A Dull Night? [open]

[Catwoman]

Catwoman pouted a little as she looked out on the street from her perch. She swung her legs over the ledge as she watched the people below hurry to and fro. There was nothing good for her to do other than this. There were no fantastic jewels that needed a home. The galleries and museum had nothing in that were just too interesting to pass up.

Selina wasn't one for much television either. She watched very few actual shows. Most of it was crap. Movies were far and few between as well since there were so few original ideas out there. Nothing seemed worth the time to actually sit and pay attention. So, she took her boredom to the streets of Gotham. With all the wackos in this city, there was typically something going on.

Surprisingly no one was doing anything tonight. How could that be? Was Batman actually going to get a night off? She sighed, a little disappointed that she couldn't follow him and see someone get their ass handed to them. That was always good for a little entertainment. It also allowed her to see what new tricks the Bat had these days, but that was a secondary thought.

Rolling off the edge of the building, the thief gave up on this bit of the city. Maybe if she moved on she would be able to find a little action. Hell, she would take to spending a little time with Ivy if this was how tonight was going to be.

[The Joker]

It was to the great disappointment, irritation and anger of the Joker that all of his crew seemed to have decided to take an evening off. His hideout was empty of all the goons and henchmen. Not even Harley or the hyenas were around, which he found somewhat unsettling. The usual noise of it all was no longer there, and he wanted someone to shout at. Problem was that what he wanted to shout about was about the absence of the people he wished to shout to. It was a confusing cycle and he tried not to think about it in case he got a headache. Then the Clown decided that he'd find the members of his crew later and let them live, kill them, or worse. It depended on their reason for disappearing and what mood he was in.

Their disappearance was the reason why the psychotic criminal was now driving down one of the streets of Gotham in a van on his own. He didn't have a specific target or goal for the night. Just whatever took his fancy. Maybe a bank robbery would be fun, or a gunfight with the GCPD. Something funny, anyway. Joker giggled to himself as he turned the corner, and his eyes caught the entrance of an art gallery. He pulled up beside it, got out, and went round to the back doors of the van. Throwing them open, he clambered in and rummaged around. There was an automatic machine gun, which he immediately picked up in his right hand, while his left curled around the handles of three buckets of paint and a brush.

Not bothering to close the door of the van, Joker headed up to the doors of the gallery, firing a few shots up into the air as he did so. After all, why should he be selfish and have all the fun to himself? Whoever's attention the gun caught, he felt confident tonight would be fun. Particularly if Batman showed up. Surprisingly enough though, his rodent foe seemed to be out and about less than usual. Joker pondered that, frowning a little, but soon forgot as his eyes fell upon the booty in the room to his right. Plenty of pieces of art, all just waiting to be vandalised. He went up to the nearest one and set the paint cans down. With a devilish grin, Joker dabbed the paint brush into the green paint, and started putting it on the picture.

[Catwoman]

Catwoman slowed her step, having run several blocks across rooftops. It had eased a little of the pent up energy, but not enough. She was still going to be antsy unless she found something to entertain her. Anything would do right now since she was just that damn bored. As the sanest criminal in Gotham, this would certainly drive her to Arkham if nights were suddenly going to start going like this.

It was just silly of her to think that this city could be quiet for long. The sound of gunfire drew her attention. It was a block over. Well, look at that, something to meddle in. Maybe. The thief walked over, seeing the cause of the disturbance. There was a van in front of the art gallery. Given how much time she spent with Harley on average, this was a familiar vehicle.

The Clown Prince of Crime was pulling a very old trick and would be destroying pieces of art. Boring. So much of her being was telling her to turn around and walk away. This was her least favorite clown and she often wanted nothing to do with him. There was really very little to like about this person. She still couldn't understand how Harley could confess undying love for this freak.

If she did walk away, though, she was walking herself back into the clutches of boredom. Bored cats destroyed things. If they weren't sleeping, of course, and she really didn't want to sleep. It seemed her decision was made and it was certainly one of the worst decision she would ever make. Still, she climbed down the side of the building and wandered into the gallery.

I'm not sure that's really the shade of green you should be using, Selina said loudly, announcing her presence. It just doesn't clash enough. While she dismissed Joker's choice in greens, hopefully her suggesting something worse would save her from getting shot right off. Save for the girls, she didn't really have any good relationships with the other villains in Gotham so her life could be on the line right now.

She shrugged it off. If her count was right, she still had a few lives left. Are you really this bored? Vandalism is your only source of criminal activity? Catwoman asked, coming even with the clown as she surveyed his work. What was this city coming to if this was the only things keeping the bad guys in business?