"Beck. Helped me break out of there," The Joker responded,
approaching Midnight with a grin. "Where were you today? Had a bit
of trouble with the kids playing 'Batman Stops the Bad Guy'."
"I didn't think you needed help, After all, I am a last resort" he
said while crossing his arms. "But I do look forward to seeing
these new heroes" he said while smirking devilishly
Beck heaved on the floor once more, adopting the fetal position
inside of his own puddle of sick. He would have been disgusted, but
was too focused on the pain to notice. After another five minutes
he managed to pick himself off of the floor, crawling to the
bathroom and washing it all off. Beck grunted as he rubbed the
bruised spot from earlier's explosion. He felt terrible. He knew he
was a mess. The young man half-crawled-half-lunged onto his bed,
passing out the instant his weary blonde head hit the pillow.
"Sounds good," Joker called as Midnight flew off. He started off
back to his hideout, sending the money to Beck as he walked. He
wasn't going to give anything to the guard he bribed.
Beck's dream opened with absolutely nothing. Literally. Dream-Beck
was floating in a void, but at the same time, when Dream-Beck
looked around, he couldn't see his own body. Did such transparency
mean that Dream-Beck didn't exist? The fact that he could
overthink about a dream meant that he existed, confusing
Dream-Beck greatly. He spun around as a light began to come into
his view, gravitating to him slowly.
"Beck! Beck!" it called with a familiar female voice. He would've
answered if he had a mouth. Instead, he waited for the light to
come over. Seriously? Couldn't it come over any faster?
Beck's subconscious generated the Jeopardy! waiting song, causing
him to mentally cackle. It boomed over the desolate landscape, the
iconic tune making the randomly floating particles shiver. The
light stopped at the sudden music, blinking to the rhythm.
"Can you make this music stop? I am feeling really pressured
right now," the light whispered. Dream-Beck let it play for another
minute before terminating it and replacing it with some classy
elevator playlist that he had found on YouTube. "Much better," the
light said as it continued its snail-paced journey through the
void. Dream-Beck groaned inwardly.
Upon reaching his hideout, Joker changed back into his familiar
suit and grabbed another cane, a few more knives, and another joy
buzzer. He left Batman's cape in his pocket.
Harley Quinn's hammer was still on the wall, right where she left
it before Batgirl killed her. He chose not to move it--what would
he do with it, anyway?
After running through two full-length elevator songs, the light
finally hovered directly in front of Dream-Beck. "You may enter,"
the light resonated before expanding a little. He moved to enter,
but then he remembered that he couldn't move. And of course, he
could not explain that to the light. Dream-Beck and the light stood
at an impasse for the duration of another elevator song.
"Come on! What's taking you so long?" The light's voice was
annoying him. Irritated, he tried to project his thoughts -
anything to get him on the move. He tried to imagine his own body.
He tried to imagine himself as a light. He even tried to imagine
himself as a polar bear. Now it was the light's turn to make fun of
him as it waited for him to find his form as an eerie version of
the Jeopardy music began to play.
"You know what you are. Hurry up and change into it," it chided the
man. As if by magic, a terrible idea popped into Dream-Beck's mind.
He felt his emotions beginning to dull as he became something that
was not human. The chunk of space that was formerly Dream-Beck was
now beginning to warp into clunky matter, electricity crackling
with melancholy. It hurt. A lot.
He turned on his radio. "IN BREAKING NEWS, THERE HAS BEEN A
BREAKOUT FROM ARKHAM ASYLUM. THE CULPRIT IS UNKNOWN AND THEY HAVE
NOT IDENTIFIED ANY WITNESSES OR SUSPECTS. THE ONLY INFORMATION WE
HAVE IS THAT PSYCHOPATHIC MURDERER JOKER HAS ESCAPED."
Joker grinned and turned it off. "Time to get on with things, shall
we?"
Midnights flying carpet stopped above a bank. He saw posters with
his face on it and A giant ransom. He used to be in a highly
maximum security prisons. He opened his eyes and his carpet floated
down to the bank
(Sorry for the weird dream and all. I just need something to
roleplay to pass the time.)
Mechanical parts snapped into place. Joints locked with screws and
plates of metal bended and broke. Light bulbs fastened themselves
into intricately-organized places, gears beginning to tick. After
some more transformation, Dream-Beck had been replaced with
something that couldn't be called Beck at all. It has no
jokes to tell, and very little thoughts to process. It could barely
move and it did not resemble him in the least. It was a robot.
And no, it was not those cool cyborgs featured on TV. It was
your stereotypical boxy, oversized toy robot. Complete with fire
truck red paint and some lights that only served as a function to
entertain children. It tried to look down at its pincer-like hands,
but found that it couldn't because there was no neck to bend.
Slowly, a rectangular arm with no elbow joint brought the hands up
to its glowing oval eyes, locked into the position for a solid
minute as its gears worked hard to free themselves.
It didn't register any panic and simply watched the hands not
unlike a Lego figurine descend. It couldn't register any emotion
aside from Beck's metallic fear. He didn't want to be an
"it." He didn't want to lose his humanity. Being trapped
inside a mechanical prison forever was worse than death to him. But
those thoughts remained unthought as the straightlegged robot
marched directly into the light.
(Joker broke out of Arkham, and I think that's it.)
(Also, we're getting more and more villains xD I might make a new
character just to balance it out)
Midnight's carpet floated him down and into a bank. He opened his
eyes and stood up as people looked at him in terror. The only noise
in the building was his boots hitting the ground
They threw a bag of money at him and hid under the desk. He caught
it and sat back down on the carpet as it flew out of the bank. He
fell asleep as they flew off
The Joker stepped outside. It was early morning now, about 7-8 AM.
He pulled up his radio. "Get the computer ready. I've got something
to figure out," He said into it. "And, if I succeed... It might be
my greatest joke yet."