Breakout

Summary:
December 11 2014: Joker and Harley decide they're past due to leave Arkahm

Arkham Asylum

The infamous revolving door asylum is fairly secure and clean… for now.


Characters

NPCs

  • Guards

Mood Music:
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Harley is bored. Since her discovery that her sweet Puddin' is spending time at the Arkham Spa and Relaxation Center as well, Harley's recovery has taken a down turn. She's back up to her old antics again, which usually involves analysing the doctors when they come to talk to her. They really don't like that. So now, considering Dr. Helmsworth has decided to forgo his daily visit to Harley, she is spending the day doing other things to entertain herself, like making faces at the inmate across from her.

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The Joker is… not bored. He too has to put up with endless psychoanlysis, drug regimes (which don't work on him) and the ins and outs of life as a 'patient' in Arkham Asylum. And he takes it with a surprising amount of grace. Today though he's been absolutely insufferable. You see, before Vorpal sent him here, he'd been planning to break Harley out. And it was easy to modify those plans to include him.

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Now that she knows that escape is just a waiting game, Harley has come to think of her time here in Arkham as a bit of quiet. To plan, to scheme. All nice and safe from the big, bad Bat. She lays on her cot, her head hanging over the edge while her bare feet rock back and forth on the wall. One hand twists at a blonde pigtail. "Let's see… I think the lower east side could use a splash of colour. And maybe the upper west side. And… ah heck, why not all the sides?"

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There's a knock at the door and two guards step in while a janitor comes in to clean the room. The custodial worker doesn't so much as look at or speak to Harley as he changes the trashcan and makes sure the toilet is clean and stocked. When they leave though he takes a toothpick out of his mouth and sticks it in the door jamb… just enough that when the door shuts again… it fails to lock properly.

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Harley, in that cheerful way of hers, chats with the janitor, even though he doesn't talk back to her. That's okay, it makes for better conversation anyway. At least in her opinion. Her eyes follow the form of the janitor, so tall and lanky, the way he moves, the beautiful color of his eyes. So it's hardly surprising that she notices the toothpick as well. She smiles, biding her time.

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No one else comes in her room. After all, her doctor called off today. Maybe he didn't feel like being analyzed. Maybe the analysis was too close to home. Either way Harley is left alone… in her room… with a door that isn't locked. Outside it's gotten… well Arkham is never quiet. Except now. Eerily so.

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It's the quiet that makes her feel that now is the perfect time. She puts on her modified bunny slippers, with their ears dyed green with a green marker and a vibrant red chelsea grin on the toes, and slips into the hall. She brings a finger to her lips as she passes the cells of other inmates. "Be good, lambchops, and mama might see if she can't spring all of y'all," she tells them as she slips into the room at the end of the hall, borrowing a labcoat from whichever doctor was considerate enough to leave it.

In that room there's a key to one of the janitor's storage closets and an old book of knock-knock jokes. Strangely, this room is also empty. It's like everyone decided to take a coffee break at the same time or something.

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Harley picks up the book and the key and then slips on a janitor coveralls. She switches her hair into a dishevelled bun and puts on a pair of glasses. True, the place is quiet, but it's better to be safe then sorry. THe jokerized bunny slippers? They stay on. How could she resist? Grabbing a push broom, Harley starts making her way back down the hall, stopping by each door to see if it's the one the key fits into.

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Next hall over, one of the janitors supply closets turns out to be the one the key goes to. Inside is waiting a man in a lab coat with pale green hair and chalky skin. "Why hello there. Are you lost?" He grins. Behind him is an oversized mallet.

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Upon seeing the man in the labcoat, Harley can't contain herself. True, she's not wearing her face, but she *feels* like Harley right now just the same. She throws herself at the Joker and rains kisses on him as she wraps her arms about his shoulders. "Not anymore I'm not."

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The Joker smiles and for a moment it's almost tender the way he accepts the affection and returns it. Then he hands Harley her mallet and produces a pistol and knife. "We're headed for the Rec Hall. Closest to the outer walls. The Carnivale should have a surprise waiting for the guards there. And if not…" Well if not they'll have more fun along the way improvising.

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Taking the mallet in hand as it's offered, Harley croons as she is told of the plan. "The Rec Center? And me without my face on." She smirks and wiggles her bunny slippered toes at her paramour. "Ready whenever you are, Mistah Jay. Sorry if I let the joke go too far with the birdbrain. I thought letting him take me in, knowing how futile it was would be a good joke."

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"Eh, the Bats never appreciate good humor." The Joker waves it off. "Come on Harley, we're leaving."

Still in a lab coat, the Joker steps back into the hallway which is still empty. Exactly what he did with all the employees is a good question. Arkham's got good security but the Joker's insanity is infectious and he's never had a problem getting folks to do what he wanted. At that exact moment though the alarm klaxons begin to sound.

"Feh, so hard to find good help these days."

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She lets out a giggle and holding the mallet that one would have to harbor super human strength to weild. She stretches as they leave the room and enter the hallway, after all, it wouldn't do to pull a muscle while wreaking havoc. No, that's just not professional. Seeing a camera up ahead, Harley races for it and leaps, swinging her trusty mallet over head at the camera while making sure to smile pretty and turn her head so it gets her good side. She lands amid the falling electronic debris. "Oh pooh! I forgot to use my duckface! My selfies will never be an internet sensation without it."

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The Joker walks at a rather unhuried pace, catching up with Harly and smiling. "We can pull the footage and photoshop it. Or kidnap a geek and make him photoshop it." That sounds like more fun. There's the sound of running ahead and a pair of guards come into view at the security door ahead. A pair of shots later and they're down and very badly injured. Mistah Jay releives them both of their ID cards and hands one to Harley. "Well, that was the last piece of the puzzle. Let's go." And he breaks into a run.

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One of the guards is holding in his stomach in pain when Harley walks over to him, smiling sweetly. "Remember that time I asked you if you thought I was cute and you said I was crazy? You shoulda told me I was cute." It's all the warning he gets before the mallet comes down and there is a splatter of red on the wall behind him. She takes the offered ID card and slips it around her neck, chasing after her Puddin' with footfalls that are muted by her slippers

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The facility is going into lockdown. Unfortunately, Joker and Harley have the ID cards of a pair of response team guards, who are supposed to go places when the facility is in lockdown. So the doors just keep opening. They're nearing their goal now and up ahead Harley can hear more guards gathering in the rec room. They must have guessed where the two were headed. "Harley, dear, would you bid a fond farewell to our hosts?"

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While she isn't bullet proof, she can take a beating better then the Joker can, and is more then willing to use that talent to protect her sweet Puddin. She runs into the Rec Room, her mallet at her side. "Well, hey there! I have to say, I've really enjoyed my stay. Though the massage treatments and mud baths were just awful. You really need to fix that if you want to be a world class spa and resort." She barely gets to finish what she's saying before the bullets start to fly. Harley doesn't just let them hit her though. No no no. Springing into action, she jumps and leaps and flips from couch to chair to table, taking kicks to some and hitting others with her mallet.

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The guards scatter. They have at least had some training in how to deal with Harley Quinn in the few times she's been here. Sadly the Rec Room is too small to properly surround her and has to many things to fling about. This is part of the reason the Joker picked it after all. One after another the guards are struck by Harley's mallet or by flying object du jour. After a minute or so of this the Joker himself calmly strolls in with a remote detonater in his hands. On button press later there's a man sized hole in the wall… and a van parked outside with clown masked thugs armed with fully automatic weapons… which they begin to employ on any guard they can see.

The Joker cackles, now enjoying the resistance to their escape. He breaks a guard's leg, then snaps another across the throat with his knife. Labcoat sprayed in red he steps clear of the Asylum… again. "Aaaaaah. It's good to be back. Coming, Harely?"

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Resting her trusty mallet on her shoulder, Harley slips her arm in with Joker's and rests her head on his shoulder. "Mistah Jay, I will come wherever you lead. Always." She sighs happily. One of the clown masked goons holds out a makeup kit for her. "Yer face, Harley. And yer clothes are in the van. Joker said you'd want it." She sighs happily. "You always think about my needs, Mistah Jay. Yer the best."

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Joker climbs into the Van and holds out his hand to Harley, tugging her in after him. "Home Jeeves… with a couple stops on the way." The van roars to life and the criminals speed onto the Gotham streets leaving Arkham far behind.


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