The Clock tower
The Bats all watched as the mute ninja girl tried to sketch out a face only to find that her fingers were not working as they had before. Behind them she walked closer and closer to her target.
“For a Lord of Chaos you are rather predictable,” a male voice startling her, “You are a one trick horse. Take a straight woman and put her throw a weekend of life wrecking lesbian dementia.”
“But…” the female Lord of Chaos started and thought.
“Yes you did that twice a night every night for the last thousand years.”
“… Damnit!”
*
The Apartment of Dr. McCullen
Harley couldn’t help herself or her puddin’. So she slinked up behind the Joker and slide her fingers down the chopped off nurses scrub pants. Joker gasped as the fingers found their way into her virgin love passage. Harley put her face to Joker’s neck and started kissing. Joker watched as Pam took the good doctor to a couch and thrust her hands under the doctor’s shirt.
*
The Crow’s Nest Restaurant
The Mime was out of place, but right now he didn’t have a place. The cops had raided the hide out after the failed run with Harley and now there was a stake out on his apartment. Everyone knew that the Penguin was willing to hire muscle. That was what brought him here, to this dock side dive, it was where his contact told him to go.
“So you are hot?” the short man said in a matter of fact tone.
The Mime looked at him; suit, umbrella, short, misshaped hands. He really didn’t know how to respond to that.
“Say something man,” one of the Penguin’s guys said from the table next to them.
“Yes Sir,” the Mime perked up, “I was exposed after our job tonight for Miss Quin.”
“Yes, Doctor Quinzelle,” The Penguin took a seat on the other side of the round table, “What was that fuss about tonight? Why was Harley Quinn so interested in the Hospital?”
“I… I don’t know,” the Mime admitted.
“Well, Mr. Bearded Seal,” Penguin turned to one of the thugs, “What was your job last night?”
“Fight with Leopard Seal over there in front of the Bank on 4th Street, make enough of a ruckus so the police come and arrest us for criminal mischief,” the thug said, “Then call the lawyer you gave me the number for. Its five hundred bucks for a night, all expenses get picked up by you and the people who hired you for their job.”
“What?” the Mime balked.
“Arson for hire,” Penguin said, “I am not a master mind or some sort of Criminal super genius. I am however a successful business man. My Business interests are… Diverse. But as a business man I have to know how to deal with staff. I have two types of staff right? Here around us are the Marine Mammals, my contractors and upstairs are my avian employees.”
“What?” The mime asked.
“Contractors negotiate for each job and they have to work out the details of the benefits. While my employees,” Penguin gestured to the ladies and men on the second floor, “They get their consistent benefits and hours but a lower hourly pay.”
Penguin thought for a second.
“Tell you what,” Penguin turned to the railing of the second floor above him, “Miss Lark, I believe rotisserie Chicken was on the menu tonight.”
“Lemon Pepper Chicken was the dish of the night,” the woman called back.
“Well our talkative Mime back into the kitchen and get him a plate on the house,” Penguin ordered.
They waited for a minute for the mime to leave.
“Awsome sales pitch boss,” one of the thugs said.
“Thank you for showing up on short notice,” Penguin said, “You get dinner on the house tonight.”
“Thanks boss, without the Head-clowns around; the pasty faces will come and make great cannon fodder for the bat!” another thug smiled.
*
The Clock Tower
Barbara had brought out the sketch tablets and facial recognition software, and had given Cass Google Earth to boot.
“We are getting nowhere,” Dick whispered into Barbara’s ear.
Barbara ground her butt into Dick’s lap a little to excite him a little more. Dick moved his arms from her lap to hug her a bit higher, he wasn’t quite cupping her bosom yet.
“OK!” Bruce called out, “Ok, It’s dawn out there. It’s time to call it for now. Meet back here at say 8:30 tonight!”
There was a collective gasp of relief from the various vigilantes. Bruce looked at Dick and Barbara, and didn’t say anything as he lightly kicked Damien awake. Cass came over to Barbara and wrote a note. Barbara read the note.
“Sure Cass you can stay in the spare room today,” Barbara said, “Come on Dick let’s get a shower before bed.”
Another thought had entered Cass' head, what about a threesome with Barbara and Dick?
*
Apartment of Doctor McCullen
Pam had a length of Ivy wrapped around the doctor’s neck and the doctor’s face between her legs. Harley was fingering her Pudin’ while the Joker was sucking on the blonde’s tits.
“Ah… girls,” Pam spoke up, “I think we should get moving, like as soon as possible.”
“Whys that pammy?” Joker gasped.
“The doctor is dead.”
“Yatzee!” Joker screamed.