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    Joker watched with a bemused smile as the tension between the two females heightened. "Now LADIES, there is no need to fight over little old MEEEEE," His voice trailed off into a high squeak of an E towards the end as he eyed both girls manically. "There is PLENTY of the Joker to go AROUND, no need to fight, no need to fight," Joker cackled a bit as he leaned back. "In fact, I believe I have something around here that would suit the BOTH of you quite nicely! Now erm... Well... Lets seeeeeeee...."

    The Joker rummaged around in his sleeves pulling out various joker gags, a pair of clacking teeth that dropped onto the table and immediately began to chatter around, a clown nose that bounced onto the table and rolled away, and all other sorts of cheap party favors. Eventually He seemed to find what he was rummaging for and with a famous and theatrical "AHA!" He pulled out a bouquet of wilting flowers and a ball of yarn. The ball of yarn he tossed and giggled as it unrolled in front of Selena. The Bouquet of flowers he handed to Harley, Crooning softly in her ears, "There's plenty of woman in the world but only ONE... Erm.... What was your name again... Oh I think it started with an H... Helen? Hector? Helen? Oh me oh my oh dear...," The Joker seemed disturbed at his loss of her name until eventually he snapped his fingers and shouted. "OH RIGHT!! Hoooowwww silly of me! Your name is Jessebell Martina Laquina Dafina The Third! Or maybe it was Harley.... Gotta say I prefer the former," Joker cackled with glee.

    "Im just teeaaaasinnnnnng Harley. How could I EVER forget the name of my favorite and most reliable helper and lieutenant! Why if it weren't for you the BATS would have gotten me AGES ago!!! So who caaaaressss if you've botched and bitched a few of my plaaaans!? It makes the final joke alllllllll the more INTERESTING,"

    After that Jokers eyes settled on The Mask and for a moment he seemed to ponder the green faced villain, his intense green eyes focused so uncharacteristically on him. Then his face split into a wide smile and he cackled once again.
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    The present group of Enlightened Ones were quite valuable to Adrian. To others, they would seem like a crew of misfits incapable of cooperation. After the rowdiness subsided to nothing more than friendly chatter, Adrian made himself the dominant figure in the room. Now that enough had arrived, it was time to present the group with the introduction and reason why they joined.

    As the others were settled in their chairs, Adrian remained standing and took from the stark white table a remote and proceeded to press several buttons. "Welcome." He spoke gently as the lights dimmed in the room and a light blue holographic presentation began to form above the center of the table. Once the presentation finished loading, an image of Earth appeared. Several regions on it in red represented the support for Pro-Darkness while most of the rest was in green for Anti-Darkness.

    "About 68% to 75% of the world supports the Anti-Darkness Alliance. SHIELD is one reason due to their fiendish grasp upon the world that forces countries into joining their cause. The other is our so-called villainous supporter, HYDRA." Adrian paused to allow the hologram to zoom into England.

    "However, a recent uprising in England has blackballed many SHIELD agents and razed their compound. With that, England is now neutral in the decision for which side to join and so we must incite them to see the light. With their support, Europe should collapse and reform under Pro-Darkness rule thanks to HYDRA gaining favor from Asia and eastern Europe." A map of London formed from the flickering image of England.

    "The A.D.A. is sending an attack force into London to secure it and take what never belonged to them in the first place. Intel is unable to inform us of who has joined their side thanks to SHIELD keeping matters dark. All we do know is Frank Castle is supposedly leading the troops but there may be another figure influencing him. Before I continue, any questions thus far?" Adrian hoped everyone was able to maintain attention to his debriefing of the London campaign.

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    "Hmm.... This seems like an interesting predicament you're in here. Frank Castle is a walking army unto himself. When you throw in a few SHIELD agents... Well the joke becomes a bit sour," Joker leaned back in his chair and seemed to give the situation some very serious thought. "What you've got in this room are quite a few... Environment un-friendly Lieutenants. If Harley and I or the Big Headed fellow were to go into that city it'd likely turn the populace against us. We're not civilian friendly," Joker cracked a smile, "I would launch an attack on the area SHIELD pulled troops and Frank Castle from. An all out war with ME! The Fabulous JOKER leading the charge! On a white horse! WITH A SWORD! HA! HA! HA!" Joker subsided into a fit of giggles that shook his bony frame. Then he quieted down and leaned forward, taking his boots off the table.

    Placing his head on his intertwined hands the Joker looked up from under his turquoise hair and a sinister look gleamed in his eyes, "We can take this chance to wipe a SHIELD forward post off of the map and teach the citizens of that city what it means to side with the wrong side. To side with the LOSING team! Allow me and my dear Harley, and even the Mask to go into the city that has been drained of it's agents and it's protector," Jokers face pulled into a sinister smile, something far beyond his usually impish grin.

    "I can see it now," he whispered as if in a trance, "We would blow up a few police buildings and draw SHIELD agents out into the open, Harley and Mask could tear them to SMITHEREENS," Jokers voice rose into a gleeful shout on the last word before returning to the quiet drawl, "And while the 'Hhhhhheroes'," he drew out the word Heroes with no small amount of disdain, "are distracted I, the Joker, could sneak in with a few Goons and wipe out the base! I could kidnap the mayor! I could kill EVERYONE! Or no one. I could hold the entire city hostage and force some demands in with Shield. . . Sooo many possibilities!"
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    "England?" Big Head's face twisted with a bright green smile, now presenting himself in his traditional yellow zoot-suit. "Sounds fantastic! I always wanted to bag me an english citizen... Dealing with Americans over and over again has gotten rather boring to no end... and I heard they don't have much in the lines of guns over there..." He eyed the pile of weapons he recently dumped on the floor, "They're gonna love me..."

    He sauntered over to one of the chairs and jumped right into it, feet up on the table with a lit cigar puffing in his mouth. Glancing around the room at the current collection of members, Big Head could not help but grin. "Gotta hand it to you Mr. Veidt... you can cook up one mean lookin' group!"

    Lord Chaos, The Void, Bad Samaritan, The Joker... plus some women with attitude wearing tight little outfits, Miss Kitty-Catwoman, and the overly smitten/emotionally unstable Harley Quinn. News of the Punisher leading a counter against their operations? That man is easier to upset then an angry boy attached to an Xbox game! It was looking like Mr. Veidt was planning something big, but regardless of what he has set in his plans... who could possibly predict the actions of yours truly?

    "If there's anywhere you wish to cause trouble, just point me in the direction and I'll be glad to oblige some delicious chaos... I could possibly even bag one of your enemies for ya! Have em' put on little ol' me to mess with their mind..."

    He then heard the Joker's input on how exactly they would be perceived by the public, "Oh tosh you Mr. Ker... I could care less about the public's view on me. Nothing some fear and despair can't control... he he... 'control' gotta love that joke of a word!"

    Big Head laughed loudly as he coughed up some blood, "Whoops... heh heh..." he wiped the blood from his lips, "Forgot I captured this one right after he got shot... Sorry fellas, but I'm only gonna last for another twenty minutes or so before I pop off this guy! Unless..." The size of his face was comically enormous and terrifying. ".. any of you lovely folk wants to try me on for size?"
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    The Void kept his mouth closed and his hat down over his eyes, he was surrounded by wastes of super powers and psychos who laugh too much, he wanted to rip the mask right off The Mask and force feed it into The Joker's grin then use Harley to break the idiotic clown's grinning skull then snap the girl's spine over his knee. The only ones he didn't immediately dislike were Veidt and Cat-Woman. They at least had enough sense to keep quiet most of the time, the others he was sure they'd cause as much if not more harm than good for the group if they were given any kind of delicate situation. When they were asked to sit The Void took a seat far away from the insane part of the room as he could he knew he'd kill one of them if he sat too close.

    The London campaign worked itself into the dark twisting mind of The Void and he was already sizing up the potentially best areas to take over and the buildings they'd use as bases to fight back the A.D.A. He'd voice his opinions but all he wanted was to find his old friend Sentry and put a world of hurt on the sickeningly good blond headed bastard. They were like identical twins they always knew where the other was at all times, but neither of them were dumb enough to hunt the other down when in a base like they were in. Veidt talked about what they knew on the other sides numbers Castle was the obvious choice since Kent was gone but there was one more who needed to be mentioned.
    "Sentry will be with Castle, and anyone not wanting a very quick death will do best to avoid him, he's my enemy and only I will have the pleasure of killing him but if any of you can't get that through your thick skulls then you'll have a very slow death by mine own hand. If you thought your heads were troubled now just wait until I get a hold of them, you'll throw yourselves into Sentry's light just to escape me." A server was coming up the elevator to do a periodic check to see if anyone wanted anything. He was a good looking young man with a new wedding band shining on his finger.

    Perfect example
    . Thought Void, before the young man could utter a word the room darkened, Void's eyes glowed with the yellow fires of hell and then he shot an Infini-Tendrill into the young man's chest making him smash into the closed elevator door. Now that alone would've been enough to knock any fight out of even the most hardened Super but Void never does things half way with the twist of his wrist the young man's head was destroyed with every horrible thing that has happened ,is happening, and ever will happen in his pitiful life. The room which once was filled with idle chatter and the buzz of the projector was replaced by the horrible and ear deafening scream of the young man as he saw the abuse of his mother, the rape of his first girlfriend then the subsequent court case he was losing over the crime, the death of his first three children in a car accident 10 years down the road, all these tragedies plus hundreds more ripped their way around his head decimating his sanity, ending his happiness, and turning him into a gibbering mass of skin and bones. And just because he didn't want to listen to the man's cries he topped off the example of his skill by walking over and kneeling down lifting the man's head gently shushing him like a father would a child that had a nightmare.
    "It's ok little friend it will all be over soon." The young man quieted down relaxing into Void's arms even smiling a little but then the monster simply broke the man's neck with a quick sickening pop then dropping his head like piece of trash. He smiled rather enjoying destroying this bug of a human more than he actually intended to. The room returned to normal and his eyes stopped glowing as brightly looking up from the dead man he nodded to the room locking eyes with everyone.
    "Exactly that if you try to take my enemy from me and somehow survive his attack." Moving on like nothing had happened he looked at the screen and said. "I say we take the Palace first."
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    Well, THIS was slowly unfolding as one of the worst evenings ever. As the evil superpowers in the room odiously opined and basked in their own brilliance, Harley silently seethed. As if her vicious altercation with America’s most famous cat hadn’t been bad enough, Mr. J just haaaad to rub salt into her wounds when he called her his “helper” (not to mention faux-forgetting her nom de guerre) amongst their esteemed evening company.

    A lifetime as the lieutenant of the most incredible man in the world -- nothing more, nothing less? At the time, Harley couldn’t imagine anything more anticlimactic. She was dying to rush to her calendar the moment the meeting was adjourned and highlight tonight as the most embarrassing of her life. Pulling the cherry out of her martini, Harley proceeded to devour it in bitter bites. She plucked a dead daisy from the withering bouquet the Joker had presented to her earlier and dismally swirled it in her drink, intermittently shooting daggers in Catwoman’s direction.

    It was only as Mr. J came to life, allowing everyone in the room a temporary window into the twistedly surreal mechanics of his mind that her mood made a 360 degree turn. She clasped her eyes in starry-eyed adoration and swayed in her seat, nodding excitedly at her colleagues, double-wide grin in place.

    “We could blow up a few police buildings and draw SHIELD agents out into the open…” Harley fervently repeated the Joker’s words under her breath, and when he rounded up with his reel, burst out in thunderous applause. “That was amaaaazing, Puddin’,” she sniffed, her hands aching from the intense clapping. “Isn’t he just the greaaatest?” She shook her head in wonderment.

    As the meeting progressed, Harley eagerly paid attention to her heinous comrades. “I completely agree,” she divulged to the Mask (in that banana-yellow suit of his that she secretly coveted) after he expressed his thoughts on the general public. “I used to be the type of gal who’d spend entire summer evenings poring over glossy mags, you know? Catching up on the latest celebs and all that jazz, and then a few months ago… I don’t know if you read it…” she trailed off, hiccupping emotionally.

    “Well,” she continued, “People magazine did this huge cover article on me and I was sooo thrilled…” -- she lit up with raucous squeals to show how excited she had been -- “… but it was just awful. They painted me as this sap with Stockholm Syndrome.” She scoffed, her eyes glittering with angry tears. “I mean, the pathetic paparazzi don’t even know me and they don’t even ask for an interview or aaaanything; they just say, ‘oh, yeah, Harley Quinn -- she’s a joke’ and then go off and glorify some nondescript psycho like Frank Castle with a six-year-old locked up in his basement. I mean, helloooo?” Harley giggled and flittered with annoyance.

    She had just wrapped up with her rant when a bloodcurdling scream directed her attention to The Void butchering some kid by the elevator outside the meeting room. She looked around at the others with a strained smile, her eyes doing all the talking: “This guy is suuuch a draaaag…” When The Void was done with his ‘little friend’, he returned to the room, warning them all that they’d suffer the same fate as his headless pal if they went behind his back. Harley giggled incredulously and took another sip from her martini.

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    Catwoman listened to The Joker go on about his idea. A little over the top for her taste, though. Then Harley did her adoring fan routine which, honestly made Selina sick. Her eyes shifted to The Mask as he gave his two cents and really that was just as bad as the first. Though she wouldn't mind seeing him blow to bits once his distraction failed. Harley then spoke up again. She was about two sentences into her magazine speech when Catwoman spoke, "Harley, darling, no one gives a damn about your failed attempt to be somebody. We are trying to make a plan, not die of boredom. You run after your puddin' like a lost puppy and that in itself makes me ill. I would be heartbroken to see you on one of my favorite magazine. Trust me, dear, that place is not for fragile girls such as yourself. You are much better being Joker's side kick."

    It was then that the Void spoke of his claim on Sentry. She had no intentions of getting herself killed so she took his warning to heart. Then the boy come in and for a moment, Catwoman thought he had an adorable little smile. Until the brutality began and right before her eyes the boy was killed. "Awe, poor little fella. I could have kept him as a pet." She frowned slightly right before Void put the kid out of his misery. She raised an eyebrow as she planned something she didn't even know the outcome of. Her goal was to survive and that was exactly what she was going to do.
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    "Well, I guess I shall have to wait on my Sapphire Sin, then." Was all she commented on the subject then turned back to the table, ignoring every look that Harley would most likely be giving her. The girl simply didn't know how to cat fight, but Selina would love to give her a lesson or two. As for the Mask and the Joker, they were annoying but she had to deal with them. They might be what stops her from getting killed in this beautiful mess she was involved in.
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    It was just as Catwoman began to retort to Harley's sob story of almost becoming popular in a glam-magazine that his eyes were beaming with anticipation, hungering for every bit of madness between the two women. Seemingly grabbing a bag of movie-style popcorn out of nowhere, Big-Head leaned on his chair towards the two women. When the Kitty stopped her verbal rampage on Miss Quinn and turned to address the sombre "dunt no one kill my dood" story from the void that was The Void, he absolutely had to protest.

    "Oh please my dears... please oh please!" he shook his bag of popcorn, taking a sip of his soda (that he mysteriously acquired as well) "Please do go on, I've only eighteen minutes left in this useless body till I'm a block of wood again... Give daddy a show!"
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    Adrianna stepped into the elevator in the Veidt building. She was late for the meeting already, but she had many more years to live; What does a few minutes being late matter. She waited until the elevator doors closed and once the doors closed she whispered while holding the amulet around her neck " I am Isis!", and the whole of the elevator shaft lit up a brilliant golden light that could be mistaken as Sentry's glowing aura. Adrianna felt the powers of Isis flowing through her veins and then she had reached the floor where the meeting was being held and the doors opened letting loose the bright golden light; Filling up the room as if the sun had come into that very building.

    As the light faded Isis's form came into view, though she showed no emotion on her face, she was rater nervous. She had always fought neutral in the past, but something had made her choose to fight with the darkness this time. She looked around at the interior of the building and then said with a slight sound of disgust in her voice " You need more plants", that simple statement satisfied her needs to say something. She then paused and looked at the group " I am Isis, for those of you who do not know me though i know half of you. I do not know all of you", she then took her place at her seat, but before she sat down she waved her hand at the seat and the seat itself changed still keeping its form just being overgrown with plant life that was sustained by Isis' own energy. She sat in the seat and began growing a small red rose in the palm of her hand.
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    When Catwoman mercilessly unleashed a barrage of insults on her, all delivered in her trademark debonair fashion, Harley was shocked into speechless submission. Her mind left her body in a whoosh of stupor, her ears overloaded with reality's jarring ring. Minutes later (it felt like eons), as she tentatively allowed herself an assessment of the last five minutes, a flush of embarrassment gave birth within her cheeks. Soon she sat at that wretched roundtable, glaring at her colleagues, as red as Rudolph’s nose.

    There they were: the uniformly suave Adrian Veidt, his head adorned in those luminous golden locks; the Void, smoldering with intensity; the Mask preoccupied with his own wit; her very own Mr. J who had been so excruciatingly reluctant to rush to her aid all night; and last -- and definitely least -- the talon-tongued Catwoman. Harley’s latest nemesis sat in an aura of complacency, sharp nails drumming at the table, eyebrows raised in perfect slants, sensuous lips curved in malice… She was revolting. As her anger reached an off-the-charts high, Harley snatched Big Head’s popcorn box on a sudden whim of rapacious hunger and indulged herself in monstrous mouthfuls. Food for thought.

    As her anger augmented, she took a swig from her martini, chucked the popcorn box to a side and grabbed her withering bouquet. While Harley didn't have Selina's gift-of-the-gab, she was more than willing to try. “That… is… it,” she snarled at Catwoman. She leaped onto the table, performing a handstand. “You come here in that…” -- she laughed -- “…that slutty get-up… and expect to be taken seriously? Bitch, pleaaaaase.” The bells of her hat jingled as she stretched out across the table, glaring daggers at Selina Kyle.

    “You’ve tried soooo hard to be taken sooo seriously all your life -- ‘oh, look, at me with my little cat ears and my little kitty tail’…” she wobbled around on the table in a pathetic pantomime, achieving what appeared to be an epileptic fit. “You try so hard to be seen eye-to-eye, but what you don’t know is that it will... alwaaaaays... be... eye-to-crotch.” At that she laughed. “And what do you expect? With thooose bazooms?” she flippantly demanded, gesturing at Selina’s girls. “And believe me,” she gushed on a confidential note, quirking an eyebrow in derision, “you are NOT fooling anyone with those. I’ve seen less plastic in a Tupperware factory.” She spared them another exaggerated look and burst out in cynical, glittery giggles. “You could feed half of the starving kids in Africa with those suckers -- may as well just donate yourself to charity; give up the criminal lifestyle. You are not meaaaant to be heeere.” Monologue over, she leaped off the table, brandishing her flowers in a frivolous flourish. “So, it’s on… bitch…” she spat through gritted teeth, “it’s frigging… on…”

    As she prepared to leap across the table at Catwoman and rip her face apart with roses well past their prime, the elevator rumbled and burst out in golden, ethereal light. Eyes widening in confusion, Harley stumbled back in fear as the room trembled… almost in anticipation… and a bronze aura consumed everything. She shrieked and ducked for cover under the table as the elevator door opened and Isis made her memorable entrance. Sighing with relief, Harley popped out from her hiding place, amid a jingle of bells. Hopefully Selina hadn’t seen her.

    “Well, you’re late,” Harley brightly quipped, addressing the newcomer, “fashionably late, some would say.” She confidently brought a hand to her hip and drew her attention back to Catwoman, her eyes narrowing into malicious slits. “But you needn’t fret” -- hydrangeas-in-hand, she advanced on the femme feline -- “this party’s… just… getting… started.”
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