[P-P-Poker Faceee] [Tag: Pengy, Kitty, and Jay]

[Alli]

Okay so when she had picked up this whole Batgirl thing, it had only been for one night and it had honestly been a joke until Bruce Wayne had been in danger by the crazy Moth guy… oh whatever you know the story. Batman had been a complete jerk to her when she had showed up, he didn’t like her, didn’t want to train her, and didn’t want her to “get hurt” or whatever. First her Dad wouldn’t let her be a cop, and even Bat boy Batman wouldn't let her have any fun.

Not that being a cop would be fun, but it was better than being nineteen, unemployed and done with college.

Sheesh, she wasn't a baby anymore, she could make her own decisions. But apparently not, seeing as Bats Batman was in charge of becoming a vigilante, and her Dad was dictator of her life. Even though her Father WAS a cop, and so was Sarah, who her Father was currently seeing. She wouldn't be surprised when they tied the knot, but really?

Two cops, and she was the daughter that wasn't allowed to be. Alright, Dad. It's either me being a cop, or you know dressing up as a bat at night. She looked down to see her reflection in a puddle, she looked absurd.

Black, blue and yellow. The papers were referring her to her as the "Baby Bat", rather than Batgirl. It infuriated her to no end, the papers didn't take her seriously, Batman didn't take her seriously, her Dad...

She was going to prove herself, damnit. She was going to prove herself to her Father (even if he wouldn't know it was her), to Batman, to that stupid Robin kid that had a really nice ass in those hot pants wore bright green pants and had to be AT LEAST sixteen, seeing as he could drive

[/b] now. Sheesh, she could remember being ten and seeing this little boy beside Batman in her Dad's office. Now he was taller than her, and thought he was so SPECIAL because he was Batman's sidekick.

That's all he was, a sidekick, a stupid cute sidekick.

She grumbled to herself how she was going off her rocker. Then she looked down to that puddle again, the cowl, the bat ears. She was off her rocker, but she was going to prove herself.

Keep telling yourself that Babs, and maybe you'll actually get somewhere besides staring at yourself in a puddle.

Where would she go? There weren't any recent breakouts from Arkham, or Blackgate, but there were a dozen or so "crazies" in Gotham. One of them happened to be Oswald Cobblepot, who owned the Iceberg Lounge, a nightclub that was filled with "shady" characters. Her Dad had said something about it being possible that the other criminals met there for "security".

Why would you go to a nightclub/restaurant run by a former/current rogue, that you KNEW was under current surveillance? Because these weren't some random thief on the street, these were Gotham Rogues.

They were ballsy.

So while running across rooftops (which was harder than it looked, especially in HEELS. Why did she wear heels? Because she had never bothered buying another pair of bright yellow shoes that were more comfortable and less... deadly) she heard different noises. Ambulances, police sirens, things that had enough attention that she could go out on something of her own. If she was going to prove herself, she had to find something that didn't have Batman's attention when she arrived.

So when she arrived at the Iceberg Lounge the first thing she noticed was the fact that she could see through the ceiling. It looked innocent enough, but she was going to wait around until something happened. If anything happened, she hoped something happened.

Crack.[/b]

When she went to move just a tiny, itty bit, the glass cracked beneath her (and her heels, she blamed the damn heels more than her weight!) and the glass shattered beneath her.

That was NOT what she wanted to happen. [/size][/center]

[Yvette]

"UNO!"

Joker screeched the triumphant word, slamming his hand down onto the table. Chips scattered and scurried away from his white hand, making their escape into laps and onto the floor. The plastic clinking followed suit as they fell and shifted. He tossed his hands up, letting the cards fall from his hand.

Yes.

Cards.

Joker had five cards in his hand. Not anymore, though.

They fluttered to the floor. One landed on his shoulder before falling away, and two landed in the water behind him, as his back was to the fishtank.

This game was fun.

He grinned at the other players and smoothed a hand over his green hair, before frowning in annoyance and putting his hands in his lap. Overexaggurating his discreet motion, he wiped his gel-slicked hand on the chair.

"I win, chumps," He sneered and the grin returned. Joker picked up three of his cards from the floor, and glanced behind him. He spotted one but wasn't going to dare pick it up from the water.

Wait, only one? He laughed, shaking his head, "Part of a well-balanced diet?" He said quietly before turning back to the game. His green eyes scanned the other players.

Joker knew the game. He knew the stakes. He knew how to lie, he knew strategies. He also knew this game was pointless.

Poker?
Noooooo. Uno. Maybe Old Maid? Go Fish if things got too boring. There were fish, and he was sure that some of these people would make good fish bait.

Nothing like a good card game to relax the mind.

Joker gestured around the table, where the plastic betting circles had scattered. He bit his lip, feigning guilt, but he couldn't hide a grin. Expressions were very hard to hide on a face like his.

"Can I have my chips back?"

[xmisselphiex]

"'Uno'?" Catwoman scoffed from her place lounging on a nearby table unwilling to even insult herself by associating with the boys she was around at the moment, at least not to the extent of playing games with them. She was dead-set upon the fact that she was better than everyone there, and everyone who would arrive and putting themselves in their company. Emerald eyes rolled from beneath orange tinted glasses. "Clown boy, newsflash, you are not playing UNO! Idiot!"

She slammed her glass down on the table with annoyance. Why the hell was she here? She really shouldn't have been. She would be much less bored if she was wandering the streets of Gotham, complicating Batsy's job by distracting him, and continuing her attempts to seduce him. She took a deep breath and thought about it.

Catwoman was there because she could learn things from all of them, things that could either help her help the Batman or help her harm him depending on how she felt. She still didn't know exactly where she fell on the scale of good and evil in comparison to the rest of the scum of Gotham.

Actually she did, she was neutral. She would never be as psychopathic as Joker, or 'Pengy' even Harley. But she would never be as pearly white as the Dark Knight but the more she examined her conscience the more complicated her alignment became, but that was beside that point.

Her thoughts were distracted by the sound of what she thought was glass shattering, but then again they were in one of the many seedier areas of Gotham so she wrote it off, after she peered out the door once, as some gang members having fun out on the street. Her attention once again turned towards the Joker.

"You're not playing Uno," she repeated as though she was talking to someone who was more than a little slow in the head as she fanned out five cards in front of the man's nose, a royal flush "You're playing Poker."

[Banzaar]

Poker with the Joker.

Just because it rhymed didn’t mean it was meant.

Oswald scowled at Joker from across the table, mouth crumpling in annoyance as the extravagant man threw his hand of cards up into the air. He might have admonished the man of his error on which card game was being played, but this rebuke was promptly forgotten when Cobblepot watched two of the cards flutter into the water below.

With a growl, he smacked his own gloved hand across the table and abandoned his chair. Moving quickly with as much dignity as was possible, he hurried over to the railing and stared down at the blue waters below. “Damnit Joker,” Oswald griped, “Two of those cards went in, and I only see one of them.” Swiveling back around, he prodded the umbrella in the clown’s direction, beady eyes narrowing, “If one of my seals has digestion issues, it’ll be you that’ll have to answer for it.”

He might have reprimanded the lunatic further, but a certain female voice cut across his own. His gaze, though still annoyed, became more appreciative as he turned to Catwoman. He might have interceded her rant, but he felt she was doing a marvelous job, and he didn’t mind the show of womanly anger… especially when it wasn’t being directed towards him. He gave a slight smirk, eyes lighting up with pleased agreement as Catwoman thrust her hand of cards in Joker’s face.

And then the smile slid off his face.

A small cracking sound met his ears and he stilled, brow furrowing. “Ohh, not again.” He managed to growl out, before a louder tinkling sound echoed inside the lounge and suddenly glass was shattering around him, the table, the water, and behind him. He flung his umbrella out and ducked, knowing full well this could only mean one thing – a bat was paying him a visit.

[Alli]

Barbara decided, while surely falling to her death because this was Penguin's hideout and he probably had guards. With guns, and she wasn't bullet proof. Why Batgirl, why not SUPERgirl? She was bullet proof, she could fly, she had Metropolis. She would be able to handle herself in this situation instead of falling and her cape hardly doing anything.

When she landed, unfortunately she landed on a table, which wobbled (as any table would do when it was not fit for STANDING ON, it's not Penguin was running a bar where the waitresses danced on the tables. Even if the waitresses looked like they had lost the corner they were supposed to be working.) and she almost lost her balance.

Smooth Babs, fall and you'll be caught with guns pointed at you. Then her eyes fell on the "party" that she had just crashed. Joker, Catwoman and Penguin. She had only read about the first two, but the last she had come across in person when her Father had taken her to the Iceberg Lounge for dinner.

Of course it had been for an investigation, but she had still seen him. So it really wasn't as much of a shock as seeing Joker (in person and not in her Dad's files or in the newspaper) in person. Catwoman was, well Catwoman. Barbara thought, somewhat, that she wouldn't been caught dead with the Joker and Penguin, but here she was playing... poker?

"Sorry to crash your party." It was the first thing that came to mind. She was quick to realize that there were guns pointing at her, and they weren't coming from the crazies at the poker table.

You're gonna get killed Barbara. You're in the room with three nuts. They have more bullets than you can dodge at your fastest.

Well... crap.

[Yvette]

Joker's grin widened at The Penguin's reaction. He was worried about his damn seals? How pathetic. Lazily, he reached out to aim the umbrella away from him.

"/Chill/, Pengy."

This sent him into a howl of laughter, as though he hadn't used that line hundreds of times before. Some jokes /never/ got old. As he turned back to the table, Catwoman's cards met his face and the smile faded for a brief moment in surprise. But it grew back. Removing his hand from the umbrella, he now pushed the cards away, "I'm playing the Game of Life," He corrected, "It's rather unfair, I think my spinner is rigged. Haven't passed 'payday' in forever." He folded his arms, the three remaining cards poking out from where his hand was under his arm. He pretended a pout, but burst into laughter.

That ended abruptly, though, as it began to rain.

Indoors.

Glass.

Shielding his head with his arms, the Joker clenched his jaw and closed his eyes tightly. What the hell was wrong with the damn ceiling?! He never saw the point to glass ceilings....

After the thoroughly entertaining and painfully satisfying bothersome storm of shards ended, he gave his arms a shake to get the glass off them, and frowned at a few snags and tears. Why? Why did he have to keep stealing more material for outfits?! It was really getting annoying.

He'd let Harley know later.

Looking up at the thud of their landed disturbance, the ear-to-ear smirk resumed it's place. Ever one to search for his publicity in the newspapers, Joker had read about this particular annoyance.

"Babybat!"

[xmisselphiex]

Catwoman literally growled as she threw the cards directly into the face of the Clown Prince of Crime. "You are so incredibly annoy-" she was cut off by the sudden downfall of glass. Black-leather clad arms reached across her face out of habit even though she knew all the important things were covered by the suit and the goggles but she immediately walked towards where she heard the dull thud though she remained quite a bit behind the boys.

Her blood-red lips twitched down into a frown as she realized who it was, through her man encounters she had had with Batsy she knew he had been training a new member of the Bat family not to mention the newspapers. Her jaw remained set in the frown. She didn't want to do anything to hurt a bat but she could taunt a little, if it got too out of hand she might help then disappear...or something.

"Bitty bats," she purred hands on her hips "Getting a little to big for your uniform? Breaking glass and all, might wanna think about losing a bit of weight. Can't have a chubby bat running around Gotham."

She smirked down at her, the taunt was mostly for show. Hr affection for the biggest bat was a little to great for her to one-hundred percent mean it.

[Banzaar]

Cobblepot’s brow twitched in aggravation at the sight of Batgirl trying to balance herself on one of his tables; a table that only a moment before had elegant glassware sitting atop a smooth tablecloth. “Rrrgh!” With a sneer of frustration on his face, he took a few steps forward in a jerky fashion, as though he was trying to restrain himself from sprinting across the area in an undignified manner. “Haven’t you flying rodents ever thought of using a door? Besides of which, why are you sneaking up on my roof anyway? Is poker illegal now too? Just because you wear a mask doesn’t mean I couldn’t write you up for harassment.”

At Catwoman’s interjection, he flicked a glance over his shoulder at the feline with slight agitation, annoyance flitting across his face with her jabbing weight comment. For now, he chose to ignore it, before it bit him in the ass more than he would care for.

In one swift movement, he had the umbrella closed back to its proper state, and aimed at Batgirl. “Now, you’ve got two seconds to remove yourself from that table, or I’m going to put a few holes in that costume of yours.”

/short post fail

[mallory]

"Ooh, Mistah J will be so prouda me!" For once, Harley's words were encouraging and rather proud. It's not every night she goes off by herself without even telling The Joker where she was. She wanted to surprise him. She wanted to launch her own attack and have him he so proud of what she did, he'd finally confess his love for her and they could make the perfect evil family together. Just the thought of her plan got her swooning and mooning as she flipped down an alley way and climbed her way up one of the smaller buildings of Gotham City. It wasn't a huge operation, in fact it was only a minor burglary. But she pulled it off! And managed to slink away with some precious gems for her and her puddin'. She clenched the small sack tightly in her hand, making sure not to let it slip out of her grasp as she worked her way towards their beloved home. Harley wasn't exactly sure he would be there, but where else would he be? If something big was going down tonight, he would have told her, right?

Wrong. She slowly approached the building, slipping in through the front door and seeing nothing and no one. The babies were sleeping in their beds, and the thugs had taken off for the night. The Joker's desk was empty, a saddening sight for poor Harls. She pouted and approached the desk, putting the gem bag safely in his top drawer. On the desk, amongst the random plans for killing the B-Man were some small sticky notes. She read one aloud that had the date on it, "Poker with the gang at Pengy's place." Her pout turned into a frown as she threw the yellow paper down onto the desk. "But why wouldn't puddin' tell me?" Sighing, she left the place, giving the babies a kiss from mommy of course, and slipping out the way she came in, she quickly headed off in the direction of the Iceberg Lounge. God knows by now some trouble had started that she already missed.

Boy, was Harley right when she needed to be. She made sure to take the back roads and arrived rather quickly to the restaurant. Peering inside at first, she saw a small group of people gathered around a table, playing a card game. And, commanding the room was, of course, The Joker. So he did go out without telling her! Hmph. She'll show him what a mistake that was! Quite angrily, Harley shoved opened the doors and approached the table, about to make her big entrance. And then, the ceiling shattered. And down from the heavens above fell a little baby bat. Jeez, she really did pick a good night to go out. She stepped forward a bit, trying to make herself more present before saying anything. "Well, at first I was gonna ask about why you didn't tell me you were out tanight puddin'." She titled her head at the winged rat, surrounded by a gaggle of some of Gotham's most notorious villains. Slowly, she approached the scene, sliding behind The Joker's chair, putting her hand on his shoulder. "But now I can see tanight's agenda has gotten more fun fa everyone! Whatcha doing out here Baby Bat?"

[godot]

The Music Meister was not an important villain, certainly not important enough to play in the poker game that was currently being held in the Iceberg Lounge. This was fine by him; hell, he didn't even notice the game going on when he showed up to the Lounge dressed in a more toned down version of his usual costume.

Yes, yes, he knew what he had made himself do for the last two months. Lay low, don't get noticed, and more importantly: Don't get caught. This all could be accomplished by not dressing up like a megalomaniac and singing to strangers in the street, and he'd been doing a pretty good job of it. But he could only last for so long! What had that girl said on Glee? “I'm like Tinkerbell; I need applause to live!” That was a statement he could appreciate. He needed people to appreciate him, but at the same time, doing anything that would make them appreciate him (Besides being devilishly handsome and the most charming and humble man alive!) would also make The Bat come. And he so did not appreciate The Bat.

There was a compromise. Somewhere. He could dress up, go somewhere crowded, hopefully somewhere where he wouldn't stand out too terribly. The Iceberg Lounge fit the bill; run by a little fatass who called himself the Walrus, or Penguin, whichever, it was well visited by more flamboyant people. Surely, he could fit in...?

So he went, jacket, pants and spats included. His glasses and hat were left at home, figuring they weren't necessary inside. At once he set to work charming anything with breasts, and settled for a young blonde who was only too happy to meet his advances. She was also very happy to meet him in the bathroom to get to know each other a bit better. It wasn't classy, but damn it worked! Once finished with her, he had been happy to get her number in case he ever felt the need to get to know her again, and went back into the lounge to see exactly how many times he could score in one night--

That is, until something broke the ceiling and landed on the table the villains had been using to play poker. Stifling the urge to sing Poker Face, he slid closer to the table, more out of curiosity than intelligence-- Surely anything that dropped from the ceiling wasn't exactly something he wanted to get closer to, what with his current policy of “Stay as far away from The Cockblock as humanly possible”? He clearly wasn't thinking straight, but any possible dangers he could be walking toward turned out to be null and void when he realized the person standing on the table was definitely female. Very female.
Smirking to himself, The Meister sat back a moment, rocking on his heels as he hummed the song he was trying not to sing in spite of himself and listening to what the villains were saying to her. Baby Bats? He'd heard of her. How close to Papa Bats was she? Surely not too close, or she would have made the papers more often. And yet... and yet, he might be able to use that... Of course, it risked pissing off all the villains here as well as the bat, but, well, it might work.

Hearing that little fat man's threat directed at the intruder, Meister stopped humming and shook his head. “Walrus, is that how you treat your guests?” he asked the squat fellow, clearly not caring that he was talking down to a man with far more experience and notoriety than him. Balls before brains, it seemed-- and he had a lot of balls, especially when he walked right over to the table and offered the girl his hand. “Bat Girl, right? You might want to come down from there,” he offered quite civilly.

His intentions were anything but civil, but he couldn't use her if the pack of wild dogs around the table tore her to shreds, now could he?

[colonist]

Ah, poker. Fugate had never really liked the game, due to the fact that playing a card game was useless, time-consuming, and boring. Of course, he'd never played the game, having never put any time for it in his schedule. He'd played a few games of bridge on Christmas, though, but it was still boring. Usually, he'd leave the game early to go to work - he never got anyone any presents, besides maybe a card, so he really didn't have a place there anyone. On top of that, Fugate's spirit wasn't really a festive one - what was the need for tinr-consuming festivity? Unless, of course, it was celebrating clocks. Clocks deserved a day in the year, for all they did for us. Fugate would take a day of work in a heartbeat just to go rave to a beat that included a clock ticking. Alright, no, that was an exaggeration. But. Not by much.

The subject was brought up in Fugate's mind by the card game in front of him, between the Joker and Catwoman. Fugate scowled at the sight of the Joker. How he hated that man so, always prancing around and singing and laughing and making jokes. Everything he did was just so darn useless and time-consuming. Could he not create a crime that /didn't/ include maniacal laughs, stupid schemes, and bad jokes? No, he couldn't. How lame of him. Of course, Fugate had to be fair - he wasn't on top of the Dark Knight's villains list, and hadn't created any really big crimes, as of yet. But he would. Some day.

Now, the Penguin... The Penguin was much more respectable! Fugate had always noticed the old Cobblepot's orderly fashion and more thought-out crimes. They should collaborate some time.

Catwoman was a slut. 'Nuff said.

Then Fugate was genuinely surprised - a girl in a bat costume, recognized as Bat Girl, crashing through the ceiling. Well, in four seconds, she would be. The precognate Clock King got up out of his chair, which, he had calculated, would be directly under the shower of glass, and stepped back slowly and calmly as the Bat Girl fell, as expected. Fugate leaned on his cane, with a small smirk on his face, his clock face-like glasses glinting in the dimmed light of the club. How would this little fiasco turn out?

[Alli]

Bitsy Bat, Baby Bat… CHUBBY BAT? She was not, at all chubby in any definition of the word. It wasn’t HER fault that the glass was thin and more than likely cheap. It was the damn heels, she was surprised she hadn't broken her ankle, but she was NOT fat. She looked damn good in a bikini, this suit didn't make her look fat. Nope, not at all. They were just jealous because they couldn't pull off a bat suit like she could.

Yep, that's what she was telling herself.

"You have two seconds to remove yourself from that table." The Penguin told her, pointing at her with an umbrella, or he was going to shoot her… with an umbrella? What the hell? An umbrella? He was a Penguin, that was going to shoot her with an umbrella?

... She had no words for this, thank God.

However when she landed on the table, it was like more and more villains just kept piling in. Harlequin, who was pretty much Joker's whore Henchwench. Then there was... uh... some... guy in purple, and a clock guy that was just standing there?

Note to self: if I live through this, and I become affiliated with Batman. Study his rogue gallery like a mad man. Okay that was a really bad choice of words, but it worked. Kind of.

It had to be longer than two seconds, maybe a minute or so since she had started taking in everything around her. Pretty much, if they ganged up on her. She was screwed.

But wait! Purple guy was talking to her, kindly. Sort of. Okay well it was kinder than pointing a UMBRELLA AT HER AND THREATENING TO SHOOT.

She would not get over that umbrella, nope. Wasn't going to happen. Seriously an umbrella as a gun, who came up with these things? And /why/? When did Penguins start carrying umbrellas?

She ignored the Purple guy's hand and stepped off the table on her own, then missed the feeling of seeing over everyone's heads. Even in heels she was below the average height of a woman.

Maybe she should have stayed on that table.

[Yvette]

He wasn't really paying attention to Harley's enterance.

Or her words.

After all. He was used to tuning them out, anyway. And with 'Chubby Bat' showing up, 'Chubby Ozzie' flailing his umberella about (thankfully at someone else), this guy helping Babybat off the table, and so many other things going on, he extra-wasn't-paying-attention to her.

In fact, he didn't even know she was there until she put her hand on his shoulder.

"What?!" he snapped, standing up to turn to her.

Of course, he didn't realize a lot of things about this situation:

• She was behind him
  
• His back was to the tank of seals, and God-knew-what other kinds of creatures
  
• There wasn't really a lot of space between him and the tank
  

Joker's chair moved back as his legs forced it away to stand, and the chair forced Harley away to let him move. Not comprehending that it was his Harlequin fangirl assistant, he pushed more. The damn chair was stuck. He then realized who the distrubance was, and actually grinned. The arrival of Baby Bat and the winning of the "Uno" game had put him in a rather plesant mood. But the damage was done, he'd shoved the chair rather hard in her direction. Now gravity decided it's strength. Fall or balance?

He didn't care.

At all.

"Hello." Joker said calmly, as though there wasn't a roomful of people, or broken glass, or a member of the Batfamily... And especially as though he hadn't been hurting her. He tugged at his suit jacket to straighten it.

[xmisselphiex]

"Baby bats really is bitty," Catwoman drawled from behind the wall of men, well and the crazy clown bitch. She knew all of them hated her just as much as she hated them. She kept her posture leaned against the wall, giving off an air of really just not caring when, in fact, her mind was going about a hundred miles a minute as to see where this was going to go, and how she would be able to help Bitty Bats out of this without sustaining injuries from the men.

She downed White Russian she had near her hand before she seductively licked her lips just out of habit before she slammed the glass down, added another amount of shattered glass to the already large amount. She chuckled a little

"Whoops, clumsy me, outta my way fellas," she said literally parting the men with her hands arrogantly as she stepped forward to look down at Batgirl.

"Now why is Batsy's new protegee out and about without her guardian?" she asked with a tilt of her head "Don't tell me you don't have daddy's permission to be out. Oooo, you're gonna get so busted if you don't make your curfew, Batbaby."

/bad post >_< Sorry

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[Banzaar]

Oswald was getting more than a little aggravated. He hadn’t, in fact, invited anyone here. Suddenly, Joker decides that there was some invitation of poker at his lounge … yet the lunatic was trying to play every game but poker. But he would have preferred that over the sudden collage of villains and vigilante flocking to his lounge to wreck havoc upon it. Anything but that.

Still aiming his umbrella in a quite threatening manner at the Batgirl, he was about to pull the trigger when some ginger-haired, purple suited man had the nerve to call him a walrus. A WALRUS! Furthermore, the impudent little cretin even had the nerve to question the way he ran his own business. And then offered his hand to the costumed girl as though she was the victim here. She crashed through his roof, unannounced, and ultimately destroying his property. Shouldn’t that leave him a reason to abandon some his courtesy to the brat?

Just as he was about to start a pissing contest with this newest intruder, his attention was torn to the sound of a loud splash followed by an even louder shriek. His eyes widened at the sight of Harley Quinn, now thrashing inside the leopard seal tank. “Damnit Harley… Joker!” That does it, this was the last time Joker was ever going to set foot in his lounge again. Something always went wrong with that clown around. Rushing to the railing, he peered down at the now drenched Harley with scowling eyes, “I would suggest getting out, unless you wish to be eaten.” He didn’t, however, offer his help. He was in too much of a foul mood to be that accommodating.

And then the unfortunate sound of breaking glass met his ears… again. Wincing, he turned around to see Catwoman remove her clawed hand from what was left of the flute. “Was that,” He growled in a tight voice, “really necessary?”