Trial by Judgement (open)

[Darcy Leone]

Today was the day Jack would start a war with the very foundation of Gotham City.The pigs. The donut eating pigs who seemed to stand in the Joker's way with or without the Batman's help. They interrogated him. They kept him in a cage. Well the clown was out of the cage and he wanted payback. He hadn't a clue where his dearest Harley ran off to. This was a vendetta to behold though. The Police Force of Gotham consisted of 93 brave men and women. A worthy number for such a huge city as Gotham. They had to restock after The Joker escaped. Hire newbies. Gordon was alive, God bless his little soul...

He started walking down the street, AK-47 in hand with twenty other men with the same weapons as him. He spoke over a radio transmitter that connected to his ear.

[purple]"Cut off all communication..."[/purple]

A henchman replied from the other side.

[yellow]"Yes boss."[/yellow]

Inside the four story building, the radio transmitters for the police intercomn went bleak. They all short circuited from the hacker that worked on the inside for the Joker. He was a part of the Police Force and knew their equipment inside and out. He grinned as he touched his ear again. They were almost to the front door.

[purple]"Mama said to turn out the lights..."[/purple]

[yellow]"Yes boss..."[/yellow]

The power was cut. The hacker did well. The Joker would have to give him a proper thank you for being a traitor to his own people. He served his purpose. There was a freakout in the building, as The Joker instructed six men to circle around it. Each of them with The Joker's silent signal threw hand grenades in 6 different portions of the building. The Joker smiled as the once perceived proud men and women of this fine police force burned and the smell of fresh cooked meat filled the streets with the aroma of fireworks intermixed. Simply delicious. The Joker started laughing maniacally at that thought as he kicked the front door open.

[purple]"Who wants breakfeast?? Hehehehehe!-"[/purple]

He shot every Police Officer that ran or tried to shoot at him. Henchmen had a blast as these were the fine men and women that locked most of them up in Arkham. The rattle of AK's seemed to shatter the very street they were on as the .45's crushed the lungs and faces of the young men and women like jelly. Bad day to be a cop. The Joker wanted to prove once and for all that Gotham was his. It would always be his. No laws would dictate otherwise. They had five minutes to get out after the massacre and another 5 to escape leaving few traces behind of who did what. He wanted this to look like a mob hit. He looked at his watch as the carnal masquerade was coming to a close.

[purple]"Wrap it up ladies..."[/purple]

They all started walking outside. There were few survivors inside the building anyway. A few of his men died and the traitor working for the Police Force was killed by one of his henchmen as an order. Mainly because he wasn't insane. He could be traced back to Jack. Jack didn't want to be traced... Yet. The men set up C4 explosives in all four corners of the large building. Setting it off about 20 feet away it exploded to bits. Oops... Would they have to rebuild the place again? What a waste of the taxpayer's money. He giggled at the inside joke.

Police cars came driving from all directions as Jack's fingers pressed a button preventing more officers from attacking them. The inside man was given government issue explosives to set underneath each police authorized vehicle. Seeing as there was a patrol out, he needed to do that. Cars suddenly exploded all over the streets in a unisen detonation. This was truly the Joker's greatest vendetta. They continued walking down the streets laughing like good old buddies. This truly was a sight to see. The end of Gotham's once great Police Force. The force that protected Gotham in corruption. Where was Gordon? The Joker gave the men specific orders to capture him. But he was nowhere to be found. It didn't matter. The job was completed anyways. It was only a matter of time before they escaped. They just all stood around and watched the fireworks, melting men and women run down the streets. It was all too good!

[Drew Wallace]

Drew was just minding his business. It was Saturday, midafternoon. He had no school, so he thought he should explore the city, afterall he did live there now. He walked down the crowded sidewalk of the proud Gotham City, it was frigid outside, but that didn't seem to stop people from enjoying the sites. As he walked, he noticed a homeless man, begging for change. Being as sympathetic as he is, he gave him about twenty dollars. It wasn't like he needed it for anything.

The man thanked him and he just shrugged, he felt good for brightening someones day. Drew nodded and smiled at a cute girl walking down the street, but she just ignored him. Thats what they all did. But he decided that today was going to be a good day, that nothing would bring him down. Or so he hoped. And soon, that all changed. Everyone around him stared in disbelief of what they saw. Drew didn't know what it was, but apparently the citizens did.

He didn't know what was going on, if it was just an act or if it was serious. That was until there was an explosion. Screams filled the air as the Gotham Police Department crumbled. Drew gasped, almost getting knocked over by the people running away. But he wasn't like that anymore, he wasn't a coward. He took off running towards the building. There was a man on fire, jumping out of a side window. When he fell, Drew quickly took off his coat and attempted to pat him down. There were multiple screams coming from in the building.

He climbed in through the window that the man had fallen out of. It was like a scene from a dark thriller. There were as many half dead people as there were dead people. Drew picked up an injured women, telling her it was going to be okay and got her out of the window safely. He could hear a lot of screams coming from behind a door. Drew took a couple steps back before kicking the door down and about four people ran out. He directed them towards the window escape. He headed back into the flames and saw a man on the ground. His leg seemed to be crushed by a peice of the ceiling. As he ran towards him, the rest of the ceiling collasped on the man.

Drew stood in terror for a few moments. If only he got to him faster. He didn't let that loss get to him though, he quickly and efficeintly got the rest of the survivors out of the building. Drew had just gottten out, before the entire thing fell to the ground, causing dust to fill the streets. He saw police cars coming down the street and let out a sigh of relief. As they surrounded the men who were the cause of such anarchy, to his surprise, they all exploded. He looked at the cop cars, trying to see any signs of life. There was only one, a man banging on the glass window, screaming as he caught fire.

He took off running as fast as he could towards the car. Drew pulled the door handle, but the car door didn't open. The man was still screamming as Drew signaled for him to move away from the glass. He crashed his elbow through the window and pulled the man out. The man was gasping for air as Drew stared down at him, helplessly. A few people were just standing amd staring at the scene. "SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

A women took out her phone and dialed the number, or so thats what Drew thought. As the women did so, he turned to the man who seemed to be the cause of this catastrophe. He looked like a seriously screwed up clown, wearing make-up, and it looked as if his mouth was scarred into a smile. Drew stood and concentrated for a couple of moments. "Come on...come on," He said softly, as he began to disappear.

When he was fully cloaked, Drew ran towards the man, enraged at what had happened to the innocent people of the Gotham Police Force. He took the gun from out of his hands and swung it at him, aiming for his head. Drew wanted the Joker to pay for what he had done.