"It's the same bullshit every time." Oswald sighed as he took the gun and loaded the bullets in, checking everything was working fine before looking expectantly at Victor. "Make sure Edward doesn't die, I didn't pull strings for nothing. We can't just leave either, as easy as that would be, we can't let this escalate or it'll spill into the streets."
He had to contain or deal with it later when he was on a public stage. No, this was better.
Jonathan was the target. He got out. Not good. "Victor, we will have to neutralise the threat. I don't believe Jonathan has armour in his outfit, especially not the mask. Shoot to kill."
Oswald looked at Edward expectantly. "Bolton is hopefully still alive, yes? I really don't want to have to meet with Waller."
"You brought me for security, boss." Victor was reluctant to leave Oswald like that, but also reluctant to take him along on a manhunt.
"There's the communication room, Oswald, it runs most of the tech for the asylum, at least where CV footage and the like is concerned. You'd be safe there, that's a reinforced door and a keypad. Jonathan can't work keypads." Evidently, which was why he had to do it for him, like an absolute moron with an irresistible need to show off. Fuck this! Fuck Jonathan, he was going to kill him if he survived this. "It's not... It's not Jonathan's fault! He just hates bullies, Oswald. Don't we all? Should he really have to die for that?"
Heading in the direction of the communication room, Edward was trying to think his way through this. "If we can just neutralise Jonathan, it would be fine. I don't know about Bolton, but he should still be alive. My guess is that Jonathan's getting his things together first. He'll want to be in full costume for this."
"I can just shoot him in both knees," Victor offered, "Really slows people down."
"Okay, I'll go to the room and you can stay with Edward. Trust Edward's judgement. And if you both start pissing me off, I will yell into the microphone. Just FYI." He wanted them both to brace themselves. Yes, he understood Edward's empathy issues and yeah, it made sense that Jonathan hated a bully but was it enough to stop him from wanting Jon out of the way? Not, not really.
Anything to avoid Waller.
"We have time. Last resort, I guessss, is killing him." Oswald shrugged and then started to walk. "We'll go to the communication room together and then you two can pair off, go find Jonathan before he causes a bigger mess."
"We will get the situation under control," Edward assured him, much as he had his doubts, "The priority here is your safety, as the future mayor of our fair town." He knelt down to get a closer look at the keypad once they reached the door to the communication room.
Meanwhile Victor checked one of his guns to make sure it was fully loaded, since he'd given one gun to Oswald. Still, he should be all right. He looked around suddenly, frowning. "I think I smell blood. Fresh."
"That's nice and unsettling, thanks for telling us." Edward said it cheerfully, pushing open the door for Oswald to enter. "Scarecrow always whistles or sings when he's in a mood like this, so we'll hear him coming. Especially given your bloodhound's senses. Still, any heads up would be appreciated, Oswald."
Once the door was open, Oswald turned everything on as he walked through the room and then sat on the gross, old leather chair in the centre of it. He had the video feed up and started to hastily flick through channels. And then he found where Jonathan clearly had been.
Well. Fuck.
"... Those guards are missing their heads." Wasn't that just a PR nightmare. Chaos in Arkham. Again!
He skipped ahead to the nearest hallway and there was Scarecrow, in full costume and... "Is that a scythe?!"
"...well. He is a country boy. Haying and all." Edward's knowledge of country life was very limited, but he had talked about things with Jonathan before. Enough to be sure that he'd grown up on a farm of some description, likely in the middle of nowhere in hick-town, Georgia. And here he was now. A scythe.
"Ew." Victor felt that summarised that, leaning down to get a closer look. "Would be an effective weapon, if it's sharp enough."
"Let's ask those headless guards how sharp it is, why don't we?" Edward sighed, running his fingers through his hair in a futile effort to calm his mind. "I suppose we should be off then. Go bring about peace."
"Find some back up, Victor. Edward has ... limited uses. His brain is an asset, yes but his fighting is subpar in a situation like this." He wasn't judging, he had a tiny bird body - he would also be useless in this fight too. "Edward, who is in right now? We need a sharp shooter or a good physical-- Dent?"
Was he in or out? He hadn't been keeping up with that.
"Dent or maybe Pamela. Definitely not the Joker. Don't let him out of his cell."
He was probably going to find a way out of it anyway.
"Harvey and Pamela are our best options, I agree. Sea is pointless, he only listens to Roman, Harley is still outside, I sent Waylon off when this all started and that's really anyone useless I can think of." Harvey wasn't a bad option, but Pamela would likely be the most useful. She got along with Jonathan for the most part and she hated Bolton, so there was that.
"I don't like her." Victor was just mentioning that. She'd used Lucius before. He didn't like that one bit.
"...no one is asking you to sit with her during lunch, we just have to subdue the Scarecrow." Edward rolled his eyes, headed for the door. No time like the present, for better or worse. "Take care, Oswald. We'll head for Pamela first."
Oswald huffed as he watched the monitor, watching Jonathan stumble almost drunkenly through the halls, probably high off his head on his own toxin. Fucking druggy. He never understood this one's appeal but Edward told him to have faith and be patient.
"Oh and Edward, don't let Jonathan kill Bolton. If you can. It would make my life much easier but... I'm aware I'm asking a lot right now." He just had to ask it. He looked at Victor and nodded his head. "Keep Ed safe."
"O Captain, My Captain!" With that ominous quote and a salute, Edward was out of the room. Victor nodded at Oswald and then the door fell shut. "Ah, Jonny-boy. What a mess you've left me to deal with."
Edward lamented out loud as he walked down the dark hallway with Victor Zsasz by his side. Admittedly, good for the confidence in some ways, but also put him on edge in so many other ways. "Now, we just have to go up he--"
He stopped talking when Victor covered his mouth with his hand and, yeah. There it was, the tell-tale sound of Jonathan's singing, of the scythe dragging. Certainly set the mood, had to give him props there. That cut off the way to Pamela cleanly for the moment. Victor and Edward communicated silently, taking off in the opposite direction. After a few minutes, they arrived at another cell instead and Edward quickly unlocked this one too. What a talent he had. If only he could stop himself from showing it off occasionally.
"Harvey? Two-Face?" Edward pushed the door open, addressing both options just in case. "I'm wondering what we're about to find behind door number two..."
Harvey had been quiet lately, he hadn't been involved and he had been trying to stay out of the way. Why? Very simple. Because they took his coin. And replaced it with dice. Six sides. Then eight. Now it was twelve. Now, instead of two options, he had twelve and it was taking forever to decide anything. And if he didn't decide fast enough, Bolton took the dice and -- yeah, Harvey was having a time of things.
So when Edward burst in with something that was clearly going to be another fucking option to choose between, Harvey cursed.
"Fuck! No, come on, I just worked out when to sleep..." Harvey almost whined as he looked up at Edward from the door, looking at his dice, his eyes wide with fury and desperation cause fuck, this was bad. "Okay, don't ask me shit! Don't! Tell me."
He needed a direction comment with no options or he'd lose his mind.
"...don't complain about it later." Edward tried his best not to smile, which wasn't that difficult. He felt bad for Harvey, he truly did, but this still made him happy, in a way. It explained why Harvey - or Two-Face, for that matter - hadn't been around. At least to see him while he was recovering in the hospital. Check in. It also meant that this whole thing could be under his control, which was how he preferred these operations to go. "You don't happen to have any change, Victor, do you?"
Victor blinked at him, so Edward clarified. "Coins."
"Ah." Without a word, Victor got his wallet out, opened it up and handed a coin to Edward. Who proceeded to hold the coin out to Harvey.
"One condition. This coin is only for options I present you with. Accepted? Yes or no?" He flipped the coin towards him. "Flip for it, handsome."
Harvey shot upright and took the coin eagerly, flipping it in the air and catching it in his hand. Oh, it was like a drug hit. It rushed through his veins and all the ugly, horrible feelings inside stopped. The anxiety went away, the stress did too. He opened his palm and then smiled. "Yes." He held up the coin so Edward could see his result. "Yes, we have a deal. Fuck."
Exhaling, Harvey looked elated as he clutched the coin tight and kicked the stupid dice aside.
"We're in lockdown. What happened? I was rolling for taking a piss and missed whatever this was." Time to play some catch up, now he was free. He assumed they were going to fix this shit or whatever. He looked at Victor and then frowned. "You don't go here..."
Zsasz always went to Blackgate. If he went. Which was super rare.
"It's a work trip," Victor clarified unhelpfully and Edward rolled his eyes, putting a hand on Harvey's arm, mostly because he could.
"You're aware of Bolton, I assume? He's gone too far, really annoyed Jonathan Crane and now ol' Jonny's in full Scarecrow mode, hunting for the man. If you hear some gospel songs, that's where he is. He has a scythe."
"They go 'whoosh'," Victor explained, helpful again, accompanying it with a fitting hand movement.
Edward simply nodded his head to that, then looked at Harvey again. "The plan is subduing Jonathan. No killing. And ideally we do it before he can kill Bolton."
"On any other day, I'd say we shoot him but... I know you like him for some fucking reason and we owe you a solid so fine, I'm in. Let's take the strawman down." He wasn't sure how they could best do it if the fucker had a scythe but there were pretty good long range weapons. He looked at Victor's gun and then licked his lips. "That's a beautiful gun by the way."
Game respected game. He loved a man who invested in his gun. And damask print too? Nice.
"Have you thought of shoot him in the leg from afar? Might stop him. Slow him down. Otherwise, I dunno. Maybe we could find a way to get the tranq gun." He wasn't sure if Ed had a plan or not but he wanted to try and be useful at least.
"I could get him in the leg, but these hallways are winded." Kind of sucked for anything like that. Not that Victor wasn't ready to try, he just didn't know whether he could do it while staying out of range of a scythe and without having to shoot to kill. He turned his gun for Harvey to admire and Edward rolled his eyes.
"Yes, yes. Very nice, but can we compare dicks later?" He was trying to think. "I guess the tranq gun is our best bet, as it stands. I wanted to get to Pamela, but the way was cut off before. Maybe we'd have better luck now. Off we go, gentlemen."
He led the way, trying to keep an ear out. "I sure hope he won't suddenly stop singing."
"Always gospel. Someone has religion issues, man." Harvey huffed as he kept himself in front of Edward, wanting to keep him safe. He was more delicate, all fancy and shit, he had to keep his ass safe. As they got further into the hallway, he vaguely heard voices and halted, frowning. There was noise from the guards, far off to the left side, away from where Pamela was being kept. And, naturally, the sound of Jon followed that.
They had a distraction. They could reach Pamela.
"Let's go quickly before the farm boy comes to harvest us." Harvey was not super excited to see Pamela but-- well, she was probably their strongest backup option if they didn't want to use the Joker.
"He grew up in the South, Harv, I'm sure religious issues are just one of many, but definitely not the least. Bible belt." Edward looked around himself, half-expecting Scarecrow to simply pop up somewhere, but luckily they seemed to be safe.
All the way up to Poison Ivy's cell, where Edward ducked down to take care of the keypad again. "Pamela?! It's Edward. I'm with Harvey Dent and Victor Zsasz."
"...why?" Pamela stepped up close to the door, peering through the bars. "And what is this lockdown all about? The generators are neglecting the plants during lockdown."
Presumably not a top priority, but Edward kept that thought to himself as he held the door open for her. "Jonathan Crane is out. Scarecrow. After Bolton."
"Ah." Pamela frowned. "Didn't he throw you? Why do we care about Bolton? He can be fertiliser and he'll be more useful that way."
"Smell nicer too," Edward quipped, shrugging his shoulders, "Oswald wants minimal damage. Dead Bolton would be a lot of damage."
Walking out of her cell, she looked at all three men, smirking at Harvey. "Hey there, handsome. I thought you were vegetating over cards."
"Not cards. It was a dice, actually. The cards are next..." And Harvey was living in fear of that but hey, he had to protect his manhood from Pamela cause she was... an experience. He liked her, in a way, and hated her at the same time. And at one point, a weird dating rumour about them spread like wildfire and that was still kind of a funny memory. Oh, boring long summers in Arkham. "Keep trashing on me and I'll overwater the plants in the lobby when it's my chore day."
He gave Pamela a pointed look that he meant his threat and then pulled away, trying to look down the hallway that Jonathan had gone down.
There was nothing that could be seen but suddenly the most horrific screams rang out. Short, sweet and clearly swift to death. "Well... that's the back up guards down too. I guess we gotta get moving or we'll never reach him before Bolton does."
"My guess is that Bolton is up in the control tower, on the roof." Edward was staring in the direction of the roof, taking a step closer to Victor. Seemed safer somehow, he was beginning to understand Oswald.
"And if you are guessing, that probably means it's true." Pamela rolled her eyes, as annoyed with the Riddler being right as, she assumed, most people were. "I could meet the Scarecrow. He's still just a man." Which meant she did not think much of him.
"Sure, Pamela, you sweet flower, but he's a man in a gas mask. Besides, my educated guess is that he's rather not on your side of the Kinsey scale, if you catch my drift."
"Really now? Do I want to know how you know that?" Pamela shook her head, but conceded the point. "To the roof then. There are vines up there."
"They got gay together." Harvey clarified and, for some reason, he clarified it while turning to face Victor. As if he was telling Victor some fascinating news he needed to hear. Then he got awkward and looked away. "I think, anyway. I dunno. They had like... energy. Queer like. I don't know." He was rambling. Oh shit, wasn't Victor queer too? This fucking community was so damn gay!
"Let's just get to the fucking roof."
Harvey led the way, to try and restore some manhood, leading them down the hallway and -- oh, well, now they hit body central. "Urgh. Nice." He stepped over the beheaded bodies and accidentally kicked a head. Whoops. "How the fuck does Jon wield such a thing? It's bigger than him."
"I don't know, it didn't come up when we got 'gay together'," Edward repeated mockingly, showing his distaste for that comment. Still didn't keep him from holding on to Harvey's ever so manly arm to try and avoid stepping directly into a blood puddle.
"Interestingly, from what Harley told me, I thought you and Edward were the gay ones," Pamela said, probably mostly to tease. She assumed it'd be working. "It's really time you confront those inhibitions, Dent."
"The blood smells weird," Victor said, frowning. Something chemical was in the air around here.
"Can we all focus on the weird smelling blood and not my sexuality, please! Ain't that a bigger deal. The blood stinks." He hadn't noticed but he'd rather just stick to that topic than his own issues with Ed and that weird time they almost kissed.
Harvey halted and held up his hand, hoping to not only cut off whatever slam Pamela had coming but also because he heard movement. Erratic movement. Weird noises to and-- oh Fuck.
"Jervis?!"
"Ah!" Jervis was indeed in the hallway, blood splattered up him, eyes wide with terror. Of course. Ever the coward. Though his eyes focused immediately on Edward, ignoring the other rogues. "Dormouse! March Hare has sliced the Cheshire cat in half! By the rec room! He is no hare, no more, no, no, he is --- he is the Jabberwocky!"
"... What?" Harvey raised an eyebrow and then turned to the group to take a poll. "Should I just knock him down?"
"Yes," Pamela agreed, because this was becoming even more of a sausage fest. Victor simply shrugged. And Edward put both hands on Jervis' shoulders in hopes of centring him somewhat.
"The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! The Cheshire cat, we have to go to him." Edward was not about to let the Joker die here. "What of Delite, is he anywhere?" Not that he cared overly much, but between Jonathan and the Joker, odds were he was caught up somewhere in the middle.
"I thought I was the Jabberwocky." Victor was a little put out over that.
"Delite-- Delite was-- Bolton. Solitary. Jonathan was going to solitary. West wing!" Jervis turned and then cried out in terror the moment he met eyes with Victor. Yeah, no, he still had that little something that caused terror. "Must go, must go! Dormouse, we must go!"
And then Jervis turned and rushed towards where the Joker was.
"I mean, we could just... leave them both to die..." Harvey muttered to Pamela, sensing she was on the same wavelength as him and maybe they could convince Victor to agree. Edward, probably not, but he was weak. They could drag him. "Is it really a big loss if the Joker bites it?"
"DORMOUSE!" Jervis cried out, clearly unable to control his volume - not great, Jonathan would find them if he kept that up. "The innards are outards! Hurry!"
Down the hall, right in front of the rec room, the Joker was slumped against the wall with an arm around his stomach. And blood was just ... oozing out everywhere. Jervis hovered, afraid to touch.
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He had to contain or deal with it later when he was on a public stage. No, this was better.
Jonathan was the target. He got out. Not good. "Victor, we will have to neutralise the threat. I don't believe Jonathan has armour in his outfit, especially not the mask. Shoot to kill."
Oswald looked at Edward expectantly. "Bolton is hopefully still alive, yes? I really don't want to have to meet with Waller."
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"There's the communication room, Oswald, it runs most of the tech for the asylum, at least where CV footage and the like is concerned. You'd be safe there, that's a reinforced door and a keypad. Jonathan can't work keypads." Evidently, which was why he had to do it for him, like an absolute moron with an irresistible need to show off. Fuck this! Fuck Jonathan, he was going to kill him if he survived this. "It's not... It's not Jonathan's fault! He just hates bullies, Oswald. Don't we all? Should he really have to die for that?"
Heading in the direction of the communication room, Edward was trying to think his way through this. "If we can just neutralise Jonathan, it would be fine. I don't know about Bolton, but he should still be alive. My guess is that Jonathan's getting his things together first. He'll want to be in full costume for this."
"I can just shoot him in both knees," Victor offered, "Really slows people down."
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Anything to avoid Waller.
"We have time. Last resort, I guessss, is killing him." Oswald shrugged and then started to walk. "We'll go to the communication room together and then you two can pair off, go find Jonathan before he causes a bigger mess."
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Meanwhile Victor checked one of his guns to make sure it was fully loaded, since he'd given one gun to Oswald. Still, he should be all right. He looked around suddenly, frowning. "I think I smell blood. Fresh."
"That's nice and unsettling, thanks for telling us." Edward said it cheerfully, pushing open the door for Oswald to enter. "Scarecrow always whistles or sings when he's in a mood like this, so we'll hear him coming. Especially given your bloodhound's senses. Still, any heads up would be appreciated, Oswald."
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Well. Fuck.
"... Those guards are missing their heads." Wasn't that just a PR nightmare. Chaos in Arkham. Again!
He skipped ahead to the nearest hallway and there was Scarecrow, in full costume and... "Is that a scythe?!"
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"Ew." Victor felt that summarised that, leaning down to get a closer look. "Would be an effective weapon, if it's sharp enough."
"Let's ask those headless guards how sharp it is, why don't we?" Edward sighed, running his fingers through his hair in a futile effort to calm his mind. "I suppose we should be off then. Go bring about peace."
He was supposed to just head home by now!
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Was he in or out? He hadn't been keeping up with that.
"Dent or maybe Pamela. Definitely not the Joker. Don't let him out of his cell."
He was probably going to find a way out of it anyway.
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"I don't like her." Victor was just mentioning that. She'd used Lucius before. He didn't like that one bit.
"...no one is asking you to sit with her during lunch, we just have to subdue the Scarecrow." Edward rolled his eyes, headed for the door. No time like the present, for better or worse. "Take care, Oswald. We'll head for Pamela first."
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Oswald huffed as he watched the monitor, watching Jonathan stumble almost drunkenly through the halls, probably high off his head on his own toxin. Fucking druggy. He never understood this one's appeal but Edward told him to have faith and be patient.
"Oh and Edward, don't let Jonathan kill Bolton. If you can. It would make my life much easier but... I'm aware I'm asking a lot right now." He just had to ask it. He looked at Victor and nodded his head. "Keep Ed safe."
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Edward lamented out loud as he walked down the dark hallway with Victor Zsasz by his side. Admittedly, good for the confidence in some ways, but also put him on edge in so many other ways. "Now, we just have to go up he--"
He stopped talking when Victor covered his mouth with his hand and, yeah. There it was, the tell-tale sound of Jonathan's singing, of the scythe dragging. Certainly set the mood, had to give him props there. That cut off the way to Pamela cleanly for the moment. Victor and Edward communicated silently, taking off in the opposite direction. After a few minutes, they arrived at another cell instead and Edward quickly unlocked this one too. What a talent he had. If only he could stop himself from showing it off occasionally.
"Harvey? Two-Face?" Edward pushed the door open, addressing both options just in case. "I'm wondering what we're about to find behind door number two..."
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So when Edward burst in with something that was clearly going to be another fucking option to choose between, Harvey cursed.
"Fuck! No, come on, I just worked out when to sleep..." Harvey almost whined as he looked up at Edward from the door, looking at his dice, his eyes wide with fury and desperation cause fuck, this was bad. "Okay, don't ask me shit! Don't! Tell me."
He needed a direction comment with no options or he'd lose his mind.
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Victor blinked at him, so Edward clarified. "Coins."
"Ah." Without a word, Victor got his wallet out, opened it up and handed a coin to Edward. Who proceeded to hold the coin out to Harvey.
"One condition. This coin is only for options I present you with. Accepted? Yes or no?" He flipped the coin towards him. "Flip for it, handsome."
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Exhaling, Harvey looked elated as he clutched the coin tight and kicked the stupid dice aside.
"We're in lockdown. What happened? I was rolling for taking a piss and missed whatever this was." Time to play some catch up, now he was free. He assumed they were going to fix this shit or whatever. He looked at Victor and then frowned. "You don't go here..."
Zsasz always went to Blackgate. If he went. Which was super rare.
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"You're aware of Bolton, I assume? He's gone too far, really annoyed Jonathan Crane and now ol' Jonny's in full Scarecrow mode, hunting for the man. If you hear some gospel songs, that's where he is. He has a scythe."
"They go 'whoosh'," Victor explained, helpful again, accompanying it with a fitting hand movement.
Edward simply nodded his head to that, then looked at Harvey again. "The plan is subduing Jonathan. No killing. And ideally we do it before he can kill Bolton."
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Game respected game. He loved a man who invested in his gun. And damask print too? Nice.
"Have you thought of shoot him in the leg from afar? Might stop him. Slow him down. Otherwise, I dunno. Maybe we could find a way to get the tranq gun." He wasn't sure if Ed had a plan or not but he wanted to try and be useful at least.
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"Yes, yes. Very nice, but can we compare dicks later?" He was trying to think. "I guess the tranq gun is our best bet, as it stands. I wanted to get to Pamela, but the way was cut off before. Maybe we'd have better luck now. Off we go, gentlemen."
He led the way, trying to keep an ear out. "I sure hope he won't suddenly stop singing."
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They had a distraction. They could reach Pamela.
"Let's go quickly before the farm boy comes to harvest us." Harvey was not super excited to see Pamela but-- well, she was probably their strongest backup option if they didn't want to use the Joker.
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All the way up to Poison Ivy's cell, where Edward ducked down to take care of the keypad again. "Pamela?! It's Edward. I'm with Harvey Dent and Victor Zsasz."
"...why?" Pamela stepped up close to the door, peering through the bars. "And what is this lockdown all about? The generators are neglecting the plants during lockdown."
Presumably not a top priority, but Edward kept that thought to himself as he held the door open for her. "Jonathan Crane is out. Scarecrow. After Bolton."
"Ah." Pamela frowned. "Didn't he throw you? Why do we care about Bolton? He can be fertiliser and he'll be more useful that way."
"Smell nicer too," Edward quipped, shrugging his shoulders, "Oswald wants minimal damage. Dead Bolton would be a lot of damage."
Walking out of her cell, she looked at all three men, smirking at Harvey. "Hey there, handsome. I thought you were vegetating over cards."
"...Pamela, please."
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He gave Pamela a pointed look that he meant his threat and then pulled away, trying to look down the hallway that Jonathan had gone down.
There was nothing that could be seen but suddenly the most horrific screams rang out. Short, sweet and clearly swift to death. "Well... that's the back up guards down too. I guess we gotta get moving or we'll never reach him before Bolton does."
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"And if you are guessing, that probably means it's true." Pamela rolled her eyes, as annoyed with the Riddler being right as, she assumed, most people were. "I could meet the Scarecrow. He's still just a man." Which meant she did not think much of him.
"Sure, Pamela, you sweet flower, but he's a man in a gas mask. Besides, my educated guess is that he's rather not on your side of the Kinsey scale, if you catch my drift."
"Really now? Do I want to know how you know that?" Pamela shook her head, but conceded the point. "To the roof then. There are vines up there."
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"Let's just get to the fucking roof."
Harvey led the way, to try and restore some manhood, leading them down the hallway and -- oh, well, now they hit body central. "Urgh. Nice." He stepped over the beheaded bodies and accidentally kicked a head. Whoops. "How the fuck does Jon wield such a thing? It's bigger than him."
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"Interestingly, from what Harley told me, I thought you and Edward were the gay ones," Pamela said, probably mostly to tease. She assumed it'd be working. "It's really time you confront those inhibitions, Dent."
"The blood smells weird," Victor said, frowning. Something chemical was in the air around here.
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Harvey halted and held up his hand, hoping to not only cut off whatever slam Pamela had coming but also because he heard movement. Erratic movement. Weird noises to and-- oh Fuck.
"Jervis?!"
"Ah!" Jervis was indeed in the hallway, blood splattered up him, eyes wide with terror. Of course. Ever the coward. Though his eyes focused immediately on Edward, ignoring the other rogues. "Dormouse! March Hare has sliced the Cheshire cat in half! By the rec room! He is no hare, no more, no, no, he is --- he is the Jabberwocky!"
"... What?" Harvey raised an eyebrow and then turned to the group to take a poll. "Should I just knock him down?"
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"The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! The Cheshire cat, we have to go to him." Edward was not about to let the Joker die here. "What of Delite, is he anywhere?" Not that he cared overly much, but between Jonathan and the Joker, odds were he was caught up somewhere in the middle.
"I thought I was the Jabberwocky." Victor was a little put out over that.
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And then Jervis turned and rushed towards where the Joker was.
"I mean, we could just... leave them both to die..." Harvey muttered to Pamela, sensing she was on the same wavelength as him and maybe they could convince Victor to agree. Edward, probably not, but he was weak. They could drag him. "Is it really a big loss if the Joker bites it?"
"DORMOUSE!" Jervis cried out, clearly unable to control his volume - not great, Jonathan would find them if he kept that up. "The innards are outards! Hurry!"
Down the hall, right in front of the rec room, the Joker was slumped against the wall with an arm around his stomach. And blood was just ... oozing out everywhere. Jervis hovered, afraid to touch.
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