Jack's Back! (Open)

[jack]

Gotham City was a terrible place to live. It was dark and dangerous and more often the not a person would end up one of the hundreds murdered. To Jack and people like him Gotham was the perfect place to live. Walking through the streets, Jack wasn’t sure what to think when no one noticed him, surely they remembered his face? The terror and pain that he had caused? Jack grit his teeth, they had forgotten him! His face smoothed out and he allowed himself to smile, it was fine, it didn’t matter that they had forgotten him. He would just remind them, remind them so well that they would never forget him again. EVER! Jack ducked into an alleyway and slipped off hood that he had been wearing. He was without his normal grease paint, since he was fresh from Arkham but he could fix this. It would all be fixed soon.

Waiting and watching Jack carefully reached out and grabbed the next woman to walk past. He pressed her against the ally wall and held a knife that he had stolen to her throat. “I need to borrow your make-up” Chaos told her as if he were simply starting a conversation and hadn’t snatched her from the street and wasn’t holding a knife to her throat. Jack’s eyes sparkled when she began to cry, fearing for her life. Laughing loudly, not afraid to be found, Chaos just rolled his eyes when she didn’t even try to answer him and stabbed her in the stomach. Jack giggled when she gurgled and slid to the ground. Still giggling he reached for her purse and dumped it out and frowned. Nothing. Jack turned to her and frowned. “What kind of woman are you? No make-up! Even whores have make-up!”

Kicking the fallen women he casually strolled out of the alley, knife tucked into his jacket pocket. Jack suddenly shouted happily, scaring the people around him, he had an idea! Walking swiftly, now having a purpose Jack’s course was the nearest gas station. He needed gasoline, lots of gasoline. He was going to burn a message into the very streets of Gotham. People would remember him them...but he still needed his make-up. He decided to make a quick detour and ducked into a near by costume shop. It was pure luck that Jack had found one. He pushed open the door and grinned, perfect. After a rather quick transaction Chaos found himself back in his face. Checking his make-up in the window he winked at the stunned store clerk and left. He was in a good mood and let the kid live.

Back on track Jack skipped the rest of the way to the gas station. Not bothering to even enter the store, Jack simply took a nozzle out of some random person’s car and laughed happily. Working carefully, and stabbing anyone that attempted to stop him Jack carefully wrote out his message. JACK IS BACK, BAT-BRAT!! Laughing his head off Jack entered the store killed the workers and grabbed a lighter. Grinning he lit it and carefully caught his message on fire. Jack cackled as he watched it burn. Now all he needed was a gun. The store would be a perfect place to hang out. Waiting only twenty minutes Jack had the opportunity to kill two police officers and steal their guns, before he locked himself in the gas station to watch his message burn.

[Brittany Wayne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/sataraalcaelahn/Tar%20Valon/Flames_from_Fire_Wallpaper_18.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . I set fire to the rain And I threw us into the flames let it burn Brittany was in the manor, studying for a test she had coming up. Her grades were slipping somewhat due to her extracurricular activities, and her father had threatened to revoke her access to the Batcave unless she improved them by the next progress report. However, her father was on a business trip out of the country trying to promote Wayne Enterprises to overseas expansion, and he would be spending a lot of time out of the country. So defending Gotham from the criminals currently fell to her, and she has to somehow learn how to come to the aid of the city while still being a model Wayne citizen with grades to go with being the daughter of the infamous Bruce Wayne. Granted she wasn’t his biologically, but she was adopted in his name. It was when he had disappeared for a few years, and the company was being threatened to get handed over to the board of directors. And with Alfred being just a butler, he couldn’t keep them off the deed to the company forever. So that is where she had come in, a placemat for Wayne Enterprises. She considered herself lucky that the city’s most eligible billionare bachalor had adopted her. She still had nightmares for what had happened to the home she was in before she was adopted. For it wasn’t even a full week when she was taken to her new home, someone had blown up her previous one in the middle of the night. The police still had no suspects, and the case had just faded away into the unsolved pile. She doubted that anyone was still looking into the bombing that killed a few hundred parentless children, and full time caretakers that had died in the fiery inferno. The television that she had on to keep an ear out for breaking news had invaded her memories and thoughts with such a story. Another fire, this time at a gas station burning a message toward the overhead news helicopter. It simply read: ‘JACK IS BACK, BAT-BRAT!!’ Her mind immediately knew of one person that had done this. Jack ‘Chaos’ Quinzel, Jack ‘The Joker’ Napier’s and Harleen ‘Harley Quinn’ Quinzel’s kid. ”I thought he was still in Arkham.” She muttered to herself, and got up to access her own private entrance to the Batcave. Of course Alfred had already been watching the news and was already in the cave to greet Brittany with her cowl when she stopped and stepped onto the ground of her father’s crime fighting lair. ”Thank you Alfred.” She said politely and changed into her Batsuit. She took the items she needed, and straddled the Batcycle. Her caretaker for while her father is way knows how to contact her if anything should arise, and she started it before taking off in the direction of the hovering news helicopters. She used all the bells and whistles her father had added to get there the fastest. As she approached the gas station, she slowed the cycle down and paused just out of eyesight of anyone who maybe inside. She of course was trying to see if she can find a way inside without Jack knowing it of course. She had decided to approach from the back, and enter through his blind spots. It always seemed to work out well with her father when he fought Jack’s father. She would give it a try and hope for the best. She started up the path on foot, not wanting the rumble of the Batcycle to give her away. She easily gained access to the back of the station and quietly made her way to where she knew Jack would be. ”Prepare to bleed, Jack.” She announced and went to strike him with a hard punch across the face. words // 633 // tagged // jack/open // notes // now you‘ve got her attention

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[jack]

Jack heard her enter before he heard her speak. Grinning with his back still turned away from her, he waited. He heard her throw a punch and Jack laughed as he let her hit him. Blood blossomed in his mouth as her turned swiftly; he dodged a second swing and grabbed her arm. Then using her momentum Jack tossed the teen away from him. “Getting lazy, Batgirl?” Jack shook his head in mock sadness before grinning again. In almost the same motion Jack grabbed the wooden chair that he had sat in moments earlier and swung it at the unbalanced girl, with all his might. With a mighty snap the chair broke from the force and Chaos cackled so hard that he doubled over. Not watching the Batgirl.

Forcing himself to an upright position Jack licked his lips, he was dressed sloppily in dirty fraying jeans and a black and purple shirt that was too large for him. He hadn’t planned on causing all this mayhem and destruction today. In fact his only objective had been to acquire more face paint. Jack rubbed at the side of his face, not caring that he had smeared his paint and wiped his painted hand on his jeans. Cracking his neck Chaos giggled. “I missed you while I was away…” He said picking up his gun. Jack tapped the barrel of the gun against his chin as if he was thinking and he was. Jack was remembering his past encounters with Batgirl, such fun times there were.

She was almost perfect…almost the one to complete him. Jack was happy, after the length of time it took for his father to find Batman he was sure that he would have to search for a long time to find his other half. Jack was very happy; she was so close to perfect. If only Jack could get her to kill him or at the very least try. Jack knew that he wouldn’t allow anyone else to kill her; the death of Batgirl would come at his hands. His hands, and no one else’s.

[Mark Wayne]

Bruce was worried, he had gone to talk to Brittany and he had been told that the young cousin wasn’t in, the reason he had wanted to talk was the fact that Chaos was out of Arkham, sure he didn’t have the flair of his father or the insanity but he was a killer and he seemed to be fixated on Brittany. Not that the kid seemed to be in any danger but at the end of the day she was a kid and a young hero he on the other hand was the big bad bat of Gotham if anyone wanted to get to her they could try and get through him but it was not likely to end up well. Going to the batmobile which he had extensively improved with his adopted grandfather he got into the driver side and tore off after her to where Quinzel had been in full bat gear.

“How about me?” he said his deep new jersey accent at Quinzel’s comment about missing batgirl his eyes not leaving the gun whilst his own hand going to his side and filling with Tamaranian energy. “I mean your not my type but I can put up one hell of a fight if you wanna dance.”

[Brittany Wayne]

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[Angela Blake]

Angela hadn't been in Gotham for very long. she had been away on another one of her little hunts in Africa. But even if the jungle was gone, she would always have the concrete jungle. Standing on the rooftop edge, she looked out towards the dark city of murder and crime. A light wind blew in and carried here long cape from behind her. The wind entered her hood and forced it to expand, but not enough for it to fall from her head. Just then, she noticed a large group of people gathering around a gas station. The police had the burning gas station blocked off, while the news helicopter circled.

With a smile on her face, Angela was intrested in this simle fire. Wherever crime was, the bat was sure to follow. Taking a few steps back, she ran at full speed towards the edge of the building. Taking a leap of faith, she soared from building to building. Reaching her hands out, she allowed them to make first contact with the roof. From there, she gave out her elbows and allowed herself to roll forwards until she reached her feet. She then ran to the edge of this building and knelt down in order to keep to the shadows.

I'm going to have to keep myself hidden. That means entering through the back. She thought to herself as she rose back up. Runing to the side, she leaped towards the side building and pushed off with her foot towards the gas station. She carefully descended intowards the back of the building. Landing in the back alleyway, Angela opened the door and entered the building silently. Navigating her way through everything, she finally found three people. Jack Quinzel aka Chaos... son of the Joker and Harley Quinn. Also, Batgirl and Batman were there. With a smile on her face, Huntsgirl simply stood and walked out of the shadows making her presence known. "Well well well... look who it is." She said as she walked up towards the three of them.