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- Primarily Prefer Male
The Joker sped down towards seventh and Broadway, the metal music blasting as loud as it could with that car's stereo system. Not loud enough for his taste, they needed to hear him coming in a cacophony of symphonic metal and warsongs. War would be coming, the new thugs were just the beginning, Black Mask needed to relearn something. Something that the Joker had to keep reminding him of, Gotham was his. Perhaps a more permanent lesson would be necessary. They made it to the barrier of police cars in front of the jewelry shop, there was only three, probably most of the men were trying to chase the Joker to the radio shack he had just left.
He shook his head and chuckled as he hit the gas, the police looked up from their cars and their eyes grew wide, and they had a moment to regret their choice of career before the Joker cut off their last thoughts. He yanked up the emergency break and turned the wheel, skidding them into three of the police officers. Only three were left, the man with the megaphone in his hand, and two officers who were leaning on the trunks of their car leisurely. The Joker came out and looked down at one of the men underneath his wheels, still conscious.
The officers turned and went for their guns, and the Joker dove under his car, grabbing two of the guns of the officers suffering a gruesome death between his wheels. He looked to the twitching officer who was still breathing, reading his name badge. They opened fire, "I wouldn't do that if I were you officers. Officer Terence here is still alive." They kept firing and he grimaced, "Not falling for that one, are they..." He mused until a stray bullet hit Terence and he coughed up blood.
"Stop!" the officer with the megaphone shouted. They hesitated a moment, but that was all he needed. He popped out from under the car and shot each of the officers that had been firing at him. They would still be alive, just knocked down. Center mass to knock them down, headshots to finish the job. He shot the officer with the megaphone in the knee as the man reached for his gun, he screamed and clutched his knee in pain as he fell. The Joker got up and hopped out, dusting himself off.
He bent down and picked up the megaphone, "Hello common criminals!" He shouted into it, "I imagine you've heard my voice on the news at least once or twice, so you know who I am. I'm coming in. I don't think I need to tell you what will happen if you fire at me." He dropped the megaphone, the first group of thugs he gathered didn't ever know it was a bluff, and after the first group, he never bluffed again. He took one gun in with him and walked up to the glass front door, pulling on the handle. It didn't come free and he grimaced, noticing it was locked. One of the masked men ran to the door, going to unlock it, but the Joker was out of patience.
He shot the glass, causing it to shatter and break open. He stepped through the broken door and held up his gun hand in a wave, "Don't mind me gentlemen, I'm just doing some shopping." He walked over to the jewelry case and looked over the thick lockets and chains, looking to see if they stocked gold bouillon.
One of the men gulped before speaking "Umm... Should we just go?" he asked, looking at the Joker. The Joker knew he used to be the leader.
"No, you work for me now." He found a white-gold locket and smashed the display case. He took the locket and pocketed it before looking around, no one had moved since he came in, good, he could take his time a bit. He looked over the watches next to the necklaces and saw a few that said Rolex on it, he picked up 5 of them, pocketing four and putting a white gold one on his wrist. He looked at the clock on the wall and adjusted the time till it was accurate, then nodded. He looked over the rest of the items, finding his way to some American Buffalo and double eagle coins. He smiled, just what he needed.
He smashed the display and pocketed all of them, "Your cut for this job and every job after is whatever you can get your hands on, so long as I don't take a fancy to it. Right now, I'm feeling it for some gold, anything platinum or silver you can keep for yourself, so you might want to raid the displays again. We leave in one minute." He said, walking slowly out the door and heading back to the car, opening the door and holding the white gold necklace out for Harley, "You can come to the front now, the five of them will have to pile in back." He said, soon the men were running out of the shop, covered in more jewelry than were in their bags.
"Toss the bags in the trunk then climb in back, yes, all of you, I hear any squabbling I start shooting." He said, waving his gun meaningfully. They nodded and tossed the bags in back and sat down in back, sure enough, all of the jewelry they had was silver.
He shook his head and chuckled as he hit the gas, the police looked up from their cars and their eyes grew wide, and they had a moment to regret their choice of career before the Joker cut off their last thoughts. He yanked up the emergency break and turned the wheel, skidding them into three of the police officers. Only three were left, the man with the megaphone in his hand, and two officers who were leaning on the trunks of their car leisurely. The Joker came out and looked down at one of the men underneath his wheels, still conscious.
The officers turned and went for their guns, and the Joker dove under his car, grabbing two of the guns of the officers suffering a gruesome death between his wheels. He looked to the twitching officer who was still breathing, reading his name badge. They opened fire, "I wouldn't do that if I were you officers. Officer Terence here is still alive." They kept firing and he grimaced, "Not falling for that one, are they..." He mused until a stray bullet hit Terence and he coughed up blood.
"Stop!" the officer with the megaphone shouted. They hesitated a moment, but that was all he needed. He popped out from under the car and shot each of the officers that had been firing at him. They would still be alive, just knocked down. Center mass to knock them down, headshots to finish the job. He shot the officer with the megaphone in the knee as the man reached for his gun, he screamed and clutched his knee in pain as he fell. The Joker got up and hopped out, dusting himself off.
He bent down and picked up the megaphone, "Hello common criminals!" He shouted into it, "I imagine you've heard my voice on the news at least once or twice, so you know who I am. I'm coming in. I don't think I need to tell you what will happen if you fire at me." He dropped the megaphone, the first group of thugs he gathered didn't ever know it was a bluff, and after the first group, he never bluffed again. He took one gun in with him and walked up to the glass front door, pulling on the handle. It didn't come free and he grimaced, noticing it was locked. One of the masked men ran to the door, going to unlock it, but the Joker was out of patience.
He shot the glass, causing it to shatter and break open. He stepped through the broken door and held up his gun hand in a wave, "Don't mind me gentlemen, I'm just doing some shopping." He walked over to the jewelry case and looked over the thick lockets and chains, looking to see if they stocked gold bouillon.
One of the men gulped before speaking "Umm... Should we just go?" he asked, looking at the Joker. The Joker knew he used to be the leader.
"No, you work for me now." He found a white-gold locket and smashed the display case. He took the locket and pocketed it before looking around, no one had moved since he came in, good, he could take his time a bit. He looked over the watches next to the necklaces and saw a few that said Rolex on it, he picked up 5 of them, pocketing four and putting a white gold one on his wrist. He looked at the clock on the wall and adjusted the time till it was accurate, then nodded. He looked over the rest of the items, finding his way to some American Buffalo and double eagle coins. He smiled, just what he needed.
He smashed the display and pocketed all of them, "Your cut for this job and every job after is whatever you can get your hands on, so long as I don't take a fancy to it. Right now, I'm feeling it for some gold, anything platinum or silver you can keep for yourself, so you might want to raid the displays again. We leave in one minute." He said, walking slowly out the door and heading back to the car, opening the door and holding the white gold necklace out for Harley, "You can come to the front now, the five of them will have to pile in back." He said, soon the men were running out of the shop, covered in more jewelry than were in their bags.
"Toss the bags in the trunk then climb in back, yes, all of you, I hear any squabbling I start shooting." He said, waving his gun meaningfully. They nodded and tossed the bags in back and sat down in back, sure enough, all of the jewelry they had was silver.