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Post by Zoewilliams on Sat Jul 29, 2017 5:38 pm

He had awoke to a bad morning. Somehow, no matter how he tried to question it, he just couldn't figure out how his socks ended up on his hands and off his feet and a pillow case had winded up on his head almost suffocating him in his sleep. It was puzzling. First of all, he couldn't remember a time when he wore socks to bed. However, he did strange things in his sleep. It didn't faze him, it just seemed very annoyed he was about to die in his sleep. He looked over to Oswald's spot of the bed. Being as it was Edward's flat, there was only one bed and on some nights they shared it. On they nights they weren't sharing it, Edward was forced to sleep on the couch because Oswald would have night terrors and kick him in his sleep. Maybe they both had tired killing each other in their sleep..but that didn't explain the socks though.

Then when he stood up to head to the door, and some how, he managed to step on something small and pointy. It appeared to be a Lego. He cursed a reached for it, throwing it across the room with great force. He didn't even know he owned any of those dreaded things! He headed over to the kitchen, brows narrowing and shoulders leaning back in a look of confidence despite that he had just went through a painful experience of stepping on a sharp block of plastic. Right as he was about to make coffee, he gave a sharp crying eep, his bare feet meeting something cold and sliding back to the floor on a block of ice, hitting the surface with a thud.

Groaning, rubbed the back of his head in pain. It didn't take him long to realize he still had the socks on his hand. Slowly he stood up and let out a tiny furious shout of anger and frustration. He took a breath after that, then calming himself. He tore the socks off and pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose. He finished making coffee and grabbed some clothes to head over to the bathroom for a shower. He peeled off his clothes, and hopped inside, letting sigh of relief escape his lips as warm water hit him. Little did he know someone was standing out side the apartment door, knocking and waiting patiently. Not until a loud voice shouted, "GCPD, open up!"


He didn't hear the noise, until then and he had shut off the shower and grabbed his robe, covering himself before creaking open the door to peer outside.


Oswald awakened to something akin to chaos.

Or was that Chaos, with a capital C. Whatever, it really didn't seem to matter too much anymore, because right now, all he could hear was that sick sound of "GCPD" and their rather violent admonishments to 'Open Up!!'. Fuck that noise, he wasn't about to do that without a fight -- running to the shower and then staring at stark naked Eddie.

"UH................"

Stop staring!

But it really was such a lovely sight, after all, now wasn't it? "Ed... we have company. You get me, company?! The COPS. Maybe for all I know Jim himself is out there, or Harvey. Whatever is going on, we gotta do something, and unless you want to be frisked naked, you might really want to get out of there and get dressed." And really, what the hell was going down now? Why now, what had changed to make this be something seen as called for, out of the blue? Unless ... Ed had done something and failed to share it. And that was entirely possible, wasn't it. Oh yes, with Ed, it was, and Oswald knew it.

"Is there .........something you wanna tell me? Before the door is kicked IN?"



Edward turned, and jerked back with a shock, shoulders rising like a frightened cat and nearly jumping three feet in the air. It was at this point, he heard the loudness of the police outside and he shut off the water as quietly as he could. He had no idea what they were doing here. He tried to think, out of all the possibilities he could what the GCPD would want with him. His mouth opened wide, trying to figure out words. Finally he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "No, I figured you might have done something..did you do something?" He tilted his head, squinting his eyes at him.

He then scoffed and pulled back the shower curtain to step out and grab a towel. "They can't arrest us if they don't have proof we did anything." he dried himself off and grabbed a robe, wrapping it around him with a sigh. He rolled his eyes, trying to picture whatever the police could want or whatever reason they had for showing up here. He nudged past Oswald and walked outside, heading towards the door to open where Jim and Harvey would be standing outside.


"They can do anything they want, AND they can invent proof too. And NO I did not do anything ... big. They would know about. Recently ..."

Oswald was somewhat surprised Ed didn't seem to be realizing this at the moment. After all, it was the truth, there was no ways about it. When the door was opened, sure enough, there they were, guns drawn. But they seemed to be alone, just the two of them together and no backup -- unless of course - as was always possible, the backup was spread throughout the perimeter of the entire building -- that actually seemed more likely. But for now, it was enough to deal with them. Jim seemed not angry but oddly calm, and Harvey was .... just Harvey.

Something *was* off though.

Had to be.

"Well, WHAT? Why the hell are you doing this?!"


Ed had to admit, something strange was happening here. He didn't know what to think of it. They seemed to be much more calmer than the should probably have been.

But then a large metal stick was met to the side of his head, knocking him out and Oswald. With in seconds, two bags where shoved over there head's and they where pushed into the back of a car. Edward, though he was struggling and probably trying to scream, somehow had the slightest suspicion they where being taken somewhere secret. This wasn't a police, car, he could tell from they way the floor felt. It was some kind of truck...maybe they were being kidnapped?

After hours of waiting, the truck finally stopped to a halt and pushed the two out of the back. They seemed to be doing a lot walking, which made Edward think they were in a mysterious location that they wanted to remain anonymous. How curious!

A pair of hands quickly shoved them down into chairs, and pulled the bags off. They were in a fairly light mirror walled room. Sitting at the desk far in front of them, was a man in a suit, and on the desk, four folders, which two remained nameless. The other two, had pictures in front of the of him and Oswald. Crime records. Huh.

Edward stared, looking at the man, not knowing out if the three whom would be the first to speak. The man smiled and batted his eyes. "Terribly sorry. But as I assume you'd know, confidentially is a must have here for our sake of benefits."


Oswald was even, if such a thing could be possible, more lost and confused than Edward.

"Why?" he asked, with pure, almost innocent confusion. "Why do this, like this? Why make this a nightmare, I mean -- what the hell Jim! I'd expect this from someone like Harvey - I want a damned answer and I want it right now! We're supposed to be --" and then the bag came off, and now there was no Harvey, no Jim. Things had gone from merely bizarre and unorthodox to actually and outright insane. This wasn't right, and it sure as hell wasn't those two's style. Not only was this not by the book, it was off the cuff and right out of left field. Oswald found himself wondering if they were about to be executed.

"Why are you batting your eyes at us like a two dollar whore? What is even wrong with you?! Confidentiality?! Who CARES! You turn us loose, or I promise you, you will live to regret it and soon --- now let us go and give us some answers, we're the ones you need to worrying about!!"

Was it threatening enough?

He could only hope so.


The man, seemed to have scoffed, then braced a smile, as if all was right in the world. Certainly it wasn't. People put up false faces to hide the truth behind the mask. Edward gritted his teeth and tried to swallow the strange feeling that was curdling up in his throat. Something was wrong with this situation. And Oswald certainly wasn't getting anywhere with his little penguin prep talk.

"You may leave, as you like. I see no reason to hold anything against either the two of you." He man smirked at Oswald, slight amused. The small smile didn't last for long a he eyed the folders displayed before them upon the desks, mouth dropping to speak again. "Although, if you do reconsider this," his words seemed to pause and shape a bit disappointedly at the first and first and last word spoken. "Might you later regrettably decide to change your decision, you offer will not be accepted and you will not be returning to Gotham city. However. If you decide to cooperate with us you will be reward quite reasonable and fair to your likings."

Edward's teeth loosen and he frowned flatly, giving him his best glare. His tone, a bit posh and Britsh...of course he was British! And the way he spoke and oh ugh! Of course!     It all seemed to connect. The police had gone to the government or either the government had gone to the police and now little rats Jim and Harvey were working this guy!

But why?

Cooperate with you on *what*?!"

Oswald was at this point past all patience. "WHAT are we supposed to cooperate with you on, and how about some identification of some sort? Anything? What happened to Harvey and Jim, did they hand us over to you, and if they did, why would they do that? I mean come on, we're supposed to just buy this act from you -- no proof -- no anything to even say you have authority of any kind! Are you British secret service, or CIA or .... come on, we have no reason to trust you, believe you, or even listen to any of this crap." He was taking a chance, and he knew it, but Oswald wanted to know just who the hell this bastard was --- they had been abducted, and not taken to jail or in for questioning, everything stank and big time.


"There's laws. Now since you're flouting some big fat ones like kidnapping and unlawful imprisonment, I'd say you're gonna tell us who you ARE."

The others in the room stayed silent during all of this angry squawking. When Mycroft's frowning face, a face of all serious and proper perfection, seemed to have loosened, Edward could tell that if he had even made the slightest of laugh shit would go down.
But no. He didn't laugh, but breath in and raise his eye brows. "Yes." He blinked his eyes and narrowed. "I suppose it's only fair, shall we put these little formalities aside."

He stood up from his chair and slid  the two folders that consisted of both their photos and information across  "I do, in fact, represent the British government, but in this case as you wish, my name is Mycroft Holmes. You may address my as Mycroft or Mr. Holmes, but under any circumstances are you to speak of my name or discuss this to anyone outside this room. Now." He took a breath. "In these four files I have displayed for you, two of which contain of your own lovey and explicit information in detail, and other two will remain anonymous until you have decided upon your decision.  They contain everything you need to know. You may look your own shall you feel so, but do not open the other two until you have your final decision. Undertsood?"

Edward's nose twickled with excitement and he need to know know this mysterious secret. "Hm. If we open, those files, you say it'll benefit us, but how will it benefit you?" He spoke quickly,waving a finger to point at the file in front of him.

"Mr. Nygma, I thought you might have known. What do these folders have in common that are so oddly enough similar to his and your own? Now take a moment to think, what's the one thing that makes them separates them all?"

It was a tease. A taunt. He couldn't hadn't not knowing not being told he didn't know right to his face. It took all of his self control not to yank the fold open and punch him in the face. But the answer was so easy.

"I want want you to track down these men and work for them, keep an eyes out. Spy on them tell us everything they are up to. Do so, and you will be sent back to Gotham, rewarded well in return and alive. "  

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Post by Dead Is The New Sexy on Sat Jul 29, 2017 7:43 pm

Oswald wasn't about to say what he really thought.

Wasn't about to give away one single thing, not one iota of inner sanctum information that was dancing around in his seething mind at this moment - but he had thoughts. He had ideas, he had bad, bad ideas, and he could feel his sense of paranoia really beginning to kick in now. Through the Looking Glass, and Over the Rainbow, and down the Rabbit Hole, yes, yes all those niceties, all those inane and insane dainties of the creative processes. Yet they proved nothing and helped still less. He was still - to put it crudely - stuck.

Very stuck.

But he was not scared, at least not in any traditional sense of the word. There was nothing here he had not experienced before, at least not thus far - and in fact he had dished out a very great deal worse to others on so many occasions it wasn't even remotely funny. "MR. HOLMES." Oswald enunciated so very painstakingly, the voice not truly raised so much as - expressed to the extreme. "Mr. Holmes.", he tried again, eyes widening as he attempted a very false and very weak small smile.  "We might cooperate. BUT ... as the saying goes. What's in it for us. Being allowed to live isn't that much of a brownie point, not so much of a perk, y'know? I rather deal in ...currency. Or weapons. Or ...well, what do you offer? The real offer, not this bullcrap."

He smiled.

It didn't work.
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Post by Zoewilliams on Sat Jul 29, 2017 8:13 pm

Edward squinted his eyes, dareing not to kick Oswald in the shin as Oswald squawked on. Finally he stood up, might it have been in an attempt to reach for the folder or shake Mr. Holmes's hand good bye, he may never know, because in that moment he stood up the bathrobe he had been wearing from earlier slipped completely open, revealing some certain parts which even to the British government would remain a mystery. All until now. Mycroft smile flattened quickly in a attempt to avert his eyes. Edward didn't seem to care and carried on to talk, not bothering to do anything about the exposing bathrobe. "Mr. Holmes as much as I'd kindly like to accept this offer there is nothing in this that you could possibly bribe us with, now if you excuse us, we will be going-"

Mycroft scoffed, causing the tall man in glasses to grit his teeth. "Perhaps it would be easier to negotiate if you had possessed a pair of pants, Mr. Nygma." The eldest Holmes spoke sharply, picking up the folder with one waving hand to shield his eyes. "I can imagine one could not simply think in one's birthdays suit. Though they say it does miracles for strange fright...well. Not all the attention is on you now is it??" A hint of smugness harshened in his voice.

Edwards, face burning with anger, whipped a hand for the folder before, flinging the document before his eyes, "Jim Moriarty," He spoke swiftly, reading off the information before him, though half the information could hardly be made sence. His eyes brows quirked at a picture of the so called moriarty, curious and questioning.

Mycroft smiled and turned to Oswald. "I guess we have a yes on one awnser..now Mr. Penguin. How might I persuade you now? Surely you have an idea." His hand reached for the opposite folder, sliding it across the desk over in front of Oswald's spot. "Although, if this bull crap I have to bargain with does not suit your expectations, might this real offer take a turn for the unpleasant?"

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Post by Dead Is The New Sexy on Sun Jul 30, 2017 8:08 am

Oswald was just prudish enough to be horrified at this from Edward's robe and its desertion of duty, but things were beginning to take shape in his mind to announce the formation of a new idea:

That if they did not agree to do this, they would be killed, because, after all, they couldn't very well release them after this little scenario, now could they? Either that, or be imprisoned for life. A short, brutal, likely extremely mistreated life. No, this had now finally dawned on him, and he couldn't deny. As much as he wanted to do so. With a now trembling hand, Oswald took the other folder, and began to obey. Hatefully, but ... effectively.

SEBASTIAN MORAN


Person of Interest

He read what was within. Most of what was on the front page of the fat dossier. How they could get that much into a folder was beyond him, but it was well stuffed and then stapled for maximum effect. It felt heavy and strong somehow in his hands. Oswald shuddered. The one page he had read told him this man was like no other he had ever encountered and he - furthermore - had NO desire in engaging him. Or being on the same planet.

"We ........we're supposed to infiltrate them ... is .. is that the idea here?"

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Post by Zoewilliams on Sun Jul 30, 2017 10:51 am

Edward looked back and forth, comparing the two files,. Though Moriarty's wasn't as huge as the others, it only gave him clues that moriarty didn't have enough information to reveal his background details. This moriarty was secretive. He huffed and set the file back ontop the desk, making sure to cover up his robe. Setting down to the chair he had been sitting in earlier he crossed his legs and quickly folded the material over his lap. He made sure to look away from mycroft's eyes. It was strange, an weird feeling. Almost as if this Holmes man could see right through him. Staring in to his mind and reading his thoughts...the thought was made him shiver.

Mycroft gave a sly smile. "Of course. That is the idea, however shall you see fit, you may do as you wish. Keep an eye on them and report back to me as nessisary however may these gentlemen never know of this. This shall remain our little secret. If either one comes to suspicions there is a chance you may be..." Mycroft bit his lip, fumbling for a pen in hand..he took a breath,. "Skinned alive, as far as Mr. Moriarty's terms. And you know what they say mr cobblepot, praise is better than punishment, I do don't wish to do something either the two of you or I may regret." He smiled, tapping the end of the pen along the desk. "Seeing that we have this agreement, do you have any further questions?"

Edward would have raised a light hand, but all this was too much to process and instead he smiled weakly. Mr Holmes, seeming uninterested in beating about the bush, waved a hand to the door behind them. Probably not wanting to hesitate on answering any questions, Edward thought, scoffifing to himself. From behind a the men guarding the door left the room, and another figure walked in. A short chubby woman. Her name was anthea, and alas she was here to escort them out.

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Post by Dead Is The New Sexy on Tue Aug 01, 2017 6:19 am

"So that's all we get out of all this?"

Oswald unfortunately just could not keep the lips zipped -- and he had to comment. "No perks, no rewards, just being allowed to go on living. Just being allowed to walk out of here intact. That's the incentive. You must not have been in this game very long, Holmes." He knew better - the man had clearly been in the game a very long time, made a full blown career out of it. It was written all over his face, his features, his demenour. It wasn't hard to see. But it seemed to be the one thing Oswald could even think of to say to try to make his point. He didn't feel he was doing very well right now. Where was the genius element when you really needed it , after all?!

"Sweeten the deal."

He was going to get them slaughtered or worse.

"Make me want to do this. Right now, there's no carrot on a stick, you're just offering this bird a way to fly the coop. Not enough. I want something. For me and Edward. Pretty fair, really."
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Post by Zoewilliams on Sat Aug 05, 2017 10:10 am

Mycroft's lips flattened. "What did I just say? Need I repeat myself, Mr Cobblepot?" For Mycroft this was getting a annoying, as the process of explanation felt as if he was constantly repeating over and over. Was either of the two paying any attention? Edward seemed to be more interested in folding the string of his bathroom than anything else and Oswald..ugh oh heavens. The government man wiped a hand to his face, trying to hide his agrivation. Well. If sir penguin wanted to play the rough game he could do that.

Edward whom had been smirking at Oswald's bickering, couldn't help but hold up a hand to cover his face where all signs of amusement showed. When Mycroft stood from his chair, head raising high as he was a school principal looking down upon two naughty children, a laugh escaped Edward's lips. The man was clearly fed up and to be honest it was all quite funny, despite Oswald's words may lead them to utter death.

The holmes brother looked to the others in the room and waved a hand. Two guards walked in and quickly shoved the bags over their heads, holding them down and with in seconds, knocking them out.

When Oswald and Edward would wake up next, they would find themselves tied to a chair in separate rooms. "A little bit of persuasion can go a long way. " Mycroft sang, stepping into the room which the penguin resided in. Closing the door, so the two were along, he unloosened his tie and and stepped forward to the chair. "Nothing wrong with a bit of advertise, Mr. Cobblepot. You'll see I can be very convincing." He spoke, yanking the bag off his head and looking down upon him.

Thinking to himself for a minute, his brows narrowed before a smile crossed his face. "I think we'll have a little fun, don't you?"

Meanwhile, in another room, Edward still had the bag over his head. He was being watched very carefully by a man with a gun, guarding the door. Cameras all around observed his room, but alas, none were in Oswald's.

But from somewhere else something was happening. From the underground room below, where they were held captive at in sherinford, a flight was being transported to the institution. Little did they know, the plane was full of dead gaurds, and hundreds of inmates, all escapee criminals from Arkham, ready to bust out penguin and riddler.


From the plane, a green haired man, was leaned back into a seat, kicking his legs against the passengers side of the front part of the plane. "Bitch don't. Do fucking not. Don't tell me that shit!!" He muttered to the seat beside. He wasn't really talking to anyone, more like uttering at sounds rumbling of the distressed radio. Some guy on the channel was talking about weather and politics and it had brought up to his attention to start a conversation with no one. Suddenly he banged his fist as against the glass and yelled. "If billy Jean ain't your lover, who the fuck is?!" He scoffed. "Billy Jean you ain't nobodies lover! Don't let him make you be his hoe, you ain't nobodies hoe!"

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Post by Dead Is The New Sexy on Sat Aug 05, 2017 10:46 am

Oswald's eyes widened.

His pulse raced.

His palms began to sweat and his heart was already leaping clean out of his thin chest. Oh, oh shit. He had done it, he had gone too far, pushed too much, too deeply and too stupidly, and in so doing now he and Edward were both very likely to suffer horribly.  "Look - there's really nothing wrong - or amazing - or even offensive really! - about my wanting to get something out of risking my life and well being generally here, to do this thing for you - you who I do not even know. You - who I do not like, do not trust, and who is now actively threatening me for asking something very reasonable. You're wrong in this, BUT ... I will give you the leeway here. You're obviously in charge and in command, and I acknowledge that. Okay? I acknowledge that openly, I was going to say freely but  let's not mince words. As your prisoner ... I fucking submit."

He smiled, even. Reeking bullshit.

Was it enough?

Would it even stop this?
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Post by Zoewilliams on Sat Aug 05, 2017 11:21 am

Mycroft listened. Listening carefully. He knew not to press his luck in frightening Oswald with threats. "Right." He turned his back to Oswald, heading over to the door. " let's see what your partner has to say about that." He waved a hand, and the doors opened, bringing in a television showing Edward whom had been placed in the other room. He walked back and stood next to Oswald, admiring Edward's view from the screen.

One of the guards came in the room and tore the bag of Edward's head. Ed stared around, panic in his eyes as he saw Oswald wasn't in the room. "Ozzie!" He cried out and gave a glare to the nearest guard. "Where is he?" He spat fiercely, trying to struggle free.

The man had been given orders not to talk, but in his case, he merely laughed and said nothing. Suddenly static went over the screen and Mycroft left the room in a hurry, something signaling him there was mischief afoot. Not long after that a loud alarm blared through the outside of the room, a crowd of men blazing past with guns in their arms. The plane had landed not long ago and now all the inmates that had been locked away under security were free, as the system had been hacked from hours earlier.

When the tv eventually came back on, the guard was passed out and Edward's chair was empty. This could only be bad news.

From outside, a slam and pound of gunshots pinched on the metal door. When the door broke open, there stood the green haired man of evil with Edward in his arms and knife pressed to his thoat. Shoving him into the room, they entered after and slammed the roof behind them.

Edward fell to the floor, in a naked pile of Edwardness. Somehow he had lost his bath robe along the way to the room, and being that he was in such a threatening and exposed situation he was fearing for his life almost a little bit more than Oswald.
The green haired man licked his lips with a smile and tossed his head back, arms outstretching as he waved his hands around excitedly. "Oh what a day! What a day!" he grinned, tilting his head back up and walking to Oswald. Shooting out his knifed hand he uncut the rope that bound Oswald to the chair.

Edward sat up off the ground and got to his feet, hurting over to grab Oswald and hold him. Laughing, the man waved a knife at them in a teasing manner. "And you..you two..oh! What a day it must have been.." He brought the knife up to his chin and rolled his eyes, looking around the room with a thoughtful smile. The other hand brought to his elbow. "You know," he bit his lips, thinking. "I went to a lot of trouble to get you two." His eyes squinted.

Edward glared. "What do you think your doing here?!" He growled, gritting his teeth.

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Post by Dead Is The New Sexy on Sun Aug 06, 2017 9:33 am

"What."

"The."

"HELL?!"

Oswald wondered if he was ever going to be able to adjust to the chain of events that had just taken place, or if this was in fact, some degree of extremely strange dream. It was, really, entirely possible that it was. After all nothing made sense, did it? Not really, it was lunatic fringe stuff, and it just went on becoming more and more unbelievable. Okay, he'd play along.

"Wait, Ed! He did save us!" Sort of. "Maybe this isn't anything negative, maybe he's a friend." Right, happy crappy there, bullshit, a friend clearly threatening them. Just a new enemy, a new adversary - NO one did something for nothing, right? Shit no they did not. And they all knew it here. It wasn't really a secret at all. Penguin took a very deep and harsh breath, rather a rattling about in his lungs, somewhere hidden in the confines of his narrow and nervous chest.

"Just tell us who, why, how and where. In other words: what do you want?" He shot a glance at Edward, silently willing him to keep his fucking sharp tongue under control, as he struggled to do the very same thing. "Maybe we can work this all out."
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Post by Zoewilliams on Tue Aug 08, 2017 10:21 am

Edward knew who this man was. He'd heard about him long ago when he still worked for the GCPD. Quick, he turned to Jim and darted him a look to the eyes. "We don't need to trust this man." He turned his head and gave the green haired man a stare. "I know him."

The man giggled, red lips curving into a sinister smirk. "AREN'T YOU JUST A BUNDLE OF JOY?" He shouted, kicking the tv from earlier aside with a force of great violence.
The escapees's all around, they all turned with a expression of fright, like a mother cow who had just witnessed her newborn calf being slaughtered, or a perhaps a pig who had just had its first tasteful discovery of bacon. Whatever it was, it was fear, and only recognize able as that. Edward wincing, wasn't afraid. He had dealt with this man before in Arkham. He had his...experiences. Past experiences that he'd rather not bring up, and preferably not to Oswald.

Swiping a long strand of green hair behind his ear with a knifed hand, he stalked over to the two, eyes focusing their attention on Oswald before settling to Edward, purposefully, and plotting. Edward stood still, standing tall and keeping his ground. The man was like a snake. He had to be cautious.

The green haired man licked his rosy lips. "How ya doing Edsy?"

"Swell." Comes a smooth reply back. "Perfectly swell. Still thinking about killing you So let's just hope for your sake the swelling goes down."

The man, laughing, sucks his teeth and gives him the most interesting look he's ever been given today. Suddenly, he takes a vast step forward, brushing his hand against Edward's and shoves his knife in his palm. "Then do what you gotta do." He grins, tapping his fingers as he closes his hand into a folded fist. Edwards's eyes never retreat.
He huffs, the man takes a turnaround skip and sways overt o the door, arms waving above his head. "Come on boys, I'm busting you outta here. Building explodes in 30. Ka-boom. Get my drift?"

The other men follow, leaving the room. Edward grips the knife in his hands, knowing it won't go to any use. He has no choice to to follow. He gives a looks to Oswald, a look of giving up, and turns to head after. Oswald is the only reason why he's doing this, or else he'd be too stubborn to accept an offer to escape a exploding building with the joker.

He makes it half way down the hall outside before the man stops and looks around. "What?" One of the escapees's ask. The man shrugs his shoulders, pacing around and talking to himself like he's confused. "We. Forgot. Someone. Did we? Huh? Did I forget someone??"

"There's no time!" The inmates cry impatiently, desperate to leave the building which smells fair of burning gas.

Meanwhile, Mycroft is near by in one of the offices, setting fire to any valuable information that the escapees and criminals could use against the government. Governments orders. He sighs. It's tedious. apparently no one is coming for him since he must die for for his country to the unplanned chaotic events planed by the joker but that is the way it works. Secrets are meant to be taken to the grave.

One of the men nearby makes a noise, a fire of gunshots. This causes Mycroft to jump and startle, knocking over a bunch of documents by accident. Having heard the noise, the men enter the room and knock him out. They then drag him off to a hijacked helicopter, where Oswald and Edward will be arriving soon with joker, ready to leave the god forsaken hell of of sherrinford.

It doesn't take long for Mycroft to come to his sences, as the man isn't a really a light sleeper. He awakes, finding himself chained with his hands behind his back and feet tied togther. He lies somewhere in the back with the rest of the waiting escapees, lying sideways on the floor with duck tape plastered poorly over his mouth.


When the joker arrives to the plane, he hops on board and smiles widely. "Ah! Not what I was looking for but you'll do!" He rushes over to the elder Holmes and quickly undoes his taped mouth. Mycroft is surprisingly calm, but he's determined to change that. "Got my self a new play toy." He grins, tracing a knife against his cheek and kneeling next to him on the floor.
Edward takes one step inside the plane and makes a disgusted face. "I CAN'T get on a flight, I'M NAKED!" He whines, covering himself as he begins to complain.

The joker tosses his head and blankly frowns at him. "What. Ain't like I never seen it before. You need some assistance or something?"

Edward gives him a deeply disturbed look, almost cringing. Its gets even worse when he stands up and begin to undo his trousers.

"NONONONO, Don't do that! That is unnecessary!" He hollers, but then one of the criminals nudge his shoulder and tell him there's an extra outfit in the bathroom he could change into. Edward, eyes brightening, takes off in that direction.

Mycroft groans. Once agin, he is stuck in a uncompromising position with many stupid people and he is forced to deal with the situation. Always. Luckily for Mycroft, the joker buttons his pants back up, thank goodness. The green haired man waves a finger at him, wagging it back an forth." You took. My. friends with out permission." He scolds. Mycroft glares, not liking this one bit. He refuses to speak.

He tapes the bit of duck tape back over his mouth, once he deicides Mycroft isn't fun to talk to at the moment, then skips over to the front of the plane. The door closes behind once everyone's inside.

Meanwhile from back in the bathroom, Edward slides into his outfit, an air pilot uniform. Though, his hopes of finding a good pair of clothes that fits it is not to be expected. Unable to find any male uniforms, he stuck with what is a skimpy brand of a skirt, far too short and maybe more worse than what he wasn't even wearing before! Before slipping on the shirt, which thankfully fits, he fondles the skirt a bit, thinking of Oswald for a brief moment.
He doesn't mind the skirt really. But when he finds a hat, tie, a set of shoes and a pair of handcuffs to match the exact outfit, it is that point when he realizes this outfit might have been ...used before. Visions of Oswald slip away from his mind.

Sucking up his attitude, he exits the bathrooms dressed in full attire. It's ridiculous, he thinks as a gust of wind blows up his skirt from an air vest close by.

The joker's head immediately rolls around on his shoulders.

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Post by Dead Is The New Sexy on Thu Aug 10, 2017 12:53 pm

Oswald was now officially beyond all words.

This had gone from bad to horrible to now just a mediocre and very dark comedy. But to hang in there or not to hang in there - that was not - indeed not - a question any more. There were no more questions on this, not from him, at least, the Penguin was well spoken and well done - hell NO he was not going to agitate and instigate, not under these conditions.

And yet.

"Was this really necessary for Ed?"

Ok. There it came out of his lips anyway .. despite his best attempts to hold it all in and keep it all down. The stupidity was just -- too much. Too much and overshadowing, in a way that Oswald felt really needed to be addressed, and yet you cannot really even hope to reason with a bona fide madman. This was not going to happen. This was not going to work out at all. Yet something deep inside Oswald, something that lay seething and waiting at all times within his sick psyche, was going to have its say, no matter the cost, no matter the risk.

He'd always been this way. Just because this was a true blue shit head madman ... didn't really change things. Somehow, he was reminded of Jerome, and that analogy he did not like one bit. He was moved to say it, hating the words the second they slid out of his too-dry lips:

"Jerome Valeska ... do you .."

No!!

"Do you know him?"
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Was this all really necessary for Ed? Yes. Yes it was. In fact, he had no regrets. The joker was a man of his word, though he never was honest about the all of it, he did have clothes for Edward. And that was the best part of the joke.

Edward, eyeing the surrounding area, has no doubt ever felt so unsure in all of his life. Surely this must be some hideous joke. He can tell from the look of the man who'd whispered to him about the clothes, and he looks so proud like its best thing he'd ever accomplished. At this point, he's not sure either he should roll with it. Clearly, he was tricked into this, but rather than back down from the joke and fuss a fit over it, he knows if he gets mad for being the laughing stock it'll worsen the situation. When in Rome they say.
"Motherfuckers I am hot." he bursts dramatically, tossing his head and adjusting the hat that seats to his head. The joker bursts out laughing at this. The mere amusement in his shadowy eyes is enough to cause Edward to scowl and fume. It doesn't take long before he breaks his cool.

A glimpse of Oswald catches his eye. Flushed pink tints his cheeks. Quickly, he turns his attention away, to the joker, who stands up from his spot in the mid of the isle. "Stop staring!" He sputters, gritting his teeth with anger. The joker, running a hand through his long green haire, licks his chops and skips over, stepping in place at his front. It is Edward who is the more taller of the two, so the joker shouldn't be so intimidating. It is when a hand reaches between his legs and yanks up the skirt bit by bit, Edward pushes him away and shifts, crossing his hands over the skirt just to hide the very little of what covers his junk
"You are disgusting." He growls, barring his teeth as the joke returns a expressively drooling smile. Edward narrows his eyes, giving him all the hate in the world. The red lips man flips around, directing himself to Oswald now as he enquires about a certain Jerome. Jerome? The name sounded familiar. He knew the face but whenever the name was spoken his mind filtered to a blank. Where was he? That's little gingered snot!

"Maybe." He flickers his tongue out, playfully. "That tiny punk is my boyfriend."
It feels so weird when he speaks, as is someone is watching him. He hasn't ever used that word before. Not the b word. He's hasn't ever had one until Jerome appeared into his life.

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