Black boots splashed in murk tinted puddles as Harley sauntered through the unpaved streets of a new world. Skyscrapers towered on either side of her creating a battle ground she decided she would not be disappointed with. In her clutched hand, a paper note flared from every direction containing a mixture of psychology notes on one side, and a blueprint on the other. This newly conjured domain would be the perfect opportunity for villainous uprising of the Gotham crime ring, and she and her lover would be the ringleaders.

It wasn’t until now that it became evident: Setting their sights on Gotham was small potatoes, and in a larger province, she was convinced, that they had an upper hand on the Caped Crusader and any other heroes who were foolish enough to stand in the path of progress. Her feet skittered, almost danced in anticipation as she made her way to the new location of Arkham and as it’s devout psychologist; she didn’t have trouble tracking it down. Tying the wrap of a large overcoat as she climbed marble steps to the doors, she reassumed the role of Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel, and was immediately directed to a high security holding cell for analyses the institutions most unstable prisoner. One more time; she’d only have to break him out one more time. Footsteps echoed on cold concrete as she made her way down dimly illuminated by fluorescence hallways.

Behind a cell door of both glass plates an iron bars sat her sihlouetted beloved. She smirked at the simplicity of the minds of new world law enforcement, they were as unintelligible as those of the Gotham City police. Approaching with an open hand she let a smile run across her lips, “Good morning, sunshine.” She cooed, “I’d like to ask you a few questions, if the prisoner will allow.”

Drip... Drip... Drip... FWSSSHH!!!!!!!

Kurt's eyes snapped open water from a gutter above him hits him right in the face. Slimy, scummy water burned in his face, and the sour taste of the filth made him cough and splutter. He's still dazed, confused, and completely disoriented. The sound of traffic overhead makes him shift uncomfortably. His head hurts,yet he can't remember why. His tail is wrapped around his waist, much like a belt. An unfamiliar siren suddenly jerks him into consciousness. His golden eyes penetrated the darkness, taking in the unfamiliar sights. Garbage bags and other sorts of refuse fill his eyes as will as his nostrils. He smells human blood, and energy suddenly courses through his veins.

Kurt leaps from the ground to the wall, sticking to it immediately. He leaps from wall to wall in the narrow alley and quickly locates the corpse of a young woman, the knife still in her chest. Judging by her clothing's state, she was probably raped first. Removing the knife, he licks the blade clean. In another part of his mind, he hears the police sirens have grown louder and there are now tramping feet in the entrance of the alley. His eyes dart up.

"FREEZE SCUMBAG!!!", shouted a gruff male voice.

He froze. Slowly, very slowly, Kurt raised his glowing yellow eyes to match the level gaze of the office. A wolfish grin splits his face, showing his pronounced canines. Fear grips the officer's eyes as they lock onto his. He pounces, growling like a rabid animal. The officer fires. Kurt smiles, and vanishes in a flash of blue smoke and the smell of brimstone. In a similar flash, he reappears behind her.

"Naughty naughty...", Kurt says mischievously, right before he snaps their neck. The officer convulses once, then goes still. He smiles. Suddenly there is a blinding pain in the back of his head, and the heat of electricity course through him. Kurt collapses, Tazered by the other officer. Before losing consciousness for the second time in ten minutes, Kurt hears the officer's partner calling in what has just happened.

"Officer down.... Requesting pickup.... Some... thing... killed officer.... Disappeared into thin air... Arkham Asylum might want this one.... Notify Dr. Quinn... new lab rat for her...."

Kurt blacks out as he's being loaded onto a heavily armored van.

The Joker was well aware of the change to the city around him. The fools at the asylum had, after all, put him in a cell that had a barred window. He was also aware of another change, though he could not quite put his finger on it. There was something different about his body, he was about to figure out what when he heard Harley's voice. “Good morning, sunshine.” She cooed, “I’d like to ask you a few questions, if the prisoner will allow.” The Joker faced the cell door his permanant smile seeming to widen "Of course my dear, I am always willing to be questioned by you." his voice had changed, it now sounded more....feminine? If the Joker could frown, he would have in that moment. He brought his hands up to his chest, and patted several times, making sure what he felt was real. He looked down, and almost yelled in surprise, but he had to much self control to yell in front of Harley. He had dressed as a woman several times to get past Batman, but this. This was just cruel to a new level of cruel. He looked to the cell door again, mental frown showing in his now female eyes more than on his now female face.
"My dear, I'm afraid that I cannot allow you to come any closer to me. Quite the change has happened to my person."

Oblivious to the change in voice through the distorting glass of the cell, Harley had just begun to reach a soft and expectant hand to the bars when she heard her companion’s request for distance. A look of confusion plagued her face, and a slight offense furrowed in her brow before she had come to the distant observation that he must merely not want her to see him in such a state, “Just as well,” she allowed, smiling pleasantly, “I’d need you to stand back regardless.”

A mischievous look replaced the one of confusion, as she lifted both hands in an open palmed gesture. A nail file coated with nitroglycerin slipped from the sleeve of her trench coat and fell onto the floor in front of her. Harley flinched, well aware of the instability of the substance, however after a moment of stillness the tension in her shoulders eased away. She scanned the room for surveillance cameras, before reaching down to pick it up, and to begin filing away at the middle bar. She gazed through into an unlit room to check her manipulators position, before snapping her fingers and allowing herself to make quick recoil from the explosive.

Shielding her face with merely her arms, her forearms were exposed to flying shards of glass that soared in the detonation. Harley examined the physical state of the Joker in the after math who, with only seemingly few nicks, appeared otherwise unscathed. She raised to her feet and tucked some stray hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear, in an attempt to look presentable for her love.
It was only shortly after the detonation that two things occurred, one expected, and one unanticipated. The alarm rang through the halls of the Asylum, this was the expected, and her pager sounded it’s synthesized ring. Visibly annoyed, she dug through her pockets and yanked out the device; reading in plain digitalized letters a summons to the laboratory. Although she believed this to be the last time she’d need Dr. Harleen Quinzel, it didn’t hurt to have an ego to revert to. Her reunion with the Joker would have to be put on hold.

“Just a minor set-back, love.” She assured, “I’ll meet you at the penthouse shortly; for now, there are other matters that Dr. Quinzel needs to attend to.”

Harley then spun on her heel, and stormed the opposite way of her intended, heels beating on the floor as she walked. This had better be worth the time.

Kurt shifted, groaning on an operating table. He was propped up almost to the point of standing, but not quite. The harsh light of observation lights made him blink several times before he could finally see straight. His head felt like it was swimming. The harsh smell of cleaning solution and various similar chemicals made him cringe. He rose, or at least attempted to do so. Several bands of..... something held him down. It took him a few minutes to realized that he was restrained by leather straps, buckled as far as they could. He had trouble breathing, but not too much trouble. Eventually, his head cleared and he was able to think properly.

Now my little friend, it's time to shine.

Shifting on the table, Kurt got enough slack in his restraints to carefully unwind his tail from around his midriff. Then, carefully, he moved his tail around the fastened ends of the buckles. Then, as fast as he could, he undid the restraints around his chest, and finally his arms. Quickly removing the restraints around his legs, he sprung off of the table. While attempting to land on all fours, he didn't quite stick the landing. He attributed it to whatever they injected him with.

SMACK!!!

A jarring impact filled his chest as the tiled floor hit him right in the chest. Kurt grunted, but ignored the pain. He struggled to stand, but he was not strong enough. His thoughts eventually cleared. Think! Think! You're not this much of a weakling! Move! Thoughts flashed rapidly through his mind. It took him a few moments, but it seemed like an eternity. His heightened senses caught the radio of one of the outside guards. They got a doctor?! Surprise is the only way out. And in a puff of smoke he was on top of the longest light in the room, hanging upside down on the ceiling. There he waited, ready to pounce.

The dark alleys of the city easily concealed anyone who has mastered the art of thievery, no one would notice an extra low-life roaming around the mud filled corners. The big change of worlds was amazing, yet slightly confusing in his very own eyes. And what was once lost in history had called itself back during the mysterious event. Quick footsteps splashed onto the mud pools, making small stains on the closest objects that stood next to the pools. A small shimmering light got reflected by a large metal Bo-staff as it got jabbed onto the ground, providing extra jump height for its user. Security had its flaws, yet one miscalculation had ruined the entire plan to grab some 'Allowance.' Three officers chased the marauder, who was hard to track as his outfit blended in with the shadows and the dim lights that barely gave the officers a view wouldn't help the chase.

With each step the officers seemed the slow down, while the thief kept up a constant pace, desperately trying to shake of his hunters. "Hold it criminal scum!" Bullets pierced the air, missing there target nonetheless. "I beg thee pardon messieurs, but I shall take my leave now." The thief let out a deep sigh, drawing a card out of his left sleeve as it slowly lightened up the dark alley, revealing a part of the users body. A male dressed in a rather unnatural outfit, perhaps used for combat. Over his clothing he wore a ragged brown trench coat. As the light on the drawn card slowly dimmed the officers could barely make an face ID of the thief. Only able to make out the mysterious person had unnatural pure purple eyes before the card was thrown in their direction. "What the---" 'Bang!' The sound of a grenade exploding had signalled the officers to hide behind whatever they could find as temporary shelter for the bomb.

As the cloud of dust mixed with liquid began to clear up the mystery man was gone. Vanished into thin air... "He couldn't have gone far! Call far back up now!" one of the officers reached out for their radios "This is police force A16. Require back up immediately! Suspect has disappeared, immediate blockade is required!" As the three officers examined what little damage the explosion had done, they sealed the conclusion the bomb was just a distraction allowing the suspect to escape with ease. "What the hell was that! Clearly he didn't ignite any kind of bomb or any other flammable explosion!" The third officer spoke up, speaking of the thief using some kind of card-like object. Without further delay they continued their chase, with no success nonetheless. They had to wait for their back up to arrive, and even that might not be enough to capture the mysterious man.

On one of the buildings that connected to the dark alley the chase had ended. The mysterious man stood, watching as the three officers continued searching in vain. "Smart alarm. But I yet have to try again as that building might hold the information I need to find the X-men. Merci messieurs, for this exciting first evening in a new town." And with a fake motion like he pulled a hat over his eyes the thief made his way to the other side of the building, slowly making his way down along the many staircases before continuing his way on steady ground.

" - Highly unstable... A creature like – Preservation of…” Harley had trouble focusing on the words conjured by an interning scientist as she struggled to explain the situation. Frankly, after meeting the Joker, she was just simply bored by common every day criminals, and found herself fighting through the notions when she had to interview them.

“-Do you understand Ms. Quinzel? Your safety is our top priority.”

Harley had caught only brief segments of the conversation until the last sentence which surfaced whole hearted chuckle, “I don’t think there’s any reason you need worry. Putting it lightly I’ve analyzed characters authors could only dream of creating. This one will be no challenge. I assure you.” Without allowing the intern to create a rebuttal, she began down the corridors, waving with a gesture of her wrist. The smile Harley had been wearing faded when she had disappeared from sight. Harley would have liked to had strangled that woman until the color drained from her face. But that’s not what normal people did. The intern shouted some parting words behind her that were caught in the facilities ventilation system, but Harley decided she didn’t care to have heard them anymore than the rest of the conversation.

After travelling down uncontaminated hallways for two rights and a left, she was meticulous about making note of these things, she reached a room unlike the rest this one reading, Sanitization Chamber. She scribbled a note of it on the backboard of her brain, but failed to read it as a threat. She propped open the door, caressing her clipboard beneath her arm, smiling brightly, “Nice to meet you I’m - ” Things already not going smoothly; the patient had wormed out of their bonds leaving an empty table in front of her.

Was this a joke? Harley folded her arms impatiently scanning the room for signals of human life, cocking her head to examine under counters and tables, “Come out, come out where ever you are.” She called in a voice much less sweet than the one she had been using.

Calling all units in the vicinity of...bank we have a situation, the bank has been robbed. A male wearing a purple suit of some kind, robbed the bank using only a bow. He has killed three officers and wounded many civilians.

Hawkeye ran across the rooftops away from the bank. Way to easy, he thought. The bank alarm was still ringing, and police sirens were going off. Goddamn police sirens, Hawkeye absolutely hated the sound of police sirens, they usually meant jail. That is of course if he failed. He was on a streak of three banks. Two more and he has a new record. More sirens, they were getting closer. Hawkeye then heard the blades of a helicopter.

"Sir, surrender now," said a voice from the helicopter, "We are authorized to s deadly force."

Yea right, that was going to happen. Hawkeye laughed as he notched an arrow. This arrow had a sticky and explosive tip. The arrow was sent flying and it stuck to the spotlight of the police helicopter. "Boom," The purple clad thief whispered. A loud explosion sent helicopter parts in every direction. Hawkeye mentally counted the number of causalities, seven. A good total for today. Hawkeye slipped down into an alley way. He hid in a dumpster he heard the sirens pass. He then got out of the dumpster and dusted himself off, he than asked himself,"Well, what do I do now?"

Kurt smiled, his pointed fangs lining up perfectly. His ruse worked perfectly, and now the pretty doctor was utterly lost. Golden orbs followed her every movement. She checked everywhere a normal person would hide, but he was not normal. Not by a long shot. It couldn't hurt to toy with her at all could it? Of course not., thought with glee. But how to do it? I think her colleagues would suffice. A slight nod, and then he started to speak, throwing his voice around the room.

"Oh doctor doctor! I'm feeling a little blue! I would be EVER so grateful if you could make me feel better. I'm simply distraught! Help me please!", he feigned panic at the end, and he disappeared into the cloud of smoke.

He was in another room, occupied by anther woman, but this one was utterly alone. It appeared to be a kitchen, and she was pouring herself a cup of coffee, muttering under her breath the entire time. "...damn smug.... Dr. Quinzel can...", she murmured to herself. Oooh! So very EXCITING! He left the ceiling and appeared right next to her, smiling in a cheesey impression of a charming smile. He held the coffee pot with his tail leaving his hands crossed on his chest. "Can I pour you a cup gorgeous?" She screamed and dropped her mug. Kurt clicked his tongue. "How very rude! You don't even say hello?" He grabbed the pencil from her nearby clipboard and jumped towards the door. "Ah aha ah!", he says while wagging one of his three fingers. "You haven't been excused young lady." She screams, but is cut off as his tail jabs the pencil in her throat and straight through her windpipe. A slight trickle of blood appears from down below and at the corners of her mouth. There are tears in her pleading eyes, and a whimper escapes her lips. Kurt sighs. "Too bad. Under different circumstances, I might've taken a liking to you. Oh well." Grabbing her by the lapels of her lab coat, he teleports back to the room he was just in.

Kurt only stays in the air for a moment before dropping the intern onto a table covered in various scientific objects. The majority are made of glass, which shatter beneath the intern's fall. With a puff of smoke, he appears in front of Harley. "I told you I was blue! Buuuut, I feel fine! thanks!" is all he gets out before teleporting to the doorway. He gives a quick bow, with his arm and tail.

"I so enjoyed this session, I really thought we were getting somewhere, but I'm afraid I must depart m'dear. Nice meeting you though!"

He does several backflips towards the end of the hall and disappears in his usual puff of blue smoke. He appears in the middle of the foyer of Arkham, hands outstretched like a cheap showman. "It's been fun folks, but I have other plans. Enjoy your nights! Tip your waitresses!" And in a final cloud of smoke, he disappears.

The was glad that Harley had to leave, a rare thing, true, but there non the less. I cannot avoid her forever...she will have to see eventually. He went to the door way and looked around, his no her outfit was downstairs, hopefully it would still work despite the new....curves. He went quietly out of the room, and all the way to where they kept the 'personal items' of the crazy mates here. He got in the room just as easily as you snapped a photo, it wasn't the first time breaking out of this place. The went to his outfit, and changed quickly, and found that the fit was indeed different. It would have to do for now, he had no time to find something else. As he went to leave, he caught his reflection. He stopped to take a look at his new form, more to get used to the idea then anything else. There were more than a few changes besides a nice rack and no 'manly parts'. His hair had changed from its normal, neat and slicked back look; it was now longer, and slightly curled, and a bit more messy. He caught a glint on his ears and touched one cautiously, earrings...he had somehow gained pierced ears during his change.

He looked around rather nervously, then struck a few poses. A eyebrow raised at the way his waist had slimmed down, and his butt now stood out more. The best aspect to his new looks-in his opinion anyways-were his nice new boobs. They were at least a c-cup, if not bigger, he could tell by how tight his vest felt on him. As for his other items, he'd have to get new sizes soon. His pants felt like they were going to fall off, and his were slightly to big. Also his jacket kept falling off his shoulders, sliding down to his elbows. He had also had to unbutton a few of his shirts buttons and loosen his tie, just so that his new assets would fit inside of it. Perhaps he could get Harley to help him out with a new outfit later....that is if she didn't have a heart attack when she saw his new form. He snapped to full attention at the thought of Harley, he was supposed to be going to the penthouse and wait for her, not drool over himself. He left the room with a quiet laugh at himself, grabbing a random set of keys as he did so.

Once out of the asylum he got past security by flashing them his nice new chest, causing the guard to pass out with a nose bleed. Maybe this body isn't so bad after all. he thought to himself, and found the car his stolen keys belonged to. He hopped in the car, and drove to the penthouse, which was 'safe' from unwanted guests. As he drove he mulled over how much easier getting out of the asylum had been this time.

Batman, currently assuming the role of the wealthy Bruce Wayne, emerged from beneath the workings of the Batmobile, face smudged with oil. Even if it wasn’t Gotham, he couldn’t sit around idly as the world went to the Joker and whomever else was to appear in the new dimension. He wasn’t yet aware of who “whomever else” included, but according to Commisioner Gordon, there was a disturbance in several cities reporting the evils of villains with super human powers. This had been the only time where he would doubt his own abilities, sure he could defeat the Penguin, Riddler, Scarecrow, but how would he fare against people with influences over things he could only call magic.

Bruce nearly knocked himself unconscious when Alfred entered the room, “Sir?” Alfred said loudly enough to break his daydream.

"Alfred!” Bruce yelled without irritancy, but more in a joking manner, “What have I told you about sneaking up on me.”

“My mistake sir,” he observed as Batman ran a hand along the back of his head. He spoke again, this time more quietly, “Sir. I thought I might tell you that there has been a robbing at the bank.”

Bruce had an immediate interest in this information, and the pain in his head dissolved away, “Thank you Alfred.” Resuming through the normal actions, he dressed himself in his attire, gathered his utility belt and was, in moments soaring down the highway.

However, he couldn’t help a sneaking skepticism from ruining his mood. If this villain did, as Gordon said have some supernatural ability, how would he defeat him with punches, grappling hooks and rope. For once, the Dark Knight may be safer to align himself with an ally.

The spectacle did anything but displease Harley; if anything it filled her with the pleasure that she wouldn’t have found from any amount of caressing.There was something seductive in an act of senseless violence, and did that make her a bad person. She didn't think so. A normal person might have been startled by the creature that appeared, and just as quickly disappeared from her sight, however she was less on the startled side and more on the fascinated side. She placed her knuckled to her chin in contemplation. The beast might prove as a valuable aspect and perhaps a useful pawn later, but for now she had to squirm away, which due to the current circumstance was simpler than it would have been had the secession gone as planned. She glared down at the face stuck in horror, “If you weren’t so helpless this wouldn’t have had to have happened. Now I have to clean up after you.”

Squealing in a fake cry of horror she collapsed to her knees, her fingers wrapping around the edges of the door, “The subject has escaped! Someone, anyone please, catch him.”

As a procession of horrified scientists rushed about searching for the superhuman, Harley pulled the collar of her trench coat around her neck, and silently slipped out the Asylum doors into a fading drizzle.

The Joker reached the penthouse and flopped down on a couch. He crossed his legs over each other without really thinking about it, his movements already taking a more womanly quality. He would have to waste time away until Harley was able to get out of the asylum. For her it wouldn't be as hard to leave, but depending on what they had called her for, it might take some time. The Joker lay back, folding his arms behind his head and tapping one of his feet to music in his head. For some reason he found it was easier to relax in his new form, and wondered briefly if that was true for all women. He would have to ask Harley when she came, but he doubted that all woman could relax as easily. He looked up to the ceiling thinking about what new pranks and mayhem he could pull now that he was a woman, while waiting for Harley to arrive.

Hearing the bank alarms in the distance, Eddie sighed and spoke quietly to himself. "Well looks like I'm going to be late to that meeting." he said as he ran into a restaurant that was near by. He then took his briefcase opened it and grabbed a jar. He then looked at the symbiotes that were basically attacking the jar trying to get out. He then put his briefcase in a bathroom stall and ran out and began to run to the bank. He then opened the jar and the symbiotes cover his body quickly. He then shot a tendril and grappled himself up to the roof. Once he got to the roof he then seen smoke starting to roll up into the sky. He knew that this wasn't going to be easy by himself.

We seem to have lost him. All units, be on the look out for a male clad in a purple suit of some kind. He has ended the lives of seven officers, and wounded 37 civilians.

Hawkeye moved into an abandoned apartment building. It was abandoned, until Hawkeye took up residence in it. He stashed the cash in a room where he always did. Then he went back out onto the rooftops. This is where Hawkeye was most happy on the roofs of this new world. He could still hear police sirens, he still really hated those sirens, but it came with the job. The bank alarm had stopped though. Perhaps that was a bad thing. Hawkeye didn't care.

It was time for some free running. The purple clad thief jumped from roof to roof, building to building, doing crazy stunts. He did a few flips until coming to a stop in front of a tall skyscraper. This was going to be fun! He began scaling the building. Floor by floor until he made it half way. He then heard something, the blades of a helicopter. He was expecting to hear a loudspeaker telling him to freeze, but no. It was just one of the helicopters that flew over often. He started scaling again until he reached the top. He perched on a gargoyle that overlooked the city. Chaos, pure chaos. Wonderful.

Kurt, hanging upside down from one of the many gargoyles that dotted the roof, watched Harley leave with a genuine interest. He couldn't lie to himself, she intrigued him. What was it that intern had said? Dr. Quinzel? He stored that name away to look it up on a later date. She might prove to be quite the interesting character, maybe even an ally. Allies can't hurt, right? Grinning at the thought of future alliances, and the benefits of those alliances, Kurt disappeared in his trademark puff of blue smoke. As the air around his body rushed to fill the void he left behind, it dragged the water with it. The gigantic raindrop, with enough fluid to fill a sizable bucked, landed on the head of a guard down below. His curses were quite colorful.

Nightcrawler reappeared on a large strip of pavement to the blaring of an truck horn. The highway?Whipping around, he saw a massive eighteen-wheeler that was about to turn him into a blue smear on the pavement. He disappeared in another cloud of smoke and reappeared on the roof of the eighteen-wheeler. Kurt wrapped his tail around the exhaust pipe and hung in front of the windshield, flashing all of his teeth at the driver. The truck lurched as the driver freaked out at Kurt's appearance on the windshield. Another cloud of smoke, and he was perched on the median of the highway.

The truck slammed into the median, pulverizing the concrete and smashing several other cars. Without a doubt, several people died instantly. Nightcrawler smiled, delighting in the chaos and carnage. The smell of burning gasoline mixed with blood and the cries of the victims still trapped in their cars. It was enthralling. He heard another noise, and saw more cars slam on their brakes as they saw the twisted metal wreckage he created. Turning towards the car, he gave a graceful sweeping bow, and disappeared in another cloud of smoke and laughter echoing in the night.

He appeared again on the street below. A nearby public telephone caught his attention. Kurt opened the phonebook that was below the actual phone. Opening to "Q", he found the good doctor's address. Penthouse? Ritzy. I like her tastes. He set the book down and began to walk in the direction of the apartment complex, humming to himself.

Once inside, Harley unwound the wrap of her trench coat, and took a glance at her lover who was sprawled out on the couch. She intended to let the fabric slide off her body regardless, but the way it had was in an unrehearsed way. The jacket fell to the floor as she clasped her hands together in a pyramid on top of bee stung lips as she conjured a way to tread around the subject lightly. Joker had been prone to madness, and there had always been method behind it.

Sure, he was now a she but Harley had been always crazy enough to love the psychologically unwell and mad person the Joker was and a little gender change wasn’t going to break the deal. Harley had recently become ware that their love was somewhat one-sided, she imagined that as a woman, things would remain the same. And that was okay, Harley liked being manipulated. She made a stride towards him, er, her and wrapped her arms loosely around the Joker’s neck as she took her rightful seat on top of her lap, allowing her fingers to twirl in her now shoulder length hair.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting for this so long,” she uttered with a wink in attempt to dance around the subject, “Very clever disguise, love. Let’s see if we can’t compromise morals with it.” Her eyes struggled to avoid staring so obviously

The Batmobile jerked unevenly around corners it was not familiar with, until it was nearly smashing into a chain of police cars heading in either direction. Unfamiliar with this new terrain, Batman flipped the direction of the car so it was now following the patrol of law enforcement. If there was trouble to be found, Batman suspected, this would be a good place to start.

It wasn’t until Batman heard the familiar whir of a helicopter that he pulled into a stationary position. Glancing through the top of his windshield Bruce was able to see the outline of a human body atop a massive skyscraper, which although distant he could only suspect to be one of the culprits causing mayhem throughout the city.

Batman patted around for the sun roofs lift, watchful eyes not adverting from the being on top the building. Much to his unwelcomed surprise he was unable to recognize the face through the enhanced vision his suit provided. The sunroof slid ajar, and Batman gripped the edges to pull himself out. Standing on top the hood of his vehicle, he reached for the grappling hook that rested by his side and shot it with precision to its farthest available distance. The sixteenth of the twenty story building. That was fine; he needed the exercise.

The sirens still roamed through the city like an overwhelming crowd of birds flying over to evade a coming storm. Gambit wasn't the only one to be on a bad deed spree, so it seemed at the least. With a quick and probably smart decision he rushed back into the alleyways, certain the police force wouldn't be looking there anyway. His steady fast pace made various mud puddles splash against the nearest walls leaving an even smaller puddle in its place. Finally getting sick of having the slight feeling like he was surrounded made Gambit switch to the roof of one of the buildings one more. He liked it that way, it gave him the illusion that he was almighty compared to anyone down below.

Among his urge to find out what this new city would hold, a slight feeling of boredom grew. Making Gambit decide on having some of his good old fun by unwrapping his acrobatic style, jumping from building to building occasionally back flipping or wall hiking to the next large building. With the sirens and blue suits still dashing around the city he had to take note of every movement that occurred either underneath or above him. "Choppers? Someone is causing an even bigger chaos I suppose." Not looking at the details he just assumed it was a locater helicopter the police force uses to track down running criminals. 'Stop!' a skyscraper had blocked his endless movement. Gambit's pure purple eyes scanned the gigantic building, and with a smirk he begun climbing the stone beast. "This will be a good moment to test if this city has the perfect acrobatic environment." With the time it took to climb all the way up, it was surprisingly high, higher then he had anticipated.

Once on the roof that was filled with various Gargoyle statues, Gambit took his time walking alongside the railing of the skyscraper. Watching as the city had gone into a complete chaos. He stopped in his tracks, attempting to blend in with what little shadow the skyscraper held as he spotted a man clad in purple. "I see I am not the only one enjoying the view..." With soft and slow steps Gambit made his way to the man without revealing himself, trying to stay within the reach of the shadows. "Enjoying the sight monsieur?" Once more he faked the motion of hiding his eyes behind an imaginary hat. With caution he tried getting the attention of the person appearing before him, one of his hands in the inside pocket of his trench coat. Ready to throw in a diversion whenever this person would prove hostile.

The Joker looked to Harley, glad that she was finally here. For some reason he was starting to have strange urges, like wanting to paint his nails a wonderful shade of green. Once he had almost gotten up to invade Harley's closet, wanting to try on her clothes to see if they would fit better. Now that she was here, he could tell her clothes wouldn't do. He was still taller than her for one, and for another Harley's style wasn't quite him. "We need to go shopping my dear, my clothes don't quite fit this new 'disguise'." his mind was still in man mode, though some of his thoughts were starting to lean to female. "While we're out I just have to get some nail polish, I wonder if stores even sell a decent shade of green though." For a brief moment he wondered if he would start thinking fully like a female, and hoped not. He enjoyed looking at Harley's body and thinking of her in a sexual way. Now that he was female, he didn't view her any different, in fact his urge to give her pleasure had increased. My my, seems I'm more of a lesbian now. he gave a small laugh at this thought, then reached out and stroked Harley's cheek. He had a very gentle touch for a maniac, despite what most would think. He moved his hand down to her chin, and rose almost meeting her lips with his. "Perhaps we should play some before shopping...I'm finding you more attractive by the minute my dear."

Kurt, now covered by a black duster (recently stolen from a western paraphernalia store) with a black flat brimmed cowboy hat, stood outside the apartment complex. His tail had assumed it's guise as a belt once more. He could feel the cold rain through the coat. The rain made its own veil in front of his face, something he was thankful for. Despite the rain, other civilians were also wandering about. They paid him as much mind as they'd pay a lamppost. They only looked so they wouldn't run into him. If only people would've done that back home, I wouldn't have become so paranoid. He grimaced, but tossed the idea away. He craned his neck to see the tops of the building, judging the approximate height of the building. It seemed to be about forty floors. He quickly looked around, then stole into the adjacent alleyway. The rain lessened but didn't stop all together.

Removing the hat, Nightcrawler leaped onto the wall. His digits stuck immediately, and he scaled the wall with ease. It was as if the rainwater wasn't even there. Eventually, he got tired and began to terrorize the tenants of the building, making faces through the windows. The best reaction he got was from an elderly woman who passed out cold. He almost fell of the building because he was laughing so hard. Mastering himself, he resumed the ascent. Finally reaching the 40th floor, he began to crawl around the windows, looking for the room. It took him a few moments, but he found it eventually. She was with someone else on the couch. It looked like a woman. He laughed and almost fell off again. He tapped on the glass with one giant blue finger. Before they could look, he disappeared in smoke and reappeared in the room, sitting in a leather armchair.

"A bit kinky, don't you think Doc?", he sarcastically said, grinning like an idiot.

Joker looked to the intruder with two instant thoughts following each other. First Oh my a blue man., then How dare he interrupt my fun. his eyes showed no hint of either thought as he spoke to the intruder. "That's a neat trick." the Joker had to admit this man had caught his full and almost undivided attention. His female thoughts were still on the nail polish that he wanted, as well as on Harley. Amazing how a female mind worked, no wonder women were so good at multitasking. "May I ask why you have intruded upon us so suddenly?" his curiosity had always gotten the best of him in the worst of times. Something which most likely annoyed Harley to no end.

Harley hadn’t been the same since she had met the Joker for the first time in Arkham, a situation like this may have appalled, even frightened Dr. Quinzel. Now, with only inches of air separating their bodies, she decided that she could grow to like the change. The topic of shopping had never been a more seductive piece of conversation and her face grew red in meekness “Perhaps we could skip shopping altogether,” she spoke with a wink, “Besides clothes are often such a burden.”

Then; a tap on the glass, a superhero? The sound immediately put the vulnerable Harley on the defense and she grasped for a six-chamber revolver that had been strapped to her thigh. In a film of blue smoke the creature from Arkham materialized, making himself quite at home with their furnishings. The tension Harley felt began to slightly dissipate. True she was aware of the beast’s capabilities now, but it was better him than Batman. Besides, she’d been eager to discuss with him, but she would not lower her weapon without her beloved’s consent.

She couldn't believe the mindset of her comrade, asking questions. Joker had that type of mentality, in this respect they clashed, “Ms. J,” the nickname rolled off without effort, “It’s your call. But let’s have a little fun with this lab rat.”

It could have been months, or mere minutes, but it didn't much matter. Rorschach didn't know when she became a she, and she didn't pay much attention to the change in the world either. For now, it would have to suffice. There seemed to be even more crime and evil here, and now Rorschach was here. She glanced at the floor number, her mask off and in her pocket, no one had stopped her yet. 15. That was as high as the elevator went. The higher levels were off limits to the general public. She came to the door to the stairs up, finding it locked. She glanced around, spotting three security officers across the hall discussing something. She turned back to the door, and forced the lock in, alerting the security guards. They came rushing, but she was already halfway up the stairwell to the next floor. She stopped at the turn point, a little alcove. In a split second, she analyzed the room.

"Stop! You're not auth-" the officer was cut off, a chair slamming into his chest, knocking him and another guard down, while the third made it past and onto the alcove. He swung at Rorschach, but she ducked and tripped him. Now the other two guards got up and came at her. With a swift move, Rorschach raised the first guard up, and threw him at the other two, knocking them back. Taking the moment, she pulled the fire extinguisher off the wall, and fired the suppressant onto them as they stood up. Emptying it, she swung it at one, knocking him to the glass, and with a powerful shove, a second guard slammed into him, breaking the glass and sending them falling to their deaths. Turning back to the third guard, he drew his taser, but Rorschach was too fast, and proceeded to take hold of the taser and the guard, tasing him in his neck, and he passed out.

She pulled out her mask and pulled it over her face, fitting her top hat on top. The world was familiar now, from behind the shifting black ink, she could see everything clearly. She rushed up the remaining stairs, and kicked open the door. Floor 16. No one was in the room, and just as she was about to go up the next flight, a grappling hook burst through the window and caught on one of the metal frames. It looked more sophisticated than her own, and she waited to see who'd come up.