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Who: Joker + Open
When: Night of the 20th
Where: City-wide
Summary: The Joker is dead but not gone. He returns in the Darkness to destroy the island he feels has taken so much from him.
Warnings: Violence, possible character death, language

The war path started in sector five where a man had died, feeling alone and bitter. The massive creature bore the man's madness, anger, pain and despair and knew only one thing: Destruction. It thundered down the streets, its long tail lashing about behind it, its hideous, cackling cries echoing to the rooftops. Where it went it disturbed the other beasts and all over the island the Darkness was starting to act up and grow more violent.

The creature took no notice of the madness it produced. It had only one aim: The Core. It was making its way towards Sector Four to destroy the machine once and for all. For Batman's sake. Even in the Darkness, it was all still about Batman.

((OOC: OOC info on the event!. Threading format is "Tagger's Choice": Tag however you feel most comfortable. And feel free to NPC the monsters and civilians as you wish! People fighting Joker will be fighting him at the same time, so go ahead and tag each other. Also, if you'd like to play with one of the optional Core status ailments: Getting closer to the baseball diamond may make you feel queasy or uneasy as if the Pull has become a Push.))

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Jake Marshall had also been keeping true to his word when he said he'd keep looking for the girl, little Violet. He had been so caught up in finding this girl, in searching for any sign of her, that he didn't even notice the sun going down. In fact, he only was startled out of his one-track thoughts when the Sirens began to blare. "... shit-!"

He quickly began running toward the center of the island - his path around the city had just been spiraling outward, so he was nowhere near the apartment. Right through the middle was the fastest way to get home. But that was helping him run faster, especially as he started seeing things forming in the shadows. Mentally, he reminded himself to berate himself for his stupidity later. It was when he really started having to dodge creatures coming toward him that he tried ducking through the maze of alleyways in the middle of the island - the downside was less space for him, but that meant less space for the monsters, meaning less monsters to fight.

Jake continued through the alleys, dodging what he could, shooting what he couldn't, taking all the training from the police force here to do it. He was going directly by the book, which wasn't exactly the best idea, but for a man with no powers he could practically apply to fighting, and only about 50 bullets left on him? He didn't exactly have the opportunity to take chances.

Re-l was luckier, though she owed it all to Batman and Deathstroke. She'd asked for help, for training, and she had her powers backing her up. Using guns in the Darkness, unfortunately, just lured more creatures in. There were a few people outside using the guns they had in their households, or resorted to using their powers. It only served to further enrage the monsters. It also made it difficult to traverse the scene without coming under fire herself.

She ran by one of the alleyways, something catching her eye. She whipped around, ready to strike--

"...Jake?"

If she hadn't hesitated, she could have stabbed him or done some real, permanent damage. She frowned. "Jake, are you okay?"

He hadn't fired his gun too often, just on the big nasties that he couldn't run away from without forcing them to hesitate. As he continued, his adrenaline pumping and his heart racing, he was getting ready for any sort of attack, anything that might kill him. He saw something up ahead of him dash by - and he perceived it as a threat, his gun whirling straight toward it when--

"... Jake?"

He realized just what - or rather, who - was in front of him, and he immediately lowered his gun, letting out a little sigh of relief. "Jesus christ, y'almost made me drop dead in my boots." He seemed thankful to see her, even if the realization she was out in the Darkness dawned on him a few moments later. "The hell you doin' out here?" He turned to quickly look around them, see if anything of immediate danger was coming toward them - but thankfully there was nothing except the normal, zombie-like monsters, which were slow and stupid, and easy enough to avoid. He seemed to have lost the big ones in the labyrinth of alleys.

It was only then that he turned his attention back to Re-l, giving her a nod and the smallest hint of a grateful smile. "I'm doin' just fine, miss Re-l. Little bruised, maybe, but nothin' a shot'a whiskey won't cure."

He really could have shot her. From that range, she probably wouldn't have been able to dodge it, either. She released a sigh of relief when he lowered it, and she straightened, relaxing for the moment. We could have damn well killed each other, dammit. She gave him a faint smile, glad to see he was safe. As much as she figured he'd be home by now, at least he wasn't stuck alone in this mess.

"I'm usually out here," she admitted, stepping away from the mouth of the alleyway so he could join her, though she kept her eye out for any other monsters that might sneak up on them. "I could ask you the same question, though."

There were more growls closing in and she frowned, turning back to him. "But not now. We have to keep moving. Where are you headed?" If he was going to go home, she'd accompany him.

He wasn't exactly feeling great about pointing a gun at one of his coworkers, either. Thankfully, Re-l's quick thinking had gotten them both out of danger. He was also happy to see she was fine, or at least, not hurt yet.

"Usually? You serious?" Well, he'd known Re-l was, to put it in three words or less, a complete badass. But Jake hadn't expected to hear she came out into the Darkness that often. Though she hadn't been terribly hurt by it yet, to his knowledge, so as long as she knew what she was doing, he wasn't going to press the issue.

"Ain't like I meant to get stuck out here after dark. I was lookin' fer Violet, and I guess I just lost track of time." He sheepishly admitted this fact, looking away again so that he could gauge where the danger was most significant. It seemed like they had a group coming at them right now, and he nodded at Re-l's suggestion.

"Yer right, let's high-tail it outta here. Headin' b'tween sectors two and four, Diego's and my place." He shifted his gun into ready position again, so he could pop his arm up and fire if needed. "You gonna be all right out here, on yer own? Though I reckon you've been out here a lot more'n I have."

After another cursory check, he took the initiative to start running again, not firing at anything yet - he hadn't seen any big bads hiding in the alleys yet. Though once they got to the main streets... that wasn't so sure what would happen.

She shouldn't have said that but she trusted him to not question it much, maybe not even think about it after tonight. Besides, it wasn't the most important thing at the moment. Right now, they had to get to safety or they needed to help these people. Jake had a gun but no natural defense to monsters; she didn't want him hurt.

"Yes, I'm serious," she said. "But that's not the issue. We need to get out of here, and quickly."

She knew how to get to Diego's home from here. She cursed herself for not bringing her motorcycle; they'd be able to make it in double time. She turned and gestured for him to follow her as she checked the streets closest to them. "I'll be all right, honest. I have a healing ability, remember?" Re-l turned back to him and tried to give him a reassuring smile, grim as it may be. "I won't die."

Not until she figured out who caused this and put a stop to them.