Let the fun begin...

"Mean? Cruel? Woman, we are villains. Me a super one at that. It's our sworn duty to be mean and cruel." Joker preached.

Jonathan mumbled a quiet thank you to... Moranica. The name didn't suit her at all. Couldn't Joker have thought of a better name to a beautiful woman like her... He paused. That beautiful woman is BATMAN! He reminded himself. He couldn't think of his enemy - tho' he was now a woman, a pretty one - like that. He shrugged her off. "I can manage, thank you. Let's look at those clothes..."

"Villains?" She face recoiled at the thought, "If I'm supposed to be cruel and hateful... Then I don't want to be a villain. This man is completely innocent and you're sitting here beating him." She face showed disbelief. She couldn't be a villain. Her hands started to shake at the thought. Her head started to hurt, pound even. Her hands reached for her head, she fell to the ground gripping her head, the cape covering what it needed to, as she hissed out in pain. So much pain.

Joker was getting irritated. 'Moranica' wasn't responcing like he thought. She was a goody, just like her man side was. This wouldn't do.

He laughed as she depicted Scarecrow as innocent. Batman was quite the blue-eyed case as woman. "You can't tell me how treat my minions..." He snarled but trailed of as she fell on the floor in evident pain. SHIT!

"You! Do something!" Joker ordered Scarecrow. He couldn't let Batman die, not this easily. "Hurry, you slowpoke!"

Scarecrow cast his eyes at Joker. Minion? He narrowed his eyes at him. "I'm not your minion, clown." He growled and would gave said something else but 'Moranica' falling to the floor stopped him and Joker's yelling.
Jonathan rushed to a shelve and took a vial of morphine. He didn't have anything else to releaf her pain.
He ran to her side and stuck the needle on her arm. She would need to lie down, so he took her in his arms and laid her on the operating table.

She world's pain ebbed away, her eyes blurred the vision of the room. She felt like she was swimming in the air. It wasn't a pleasant feeling but she stayed awake through it. Her iron-will and mental capacity helped her cope with the nauseating effects of the morphine. She knew immediately she shouldn't trust the white skinned man, she kept telling her lies but the Scarecrow man... he was a truthful person. She would trust him, her hand gripped his shirt after he put her down and gave her the morphine, "Don't leave..." she whispered out, slowly releasing his shirt.

Joker watched with burning eyes as Scarecrow carried Batman on the table. That good for nothing was stealing his show! He would have to teach that hay-pole who's the boss around here...

Scarecrow was just turning away when Moranica.. ugh, she really could use a different name, grabbed his shirt sleeve.

"Don't leave..." He stared at her surprised for a moment before dragging a chair and sitting beside her.

"I won't. Now rest." He told her softly and he didn't even notice at first as he started to stroke her hair gently. What was wrong with him?! He was... petting Batman! But he couldn't help it. She and Batman were so different from each other, and he couldn't bring himself to see his enemy in her. He suddenly came up with a name for her.

"Brenna." He whispered.

"Brenna..." she whispered more as a question than anything, before her eyes slowly shut. She'd leave her trust in the man that clearly wanted what was best for her, the other man could suddenly fall mad or else die suddenly... and she wouldn't bat an eyelash.

Joker was gagging behind Scarecrow. The sugary sweetness was making him uneasy. He was kinda starting to miss Harley... He shivered. The sweetness seemed to be contagious.

He peered over Scarecrow's shoulder at Batman. "I hope you didn't sink her into a coma... That would be very unconvinient.. for you." He said threateningly in his ear.

Jonathan fisted his hands and faced the Joker. "Can't you shut up even for a minute?" He growled.

"What did you say?" He pricked his ear. "Care to say that again!" He grabbed Scarecrow by the tie and brought him close to be yelled at, spit flying on the man's face. "You litte pitiful idiot... Think again about trying to pick up a dance with me..." He snarled at Jonathan. "Because I'm sure to step on your toes quite painfully..."

Jonathan turned his face away to avoid the spit. He smirked at the Joker. "Well, your lucky because I happen to be quite adept at dancing with a partner..." He countered and head rammed him. Jonathan then ran to his secret gun stash but was stopped by Joker tackling him to the ground.

Joker howled as their head's collided. He shook his head and sprang after Scarecrow, tackling him to the ground. He turned him on his back and stradled him, starting to hit his face. "Well, what you liking the dance? Swinging enough?!" Joker got through one punch after that, Scarecrow kneeing him in the sensitive part.
Joker keeled over.

Jonathan took on the opportunity and crawled away from the mad man, and towards the gun stash. He took one brick out of the wall and took a gun from the hole. It was a gun with real bullets. He unlocked the safety and turned around to face Joker. He didn't have a chance to aim as Joker was on him like a bitbull. They fought for the gun.

And then there was a loud bang.

Joker glared after the man. He got on his knees, ignoring the pain in his groin. It was small compared to the pain he was going to cause Scarecrow.
The clown saw his opponent holding a gun. He surged on Scarecrow immeadetely the man turned and he grabbed the arm holding the weapon. They strugled for it and in that fray the gun ended up between them. They both froze at the loud bang.

Joker stared at Scarecrow, both their eyes wide. Joker stepped backwards and lifted his hand. Blood. He sneered and fell on the floor.

Scarecrow held the gun in his hand. He watched with wide eyes as the Joker slumped to the floor. Had he... Is he... Did he do it? He quickly went to the body and felt the pulse. To his dissapointment he felt it. The Joker was still alive.

He was still kneeling beside the clown, gun in hand as two figures burst into the lab.

Harley quickly ran into the room looking down quickly at her ex-lover, Joker. He was laying flat on the ground, some blood on the floor. She quickly ran to him, kneeling down checking if he was still alive, "Come on, puddin'... you're going to be okay." Harley shoved her head in the direction of the girl, so Quicksilver knew who to save.

Harley's eyes filled with tears, just thinking about losing her Mistah J. She kept her hand on the wound to try to help slow the bleeding, "don't die on me, Mistah J... don't... die..."

Pietro rolled his eyes sadly at Harley's behavior. He was like that with his father once, knowing that following was bad for him in every way and not being able to stop out of both fear and real loyalty. He would have to talk to her about that latter.

As Pietro looked around he spotted the only other woman in the room. He walked past the weird straw guy with the gun calmly. That guy was too focused on keeping the gun aimed at the guy that was obviously Harley's ex.

He saw that this "Batman" was naked except for the cape still around her shoulders.

He carefully lifted her making sure there were no tubes or needles in her and rapped her cap around her and looked around. He quickly began to exit. there was no way he could stay with this girl, this situation was too volatile. He quickly exited to room.

He decided to go to the only place in this house he could keep her safe. His room.

Joker lay on the floor breathing heavily. His side hurt where the bullet hit. He cursed Scarecrow to the deepest pits of Hell and swore he'd get him for this.
The wound bled profusedly and the loss of blood was making him dizzy and weak. He groaned when the wound was pressured suddenly. He opened his eyes and saw Harley's distressed face. He lifted his hand to touch her face, see if she really was there.

"Har... ley.." He croaked out.

He moved a side as Harley rushed to Joker's side. He didn't take his aim off him tho', and was a bit wary off the clown girl too.
He glanced towards Brenna and saw a blonde man take her. He didn't stop him. Everywhere was better fort he new woman then there. He turned back to the pair on the floor.

"Take your boyfriend and leave." He said to Harley.

Harley looked up at Scarecrow, she needed his help whether she liked it or not, "You have to help me though. I don't know a thing about stitching or surgery, nothing." I'm just a psychologist that fell in love with her patient. She whispered out, "And he's not my boyfriend, I left him." her tone changed from the accent knew her from to a sophisticated one, where she actually spoke words, not just slung them together with a cute voice.

Joker was now pretty out because of the bloodloss. Soon his dizzy world went completely black.

Scarecrow waighted his options in his mind and finally sighed in surrender.

"Alright. But we'll need to get him into the medical lab. I don't have the right tools here to dig out that bullet." He too kneeld beside Joker so they could both pick him up from the floor.

Harley helped pick up Joker to bring him to the Medical Lab, "Thank you." She told him.