One in a Million (Tag Joker)

[Whitney]

Ah, fundraisers.
A necessary evil really.
Rubbing elbows with the other wealthy citizens of this city, trying to convince them to waste their money on some cause.
Today the cause is cleaning up and repairing some of the city's slum areas, some of the shelters, that kind of thing.
Probably a few more soup kitchens as well, if they make enough in donations tonight.
As usual, I'm wearing something green, a knee length gown, with my favorite Emerald necklace, matching bracelet, and green heels in the same shade as the gown, something pleasing to the eye.
Appearance is allot for my roll as Hostess of this little party.
I go about the first part greeting people as they come in, moving through the crowd waving and smiling.
But once everyone's shown up, I have to move into introducing the speakers, and showing my support for it.
I make a small scene showing the first donation from Ellsworth Enterprises, five thousand dollars.
Might as well set the bar a little high, and hope others follow example.
After my part in things, I get to sit off to the side, and let others take the spotlight some, so I head to the open bar, getting a glass of wine, to watch how things go from a different vantage point.
The calls for donations starts, and things seem to be flowing pretty well.
It looks like some of Gotham's poorer sections will get built into something more helpful.
A pretty good turn out already, and the night's still young.
I toast to hoping that the evening continues to go this well, taking a good sip of the Merlot.

[The Joker]

The ruins of the Yuk Yuk Hut in the middle of Gotham is where the Joker sits and ponders a new way to drive the city crazy. He walks around with his hands behind fuming his mind was blank and nothing was helping.

Walking behind one of his hired thugs he cuts his throat. The guy falls to the ground holding his throat gasping for air. The blood pours out of the wound as the man dies on the floor and even this does nothing for the Joker.

“Somebody get rid of that before it starts to stink!”

Looking at Harley being her usual happy annoying self made him want to hit her. But he ignores that feeling for the moment as he watches the body it’s being dragged away, a flyer gets snagged on the foot.

Telling the guys dragging the body to stay there the Joker walks over and picks the flyer. Unwinding the Wrinkles the paper he reads it and a smile comes across his face.

“listen up everyone!”

Looking around to make sure everyone he walk over to Harley. Lifting her head up with his hand he looks into her eyes.

“Listen Harley Listen listen listen!!!!”

Smacking her in the face every time he says listen. He look at her to make sure she was and she is. Walking away the Joker knew from the beginning she was listening he just want to hit her.

“as I was saying Listen it seems that our fair city is having fundraiser, every Mr.& Mss. Moneybags of the city shall attend.”

The men stare him with unsure faces clearing his throat he continues.

“on the pictures of couples we have One Ms. Whiney standing by her man Bruce Wayne. I meet whiney once she was a person I promised myself when I got the chance to take her down a peg I would.”

The time he ran into her he was casing a bank while pretending to be a bum. She turned her nose up at his pleas for help and said he was creepy him creepy charming yes creepy never.

“so we are going to go and invite to spend some of her time and money with us!”

Walking over the dead mans body he shakes his hand.

“great work! You guys need to stop being dead weight around here and help out like this man right here!”

Pulling out a gun he shots the body twice in the head.

“he could have thanked me for the compliment feed his body to my babies I am sure they could use a meal!”

[Lucius Fox]

Another fundraiser to attend one of the few I like to attend it's for a good cause, this fundraiser is to help fix up the shelters, soup kitchens and so on in the lower income areas of the city.

I usually wait towards the end of the fundraiser to make my donation. Like watching what everyone else is donating taking a sip of my water. Looking around the room not to many I know and I do know them most of them are pretty much to themselves.

Finishing off my water, been sitting here a little longer than I had planned leg is a little stiff, standing up and I walk over to the open bar, taking a seat on the bar stool and leaning my cane up against my leg and I decided to order a glass of charney wine haven't had a glass of wine in quite sometime.

The glass of wine appears and I pay for it then I take a sip of it and savor the taste. I hadn't noticed that someone else at the bar and wouldn't know it, it was the lovely miss Ellsworth always looking her best, "evening Miss Ellsworth, you look lovely tonight in the dress, how are you doing haven't seen you in a while." I give a polite nod to her.

[Whitney]

As I'm standing there, the figures of the donations putting my mind in a tedious state, as I hear my name said near.
I blink, seeing Luscious Fox sitting near.
I smile at him,

"Good evening Mr. Fox. And thank you. You're looking properly dapper yourself this evening."

I take a seat next to him, happy to see him show up to this one.
The usual type to come to things like these are the higher class snobs.
It's tedious speaking with them, nothing but a giant pissing match over who owns the most, who's worth the highest.
I trump them all. Why bother with the thinly veiled insults traded over it?
But Mr. Fox... he's not like them. He's not hear to flaunt wealth.
In fact, he's probably here to represent Wayne Enterprises, an estate that employs him.
Bruce doesn't seem to have the time to make appearances to such events. So he sends someone else to spend his money on such trivial things.

"So, how are you doing tonight? Enjoying all the pomp and ceremony?"

[The Joker]

Taking a picture of Whitney Elesworth he pins it to the wall and draw a bulls eye on her. Beside the picture of his target was pictures of the layout of the building. Testing his laser pointer out by shinning it in one of his hired thugs eye the Joker walks up and stand beside the pictures.

“Well gentlemen this is the last run through before we head out!. You will all dress as waiters and relive them and get into place. I myself will be dressing as a guest called Tyler Chesterfield Harley will be my aid Miss Penny.”

Taking moment he sees that they all were watching him which was good for them. Using his laser pointer he points at Whitney.

“I will be wearing a mask to hide the scares he suffers from and a wig. I want Harley to get Miss Whitney and bring her to me I will proceed to ask her to dance. You all will make sure that after I have her close no one can us, Harley will then go out and get the car ready while in the middle of the dance I will slip a drug into by giving her a kiss!”

He choose that way because he knew it would bother Harley to know this. That and the fact that none of the women his kissed ever been the same after he guesses dying tends to do that.

“The drug I will use will be one that numbs her enter body she will be unable to fight back that’s when the others put own on their masks and pull out their hidden guns they will go around take everyone’s cell phones and what not so they can’t call for help and then we escape!”

After finishing he rips all the pictures off the wall and burns them. Placing the laser pointer in his pocket he heads into the dressing room and changes as quickly as he could not wanting to miss his best chance to grab her.

After putting on his black tux he puts on a white mask with a black wig that hung down to his shoulders. Walking out he sees the others are ready he gives the signal to head out.

He slips the vile holding the toxin he plans to use in his pocket and gets into the limo. It takes them no time to get there and into place everything was going to smoothly he knew the Bats wouldn’t be stopping him this time.

[Lucius Fox]

It takes Miss Ellsworth a moment or two before she notices that someone had spoken to her, once saw who had spoken to her.

She smiles saying thanks for the comment of the evening dress she was wearing adn tellsm e that I'm proplerly dress as well for the occaion.

Miss Ellsworth asks how I'm doing and if I'm enjoying the evening of all the action taking another sip of wine, "I'm ejoying the evening activies, one of the few fundraisers I enjoy attedning you do an excellent job hosting fundraisers. I'm doing very well Miss Ellsworth."

Quickly looking over my shoulder towards the front of the room to see what has been donated thus far. I'm impressed with the donations. This fundraiser will indeed help out the city soup kitchens and shelters. When the fundraiser winds down I will my a very nice donation for the cause.

Looking back to Miss Ellsworth, "How have you been doing as of lately?"

[Whitney]

I smile as Mr. Fox returns my small talk, telling me how he's been, returning the favor by asking how I am doing in turn, with compliments on my hostess skills sprinkled in.
Ever the dapper gentleman, Mr. Fox's kind seems to be a dying breed in this business world.

"I'm doing well. Mostly work as usual.
When I'm not hostess at fancy parties like this, I'm down at Elseworth Enterprises putting my John Hancock on all the paperwork it takes to keep the company running smoothly.
I'm sure you know how tedious all of that can be."

As we're talking, we're both keeping our eyes and half of our attention on the event itself.
As Hostess, that's my job, to keep track of everything going on.
I believe Mr. Fox is doing it to keep track of all the donations, so he has a figure in mind for his own.
When the high rollers like him save their bid until the end, it shows they are going to make a serious donation themselves, and want it to compare to what's being donated around.
It's a good sign, I'm glad to see it.
Of course, a group comes in, that seems a little at odds with the rest of the crowd.
I don't know what it is that seems different, but I can feel it in the atmosphere around.
Whatever it is, they don't fit in here.
I keep my attention peeled, ready to walk over and greet if need be, still letting part of my attention linger on my chat partner.
This is Gotham after all.
You never know when some jack ass is going to show up and try to ruin it all for those of us with real money.

[The Joker]

His make up made him look surprising normal even a bit snobby. He was dressed the part of a reckless billionaire the suit the cane he even adjust his voice.

Getting out of the limo he walks into the gala and looks around. He notices that he is getting looks from all over and not the usual looks. The usual was for them to point and scream then start running for their lives, Now all they did was point sneer and guess to the amount of money he may be worth.

These things were truly case of irony thinks the Joker bunch of people that get their money by robbing the power working class by tell them they needed what they offered, Come together here to blow some up their asses by donating small amounts of money that never truly have an impact.

At least when he robs some he has the courtesy to let them know they were being robbed before killing them quickly these guy don’t and kill them slowly. He guess telling them that he intends to kill them marks him as a bad guy.

He sees his target Whitney she is talking with Mr. Fox not a surprise Bruce rarely showed to these may be he felt the same. He sends Harley over to Get her as the collector boy or what they call him approaches the Joker asking about his name donation he gives his name Tyler Chesterfield and gives a fifty thousand dollar donation check in his name.

The money would be coming out of someone else’s account He wishes he could see the look on their faces when they saw their life saving was gone. Harley does her job and she leaves he walks up to Whitney.

“Sorry for interrupting your conversation with Mr. Fox but can I please have a dance with thee most beautiful woman in the room and on the planet for that matter!”

People like her can’t have their ass kissed enough. He takes the lead as they begin to waltz which he is excellent at if he wasn’t he would give himself away to early.

“So tell me why do you bother with Bruce Wayne? a woman like you should be with someone who treats her like the queen she is not some peasant barely worthy of his time!”

This has the desired effect gives him time to slip the toxin into mouth and out the vile in his pocket. Leaning in he kisses her feeling the jolt of her surprise and feeling her mouth open to maybe scream or protest he release the toxin into her mouth and it was to late for her to spit out.

Signaling one of his men he has her taken to the car. To his surprise the other guests were so self absorbed they failed to noticed what just transpired. He leaves and his men slowly filter themselves out.

“Lets go home Harley we have a guest and I would hate them to think me a bad host!”

[Lucius Fox]

Miss Elsworth saw something and turned her attention to see what was happening, loking myself and a group of business men and women had strolled in.

One had stopped and made a donation he looked like the one in charge of the group, and for some reason I kind of get a weird vibe from the group.

I see a lady walking towards Miss Elsworth looked like she wanted to talk to her.

Then I hear screaming looking around I see the guest are running around as if something was about to hurt them and for what? I don't see anything wrong but the guest are running and running to the exits.

The lady comes to Miss Elswoth but not close enough and then leaves. A moment later I blieve the leader of the group walks right up to Miss Elsworth, saying that he was sorry for interrupting our little chat and asking her for a dance also saying that she was the most beautiful woman here and on the planet.

The two head out to the floor for the dance and the waltz pretty well, I look around to see what I have missed with the guest scream and running around.

When I had turned my attention back to Miss Elsworth she was gone and also the guy that had waltzed with her what the hell the just happened?

[Whitney]

Before Mr. Fox and I can converse further, a cute little brunette comes up, asking me if I'm the leader of this event, and if so, there's a high rolling that would like a dance with me.
I hear his donation, and it is rather impressive.
The least I can do for his generosity is give him a dance.
He even apologizes for interrupting my conversation, I smile at his compliment on my beauty, my face going more neutral on his comment about Bruce and his treatment of me.
Bruce almost died a horrible, cold death.
If he wants time to recuperate from something so awful, I really can't blame him.
But I don't know this man, the name doesn't ring any bells on the donation, and my private life is none of his business, so I let his comment pass, sliding into a comfortable waltz with him.

"Bruce is a good friend. Anything other than that, is just the tabloids having their fun.
I'm sure a man as rich as you has had a few stories embellished in those rags a time or two."

He's an excellent dancer too, leading quite gracefully in time with the music from the live band I'd hired for this event.
He leans in to kiss me, in perfect step, and I realize his intent too late, not able to avoid his lips on mine.
I jump in his arms, my hands moving from his to push on his chest, as he holds me more firmly in the kiss, a sudden chemical taste flooding my mouth.
I can't fight it, the man's hold is hard and strong as he pushes something into me, and everything goes foggy all too soon.
What's going on?
I feel hands moving me, but I can't respond, my brain gives into the toxin, taking away any real consciousness.

[The Joker]

The dressing room of every comedy club is where all the beginners sure up their courage and all the vets clear their minds and focus on their routine. The room is big enough hold about five people has in side it a TV a mini fridge a love seat and a lazy boy the is not counting the make up table with the mirror and chair.

The Joker remembers his attempted his comedy career and the old pro Bill “The Normal Guy” Taylor. He was very popular and had a contract to perform at the Club every night but Amateur night. Rumor has it he was even offered a job on Saturday Night Live the guy would do all he could to help out up and coming acts even put up a quote in the mirror to encourage them.

The one he gave him was Ironic and came after he bombed on stage it read “don’t worry kid you’ll be knocking them dead in time”. He sits in the lazy boy waiting for his guest to stir awake having her put in a straight jacket and bond to the chair with a ball gag in her mouth.

He a light mounted of the mirror and once she awakens he going to turn it on and the blinding light will go directly in her eyes. That will be the only light on in the room she is going to be The Joker is going to milk this for all he can. He can hear Whitney begin to shake of the effects of the drugs he stands out of the lazy boy walks over and turns the light on and stands beside her.

“Time to wake up Sleeping beauty we have some business to take of!”

[Whitney]

Everything feels heavy.
So heavy...
I groan as I start to come to, the feel of something in my mouth making me move my arm, to try and get it out. Only I can't.
What?
I can't move my arm.
Someone moves, and turns a light on, right in my eyes, causing me to flinch back wincing against the pain inspires in my head.
The guy talks, saying we have business, and I squint through the bright light, trying to get a look at him.
Shaken, and stirred, I finally become as aware of my surroundings as I can, fury rising in each realization.
I am in a straight jacket, that looks like it's something straight out of Arkham freaking Asylum, and THEN tied to the chair!
I am also being gagged by some freaky looking sex-toy!
Of all the... indignity! I'll have this bastard's head for this!
I fight my restraints, ignoring him completely, wishing I could get around this stupid rubber ball in my mouth so that I could give him a piece of my mind at such treatment.
Of course, it doesn't help. I'm tied down very well.
Finally, I sit still, and just glare at my captor.
What business could he possibly have with me?
I remember the stories my dad used to tell at cocktail parties, about how some danger came to the docks when people wanted illegal items transported across certain boarders... could this guy be so tacky?
I hate Gotham.
I swear this is the last horrible attack on my person that I'm going to put up with!
Just because I have money doesn't mean I have to constantly put up with villains taking over restaurants, or... or... being Kidnapped by no name assholes at charity fundraisers!
Heads are going to roll when I get this ball gag out of my mouth!