criminals in front of them, including Two-Face, Croc, and Scarecrow. This wasn't going to be any fun. He resisted the urge to cock his eyebrow at Croc. Seriously, why did they pick on him? Why did he have to be first? He doubted he tasted that good.

"You'd think they would have learned by now," the Boy Wonder said, grinning mischeviously at the villains. "That taunting doesn't do them any good. And neither do numbers." He lowered his arm and reached behind his cape, taking out his own weapons and preparing to throw them. He awaited for Batman to make the first move, however, knowing better than to run into a fight head first. Besides, perhaps the Batman had a plan.

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[Bruce Wayne]

It didn’t take long to find Barbara, for which he was thankful. He stopped silently as she came out from around a corner, bright smile on her face as usual. He briefly remembered a time a year or two back when Dick had joked and told him he was the only crime fighter who never smiled.

Hiding his relief, he merely gave her a look, silently promising a lecture later on. Now that Batgirl had been found, he could focus on finding Joker and overcoming the challenges he knew were to be faced.

He nodded in approval of Robin’s commentary. “Correct.” He looked around as Robin brought up his wrist computer. He didn’t like the fact that they were stopped. Not only were they easy targets while unmoving, but it gave the Joker more time to finalize whatever he was planning. But looking at the security footage would be highly useful, if they were even working. With that thought, he looked to the hologram coming from Robin’s wrist.

His head jerked up at the sound of the cell doors opening. He felt a sense of dread in his gut as he watched some of Gotham’s worst enter the hallway. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he tensed himself, a strategy forming in his mind as Croc talked. He didn’t respond to the taunts, that had somehow become his protégés’ job.

“Don’t let them touch you.” He said deeply and low enough for only Batgirl and Robin to hear. He was telling them to use their size, speed, and agility to their advantage. Through quick inspection, he could tell that the villains did not appear to have any weapons. Besides, he trusted his students. They knew who the heavy hitters were and Batman had given them countless lectures and warnings about these criminals. They had even had a few of their own experiences with them.

Without further hesitation, he took out several smoke pellets from his belt and threw them onto the ground, causing dark smoke to instantly fill the already ill-lit hallway. He then charged in.

[joker]

The Joker had by now slipped over the wall and was free to do whatever he wanted. Off to Gotham, to do anything else but sit there bored in a padded cell. Anything else at all, maybe even make ice cream beef sandwiches or something. First off he had to swim the distance of course, but nobody'd notice him leaving all by himself, not with the riot elsewhere in the asylum area. He'd be gone, and Batman would be left to deal with small potatoes.

[croc]

Killer Croc saw Batman speaking to his sidekick before he sent smoke pellets onto the ground filling the room with smoke. “Attack,” Croc yelled as the criminals ran past him and towards the Batman while he slowly moved back away from the smoke and smashing through a door into one of the hallways of the building. The others without them knowing would be holding off Batman and his gang for Croc to escape to freedom. Two guards came round a corner holding batons, he grabbed both of them, and smashed their heads together, knocking them out and sending them falling onto the floor. He continued on down the hallway, seeing a door at the end with light from the moon shining through from the small window on it. It went outside. He smashed it open, and stepped onto the wet grass.

He ran to the wall that went round the asylum, and smashed through it with his own strength. He slowly made his way down to the water where he then dived in, swimming down into the deep dark bad smelling water filled with waste and through a sewer opening. He was back in the sewers under the city once again. Free from that asylum and the small prison cell he was made to stay in all the time.