And Justice For All (Fujiko Itagai/Open)

[The Joker]

The Gotham moon was full tonight and radiating a glow on the streets. Some statistics say that people are more likely to behave more savagely on a full moon than without one, but this wasn’t the case for him, because the moon didn’t solar power the Joker. His engine of murder was fully capable of starting any day, rain or shine. But nonetheless this was a bright full moon and it really did light up the streets and the darkest of alleys and even had an overpowering effect on the street lights that were meant to do such a thing in the first place.

He had no intentions of acting mischievous when he stepped out on the rooftop of an abandoned apartment building and pushed his soon to be former colleague over the ledge. It was just good fun, an amusing kick for laughs. Not so earlier, the recruited clown informed the Joker that he gained the ability of flight. He appeared very convinced that he could and pleaded that the Joker himself witnesses the demonstration first hand. He didn’t actually believe his patron in crime could actually, say, fly, but who was the Joker to doubt a hopeful dreamer? The claimed feat definitely invoked his interest and it was more than worth a look if not a push.

Which was exactly what the Joker had done, give the fellow a helpful little push off the ledge, a true nice effort of teamwork, no doubt. The mad recruit flailed his arms with will and excitement soon after becoming airborne and for just a moment Joker Eyes believed they had seen the impossible and almost anticipated to see him take a roaring uplift into the Gotham air… but the laws of physics had other plans. He plummeted straight down into sidewalk pavement just beneath a street light that happily displayed the mess with expert lighting. The Joker peered over the ledge and breathed a deep sigh of disappointment, ”Gravity always a holding a man down.”

[sarahhifumi]

The moon glowed brightly in the sky, a full moon at that. It was truly a beautiful night, the stars were out and the night was warm. The streets were mostly empty save for the few night workers, police, and random thugs who inhabited the streets after dark. One person, however, was out of the ordinary. A young woman, dressed in blood red leather from neck to boot, strode down the street with a purpose. The only thing on her body that wasn't covered in the skin tight leather was her hands, which had a pair of marksman's gloves on them. Her shoulder length, straight black hair was tied into a pony tail, something she did to ensure it never got in the way during a possible fight.

Her brown eyes surveyed the area in an alert fashion, making sure she missed nothing in her search. On each hip, she had a Desert Eagle, her favorite weapons. On her belt, she had several dozen throwing knives. She had a dagger attached to her right boot, and a rifle, an M-16, on her back, something she had stolen from a military man while out and about. She was a projectile sort of person, and with good reason. She was called 'The Red Bullet.'

Fujiko Itagai was not a person to be trifled with. She had no qualms about killing anyone who deserved death, in her opinion. She heard the occasional cat call or whistle in her direction from some thug or another, but ignored in favor of continuing her search. Her greatest enemy was somewhere in this city, considering he had just killed someone the day before, and it was her mission to see if she could find him this time around.

As she walked, she heard a man screaming, and looked up, only to step back as a man hit the street not five feet in front of her. Blood splattered her outfit and face, but she paid no attention to such things. She was used to feeling of blood on her face. She had killed too many people to not know the feeling. She looked up to see a man standing over the ledge. He had some sort of strange make-up on and had a disappointed look on his face. Fujiko frowned, and moved over to the fire escape ladder. Using her enhanced muscles, she leaped and grabbed the bottom rung, before climbing the ladderwell quickly. She was at the top in about a minute, and stared down the man in front of her.
"Was killing that man really necessary?" She asked, indignation in her tone.

[The Joker]

It did not seem long after the failed attempt of flight that another presence graced the Gotham moon. Still peered on the edge of the ledge, it didn’t take much to notice that particular figure leaping onto the ladder and scurrying up it like a rabid squirrel; a rabid squirrel armed to the teeth with enough weapons to take on an army. Only she wasn’t a squirrel, of course, and she was actually a she, yes. That revealing became more apparent when she climbed onto the roof and got herself a good look at him.

And then she asked him if the previous display of splendid action, though some may rather say murder, was necessary. ”Trail and error, my dear. Trial and error,” and he stepped from the ledge back onto the roof top, the moon light, strong as it was, unable to successfully reveal the sockets of his raccoon eyes. ”To who do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?”