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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2013 22:45:01 GMT
A purple and green van drove up to the large sign that read "Welcome To Happy Harbor." The front and back doors opened, and out stepped The Joker and his clown-masked goons- Charlie, Stanley, Ollie, and W.C. The Joker pranced toward the sign and pulled out a bottle of green spray paint. He sprayed a smiley-face on it and grinned at his work.
"Happy Harbor?" he said. "Hmmm... more like Yawnsville to me, Snooooze City. Such a place doesn't deserve such a grand name as... Happy Harbor!" He then turned quickly and spread his arms to his goons. "Gentlemen! A great quest awaits us! This town has a frown that needs to be turned upside down by a clown. Ho-Ho...Haza for good poetry! Into the van! Charlie, ready the Mirth!"
The van then rode into the town, playing children's music like an ice cream truck would. People stopped to look and had to grab their kids to prevent the boys and girls from chasing it, expecting frozen treats. Finally, the fan stopped and the Joker jumped out with the "Mirth", which was in reality the hose connected a container of his Mirth-ane gas. The goons placed on their gas masks. The Joker, immune to his own toxins, didn't need one.
"Good people of Happy Harbor!" he yelled. "Today is a day of liberation from your boring, miserable excuse of a small town existence! Ollie... the valve!" Ollie twisted the container valve and the gas pumped from the hose and Joker begin to sing:
"Oh grey skies ain't gonna clear up,
so brighten your day with sin!
Breath in some gas and go nuts,
while sporting that big ole grin!
And cause chaos all over the place!
And put on a HAPPY FACE!!! AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2013 21:29:59 GMT
It was on of Jack's days off. So he decided to spend in mount justice. Great space for Creeper to climb, and jump of everything. It keeps Creeper quite, and busy. Plus it's always good to practice, and hey the mountain was empty for once, so no interruption, or unnecessary breaks from Creeper. Creeper was hard at work it took only 3 seconds to reach the ceiling, and falling back down didn't hurt, and the injuries were healed by Creepers demonic healing factor. " 67... 68... 69..." He stopped at the floor that time. "Whats so funny?"
"69... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhaha!" Well everything beautiful has to end. Interrupted again by the number 69. It rarely was a good thing that he acted like a 3 year old. Most of the time he would fall down laughing over the weirdest things. Like chickenbut. "HAHAHAHA Chicken butt!" Jack maybe a sigh in his, and Creepers, mind. "It's time to switch back Creeper."
"Ah come on."
"Remember the rules we established." Creeper sighed as his body slowly turned back into Jack's. Jack of course know was Clothed. When Jack, and Creeper swapped they literally switch their bodies.Thats what you get for having a demon in your head. A childish, annoying one of that. He went to the kitchen as he got out a bottle of water, and started drinking. "We should really install a fridge inside your head. This is just getting ridiculous." For once Creeper had a good idea. It was good, but seemed impossible. Know Creeper was just going to rant on about how to instal it and everything. Till the alarm ran.
He rushed over to the main room ignoring Creeper's protest. The holo-graphic computer was showing details of a nearby crime. He skimmed over it. "Blah Blah Blah spotted van. Blah blah blah gas mask. Blah Blah the Joker. Blah Blah..." As soon as he said Joker he started reading the whole thing properly. As soon as he finished he headed out down to the field exit. As soon as the trap door opened he transformed into Creeper, and stormed out of the mountain. On 4 legs it would almost be impossible to catch up with Creeper if you didn't have super speed. Running at 54 m/ph. So he was there in a jippy. And hopefully he would never have to use the word jippy again.
He tried to stop but ended up bumping into a hotdog stand making it flip over, and also making him flip in the air, but he summersaulted, and landed on the cart not a few feet away from Jokers van. The gas wasn't effecting him because his nanocells, had trace amount of it inside them. So it practically made him immune, and even if it wouldn't the healing would help a bit to slow down the effects or just stop the effects from happening all together. "Hey Joker! Guess what?! Chickenbutt!" He said laughing as he jumped, and used his feet to send the cart flying towards the van, and more importantly. Joker."[/color]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2013 22:24:03 GMT
So far the Joker had it made. The sun was shining, the gas was spewing, the people were laughing. Everything was going his way, and Happy Harbor was truly happy.
"Ya know, nothing could ruin this day!" he said. "Not even a whole cave full of bats... because I'd just gas them all too! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Then, he saw the one guy who could ruin his day. The one guy who wouldn't be affected by the gas. The one guy who took everything the Joker was about... his style, his charisma, and his divine sense of humor and make a mockery of it. He saw...the Creeper.
"You again?" growled the Joker. "Get lost, you 'second-rate me'! I don't need you raining on my parade... which starts in an hour, by the way! Get a good spot to watch, folks!"
As Creeper cartwheeled at the Joker, his four goons quickly blocked the Joker's way. Like most henchmen, they were trained in the whole "if you want to get to him, you have to get through us," routine.
"So you're not bothered by a little gas, eh Creeper?" asked the Joker. "Well how about solids and liquids, as in when my men beat you to death with their fists and throw you in the ocean? How's that for science? HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHA!" And with that, the four goons charged.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2013 9:56:46 GMT
It didn't bother him when the henchmen stood in his way He just stopped, and jumped right in front of them. "You wouldn't punch little old me would you?" Then one of the henchmen punched Creeper in the face. He just let it happen as he grabbed the henchmen's arm, and broke it with a swift, but subtle move. The mans arm looked all messed up, but that didn't stop him from getting a knife, and standing back waiting for the rest to weaken him. "Hey creeper."
"Guy's hold on for a second need to talk with the voice inside my head." The 4 men just looked at each other as they continued to attack, shoot, and punch him. It annoyed Creeper so he climbed to the top of a tree. "Go ahead."
"Take away the gasmaks, they'll be effected by the gas to."
"As always genius idea!" Creeper jumped down the tree, and pinned one of the men. "You know what? I think those gas mask, are so tacky. I'll give you something special! Two black eyes!" He ripped off the gas mask with his teeth, and aimed both his fists for his eyes. He was know laughing, and covering his eyes. "All right who's next?" Beating Creeper with fist's is like beating any regenerative powered mutant with fist's. It's a very bad idea. "So who's next" He said with a grin. He ran, and grabbed one of there faces, and crushed him to the ground, and then removed his gas mask. "Alright who's next. I've got two down only 3 to go."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2013 20:31:14 GMT
The Joker watched as the Creeper actually had some kind of strategy. Yippie... good for him. He actually had half a brain in that goofy head of his, and that tacky green hair....... oh..... wait......... Stanley and Ollie were now laughing with the good people of Happy Harbor, who only had so long before an antidote would no longer do them any good. Charlie and W.C. took hold of some fat bats in an effort to keep take down their foe and keep their masks from being ripped off too. Funny thing was, the Joker thought it was a waste of time, and walked up behind his own goons and calmly ripped their masks off himself. He then picked up one of the bats and twirled it in his hand.
"Ah, gotta love how expendable henchmen are," he said. "And how does the old saying go? If you want to do something right? Do it yourself." The Joker moved toward the Creeper, but then walked strutted past him. His strut then turned into a dance, and he began hitting people with the bat. Everyone was far too "happy" to feel the pain, but many of them fell over unconscious. The Joker decided to break into song again:
Who can take a sad town?
Fill it up with gas?
Gives a schmuck some laughter
And then kick his worthless ass?
The Jokerman... The Jokerman can!
"Come, Creeper, do join in the hilarity, though I'd worry more about finding the cure for this mirth in time!" he said. "Otherwise, lots of blood on your hands and mine! HEHEEHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2013 22:26:30 GMT
Creeper got a nice big grin on his face when the henchmen got themselves two bats. Even more fun in Creeper's messed up head. Creeper didn't react at all when Joker ripped of his own henchmen gas mask's. However that did phase Jack. "That sick bastard. Why would he do such a thing, to his own comrades." Creeper shrugged. "Is it really that bad?" Jack face palmed himself. Creeper had to be controlled by a more intelligent mind or other wise god knows what Creeper might do.
Creeper was anticipating Joker to attack him. He took his battle stance, and even raised his hand to do a little 'come at me bro' taunt with his hand. He did nothing as Joker approached he always allowed his main opponent to strike. Give them a false sense of an early victory. Then beat them to a pulp. An in genius plan, in both Jack's and Creepers mind. One of the rare good ideas Creeper brings up that is possible. The other is the every thing burrito, a burrito which holds everything in the kitchen that is edible, even if it's spoiled. No matter how disgusting it seemed, Creeper always had a stomach ache, and shut up for at least 3 hours.
"Creeper aren't going to go after him?"
"But he hasn't hit me yet. If I don't allow him to hit me it wouldn't be the same."
"Just do it would you!"
"Jeez fine. You don't have to shout, you're making our head hurt. Literally..." He listened to Jokers song, and Creeper had to admit it wasn't half bad. His voice was so magical, but then again Creeper had the music taste of a death guy. He had none. Jack started worrying inside Creeper's head. He had no idea how he could message someone else from the team, or Batman himself to get the cure, but there always was an answer. "Creeper give me half control, I need to make a call." A door opened in the black dome room with the one sofa chair. At least when the door was open he could send a message.
"This Jack reporting from happy harbor, I have a incident with the Joker, and I need someone to bring a cure of what Joker calls mirth maybe for more than three dozen people, and a ambulance Joker will need it. Also if you do come please wear a gas mask place is filled with gas." He let Creeper have full control again, as the door slowly disappeared. He sat back down in the one chair, and boy was it comfy. "Ok Creeper, Sick em."
Creeper started grinning when he said. He charged directly at Joker, and pinned him to the ground. "I'll give you something to laugh about. two black eyes to go with that dark personality of yours! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He said releasing a punch straight for Joker's face.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2013 19:03:44 GMT
The Joker was too busy having his fun to see what Jack Ryder and Creeper were up to. After he had batted a few people down, he began spray-painting happy faces all over the nearby area. Along with being a complete psychopath, the Joker found himself to be quite the artist as well. If he had, maybe he would have cut communications as he hoped to have even more fun with the townsfolk before they perished with big grins on their faces. But he did turn in time to pay full attention to getting punched in the face. And it hurt... it hurt worse than a Batman punch, and a Batman punch was pretty darn painful. The Joker fell over and rubbed his nose.
"Gee..." said the Joker. "What in the name of Fattie Arbuckle happened to the half-crazed, hyper Creeper I know and loathed?" The Joker then staggered up, using his bat to regain balance, and then tossed the bat away before slowly approached Ryder. "Ya know, Creeps, with your power, your charisma, your style, you'd do much better on my fence than you would playing on the Bat's team. I mean, do you think he likes having you around? Heck, he probably enjoys my company more. Hehehehehahahaha! Ahem... anyway, this might come as a shock to but..." The Joker then revealed his hand buzzer, which shot out a blast of electricity at Creeper. "AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Knowing your sense of humor, I thought you'd be tickled to death by that! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2013 23:14:38 GMT
Creeper got a lot of joy from punching Joker in the face, as did Jack. As finished punching Joker he flipped backwards, and landed perfectly. He raised both fits, and punched the air as a boxer would. A taunt that he hoped Joker saw. Man did Jack despise Joker. I mean if it wasn't for Joker his dad might still be alive. It wasn't directly Joker's fault, but it did have something to with the Joker. If it wasn't for Joker, his father might still be alive, and Jack wouldn't have Creeper. So he both had a reason to hate Joker, and thank him. Although the hate was a lot stronger than the gratitude. No offense to Creeper, but he was a cheap replacement for his dad.
Creeper laughed when Joker called him Fattie Arbuckle. "Poor little Joker... It's like we've never met before. You should know I can punch as hard as Batman." He said cracking his knuckles. He listened as Joker was trying to make him join him in evil. It wasn't real Creepers decision. Creeper just did this for fun. Jack was the real man behind it all, and Joker wasn't going to change Jacks mind no matter how hard he tried. Creeper's reflexes didn't help him at this time. He was shocked as Creeper fell down unconscious.
Creeper was know in the mind room with Jack. "Well that went well"
"You got shocked now were waiting for the healing to kick in."
"So wanna play patty cake while we wait?" Creeper said with glee. However Jack's response was slapping him in the face 5 times. Which awoke Creeper. "Thanks I needed that." his looked at his chest were charred skin was all black. "That tickled a bit." he also licked his hand, and made his hair go down from all the shocking. "Know where were we?" He said as he picked up a random rock, and threw it at Jokers direction
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2013 20:18:45 GMT
As the Justice League were on their way with the antidote, the Joker looked about and yawned. Once he had taken down Creeper... or assumed he did... things started to get a bit boring. He had to find something else to do with the place. He looked about when he saw a big gas truck parked in the middle of town. An idea popped into the Joker's head... yes... not there was a grand finale. Sure it wasn't original, but it was loud, colorful, and would get him another front page story. The Joker never got tired of those. With Creeper still out at that point, the Joker danced over and set a grinning time bomb in the truck and set it for three minutes.
"Don't worry, citizens of Happy Harbor," he said. "At least know when your remains are picked up piece by piece and carted off to the morgue, somewhere in that mess will be a big, grinning face!" The townsfolk were hardly shocked or scared of what was to come. They were still howling with laughter. "That's right, folks, keep laughing! This is the best kind of joke! AHAHAHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA!" The Joker was about to head back to his van when the rock hit him in the back, sending him down. He staggered back up and turned and looked at Creeper, rolling his eyes.
"You again?" he asked. He then tried to move toward Creeper, but the rock had done a number of his back. He soon found himself needing his cane for support. "Curse you! Don't you know that chiropractors tell the worse jokes when you go to visit them?" He then motioned to the bomb behind him. "Just so you know, before you pound my broken body to a bloody pulp, that little bomb by that big ole gas truck is gonna blow in...oh a little over two minutes, but if you want to fight with me, I'll be happy to distract you for that long. Hehehehehahahahahahaha!" The laughter stopped when he looked up to see the League arriving with the antidote. The old "make the hero deal with a bomb so you can escape trick" wasn't going to work this go around.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2013 14:32:37 GMT
"Me again." He replied to his question. Creeper found it a funny answer to that obvious question. Jack again face palmed himself, inside the mind room. Can't really do outside the mind room when Creeper has control of the body. The charred skin was slowly beginning to peel off showing well, the same outer skin. All healed up. That was the best thing about Creeper. When he should be dead he just lives through the agonizing pain with a smile on his face. Even if he would be blasted to smithereens the piece would just slowly reattach themselves. They miracle of regeneration. No matter what anybody says, it's the most badass skill
"What do extinct dinosaurs gave to do with anything. Sheesh whats wrong with you." He said with a stereotypical sassy black women voice.
"A chiropractor is not a dinosaur it's a doctor for your back."
"Oooh." He looked towards the bomb as Joker mentioned it. He wasn't paying attention he was mainly making a mouth with his hand, and making it blab in sync with Jokers babbling, and looking at his nails, looking up at the sky. He even faked nap. He only heard the most important words. Pound, little bomb, big ole gas truck, blow, two minutes, and distract. "You done yet, cause I already have a plan to stop you." he said pointing at the sky as a few league members came with the antidote. "They always come at the right time. Ok Creeper take care of the bomb the league will take care of the infected, and Joker." Creeper smiled, and rushed to the truck
He looked all over, and around it. Creeper had no expertise of dealing with bombs. So he used his first instinct. Eat it. He picked up the bomb, and tried to eat, and swallow it. After 20 seconds of weird gargling noises, and choking noises. He had swallowed it. He rubbed his belly and slowly moved away from the truck as fast as he could. He walked to a pond. 5 seconds left to dive in. Which he used to dive into the pond. Well lets just say there was a lot of water spouting from the pond. The sound was muffled, and the explosion was barely seen. Pieces of Creeper started floating up. Slowly started putting them selves to together. The biggest part slowly made it self seem which was an arm, and his head.
"Know we wait." He couldn't see what was happening with the Joker he only saw his chest slowly about to be reconstructed. At least he was alone with his thoughts.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2013 15:03:12 GMT
The Joker was surrounded. On one side, there was the Creeper. On the other, there was the Justice Losers. The Joker had to think and think fast if he didn't want a quick trip to Arkham Asylum. So he gathered all his remaining genius intellect together. He had mere seconds to come up with a plan so fantastic that he would be immortalized in the annals of criminal history for his incredible strategy in escaping impossible odds! But...he had nothing.
"Oh well..." he said with a smile. "When you can't do anything else, ya may as well go out shooting! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He then pulled a gun from his jacket and fired it. However, instead of bullets, it fired one of those cliche red flags that said "BANG". The Joker dropped the gun and looked at his goons, who weren't going to be to happy with him once they were also cured of the gas' effects. Yeah... de-masking them wasn't such a great idea either. It now looked like the only one not happy in Happy Harbor at the moment was the Joker himself. And seeing some of the big names from the JLA approaching him, he knew as funny as it might be to try and put up a fight, there was no way he alone would be able to contend with them.
"You may have won the battle, Creeper, but you haven't won the war!" The Joker then thought about what he said. "Wait, that sounded terrible. Oh...I've got it! And I would have gotten away with it to f it hadn't been for you snooping kids! AHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHA!" The Joker continued laughing as some of the League members dragged him away.
(Joker's Out)
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