Goodnight Gotham?

[TheKatsMeow]

The heels of Harley's shoes gave a satisfying click against the glistening pavement with every step she took towards the abandoned automotive plant. Silver moonlight bathed the crumbling streets in an eerie glow, the buildings long vacated by their civilians. The outbreak at Arkham two years prior had resulted in the destruction of Gotham City and a vicious turf war between the most powerful villains. Purple and green clad thugs lurked in every alleyway, huddled around small fires against the night chill. They stole glances at the young woman in red and black. A confident smirk rested playfully on Harley's lips. She had finally done something right. Things had been a bit rocky between her and her beloved Joker lately but she had just the thing to smooth things over. Nestled safely in the handle of her over sized mallet was a microchip with the maps of underground Gotham. Two Face's territory and prisoners would soon be in possession of the prince of crime. With any luck, this would compel Joker to forgive her for the latest mistakes. Harley turned another street corner, moving further into the clown's territory. Her mallet dragged through the rain puddles behind her as another set of henchmen craned their necks for a better glimpse. She gave the young convicts a teasing wink without faltering her stride. Right now, nothing could ruin Harley's mood.

 

[someplacescary]

A familiar laugh echoed through the streets. "Harls... i can see you..." footsteps echoed behind her. "You didn't think you could run away from me could you?"

 

[Sedrian]

On the rooftops of Gotham City lurks a dark shadow, a shadow that never sleeps, it wanders the city always hunting for the wicked. On the rooftops lurks the one and only Batman. It had been awhile since this city had been dominated by the cities most evil villains. Batman had once had a policy he refused to break, but with the police wiped out, he was a lot more brutal, however he still refused to kill anyone, but if he wanted to return order, he had to be cruel, not give anyone any mercy aside from living.

 

[TheKatsMeow]

Harley continued her way down the road, not slowing her pace. The rythym of her heels against the concrete echoed off of the crumbling, brick, buildings. She approached the warehouse, not pausing for the thugs guarding the door. They wouldn't dare try and stop her. Shoving the door open, she quickly made her way up to the old manager's office. The original name had long since been scratched out and spray painted over. "Oh Mister J, I'm home!" She called as she stepped through the door. The interior of the office was dated and everything seemed to be ripping apart at the seams. The old coffee table tilted to one side due to a missing leg, the desk was covered in scratches and cracks, and the yellowing sofa had more than its fair amount of holes. It didn't take Harley longer than a few seconds to realize that The Joker wasn't in the room. A confused expression covered the young woman's face as her smile faded.