capedcrus8r
11-02-2002, 03:26 AM
A Smallville crossover could potentially save BoP, opening it to a wider audience, but I guess that's a little late. Well, I started writing a crossover story. Here's Part I. Maybe the producers will see it, take it and run with it. If they do, more power to them. But if not, then readers, enjoy. Part II will come later.
CROSSED WIRES by Jeffrey W. Kirkpatrick
Harley paced back and forth across the plush, red carpet that lined the floor of the cushy, penthouse office where she conducted her psychiatric practice, thinking about all the wonderful times she and The Joker had shared. Knocking over liquor stores and holding up banks in the early days, and then years later, working to establish an organized crime syndicate, centralized in Gotham City, with branches stretching through to Metropolis. Oh how they had grown together. He was her one true love, her soul mate, the man she had planned on spending the rest of her life with. He may have been a psychopath, but it was one of the traits that endeared him most to her. Harley furrowed her brow as she thought of the last time she saw him, being whisked of to Arkham Asylum in the clutches of that irritating flying rodent, Batman.
She had been at Joker’s side for many years before his incarceration at Arkham, and she definitely learned a thing or two from him. He was a true criminal mastermind, and, although from the outside looking in anyone could see his sheer madness, his methods were organized, cautious. Every scheme, every diabolical plot he instigated was carefully thought out, planned with clarity to the smallest detail. That is up until that fateful night seven years ago when in a fit of rage he had Selina Kyle brutally murdered and had himself crippled Batgirl. He let his guard down, slipped up and Batman was able to find him and put him away for good. Harley had always admired Joker’s tactics, and had adopted them as her own. In fact, one could have believed she had invoked the very spirit of the Joker, she was so much like him. However she vowed not to suffer the same fate as her beloved “Mr. J.” She would not allow her emotions to be her undoing.
“I will complete your life’s work, Joker Baby,” Harley softly whispered to herself as she gazed out the 22nd story window. “I’ll make them all pay for what they did to you, what they did to us. When I’m done with you New Gotham, you’ll be at your knees pleading for mercy. And who will there be left to save you, for Batman has long since fled. Batgirl’s incapacitated and The Huntress?” Harley mused, “she’ll be that pungent scent of rotting carcass that lingers in the night Gotham air….” Harley laughed at her own thought. How great it will be to be rid of The Bat’s offspring once and for all.
Harley walked over to the telephone, picked up the handset and started dialing. “Hello? Leslie? Yes, this is Harley Quinn. Why, yes it has been a long time. I was wondering if you were free for a visit this weekend. Well, I have a bit of a proposition for you. One that I believe will be mutually satisfying.” Harley bit her lip in anticipation. It was all going according to plan.
“Huntress? Huntress!!” Dinah called. Helena was not responding to her communicator, as was her usual way. “This is so frustrating, Barbara. Why does she bother wearing those earrings at all if she’s not gonna use them? I think I should wear them. I would answer when you call me!”
Barbara sighed. “I know it’s frustrating Dinah, but if she’s not answering there has to be a reason.”
“Huntress!” Dinah tried again.
“What do you want Dinah?!?” Helena screamed back. “God! Can’t a girl have a moment to herself every now then? You know, crimefighters have to go just like everybody else!”
“Whatever, Helena,” Dinah said. “Listen, there’s something going on at the New Gotham Foundation of Science and Research building. You need to check it out.”
“You’re at the com? Since when did Mommy start letting you sit in the ‘big girl’ seat?” Helena chortled.
“Cut it out, Helena” Dinah retorted. “I gotta learn how this stuff works. Where are you?”
“I’m at the mall. You know it’s only 321 shopping days left till Christmas,” she replied. “It’s good to get an early start.”
Dinah ignored the sarcasm. “It seems they had some sort of power surge and they lost all their security measures…cameras, computers, communicators. Everything. The police should be on their way.”
“Lucky for you my favorite mall happens to be a couple of blocks away from there,” Helena said. “I’ll check on it. Huntress out.”
Dinah rolled her eyes and looked at Barbara. “She’s the reason why I never had children of my own,” Barbara said.
Helena arrived at the Science building to the sound of sirens. “Damn…I’m getting rusty,” she mumbled to herself. “Cops beat me here.” The policemen were trying to gain access through the front gate, which apparently had been affected by the power surge.
“Everything the hard way,” Helena laughed, as she watched them battle with the gate. She jumped and flipped in the air over the security gates near the rear entrance to the building. She was able to duck in through an unsecured door. Helena skulked down a long, dark corridor toward a very dull light that grew brighter the closer she approached. At the end of the hall, was a large, steel door that was slightly ajar. To the left was a security access panel which looked as if it had been ripped from the wall, just hanging by a single wire. Helena crept slowly through the open door and saw a blond woman dressed in a skin tight white vinyl suit, with images of blue lightning splashed across the bosom, hovering above a man in a white lab coat, who was on his knees looking quite frazzled.
“Where is the device?” the woman queried.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the man said. “Let me go!”
The woman raised her right hand and pointed her index finger directly into the man’s face. “This may come as a shock,” she said, “but it really does hurt you more than it does me.” Helena watched in horror as an electric surge came out of the woman’s hand and penetrated the man’s skin.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! Ok, Ok, I’ll tell you” the man screamed in pain. The woman dropped her hand. “It’s over in that safe.”
She laughed. “It’s amazing how quickly a man wants to share once he is properly….stimulated.”
She walked over to the safe, raised her hand and with one quick blast, the door fell off. Inside was a small black box, no larger than a videocassette. She reached in and picked it up. “Hello there. I’ve got someone who wants to meet you,” she whispered quietly to the box.
“Ok, that’s a little disturbing,” Helena said as she stepped out from the shadows. “Talking to a little box? You’re a real nutcase. And I thought you were just pissed off.”
The woman turned and shot a bolt of electricity at her, but Helena dodged it. “Well, I guess it just must be me then,” Helena said. Helena jumped across the table that stood in her path and kicked the woman in the chest. The woman fell backward and the box went sailing out of the her grip. “That stimulation enough for ya?”
“You may have knocked the wind out of me….but not the fire,” the woman said and she shot another bolt at Helena, which this time grazed Helena’s left arm, singeing her jacket.
Helena looked at her arm and growled. She shot a look back at the woman. “Look lady, you can mess with me, but you do NOT mess with the clothes,” Helena snarled. Her eyes narrowed and became cat-like. She somersaulted forward and did a handspring toward the woman, thrusting her heels against the woman’s chin, slamming the woman against the busted open safe. She came back full force at Helena, fists flying and landing a couple of good hits on Helena’s cheek. Helena returned the punch, hitting the woman in the stomach and swung her left leg around across the woman’s back.
The woman fell to the ground and tried to catch her breath. She looked to her right and saw the black box laying on the ground behind the lab table. She rolled over to the other side of the table, grabbed the box and suddenly her body started to glow brightly and disintegrate right before Helena’s eyes. It then looked as if she was ‘sucked’ into a power outlet on the wall. Helena stood there stunned, watching this woman vanish before her.
CROSSED WIRES by Jeffrey W. Kirkpatrick
Harley paced back and forth across the plush, red carpet that lined the floor of the cushy, penthouse office where she conducted her psychiatric practice, thinking about all the wonderful times she and The Joker had shared. Knocking over liquor stores and holding up banks in the early days, and then years later, working to establish an organized crime syndicate, centralized in Gotham City, with branches stretching through to Metropolis. Oh how they had grown together. He was her one true love, her soul mate, the man she had planned on spending the rest of her life with. He may have been a psychopath, but it was one of the traits that endeared him most to her. Harley furrowed her brow as she thought of the last time she saw him, being whisked of to Arkham Asylum in the clutches of that irritating flying rodent, Batman.
She had been at Joker’s side for many years before his incarceration at Arkham, and she definitely learned a thing or two from him. He was a true criminal mastermind, and, although from the outside looking in anyone could see his sheer madness, his methods were organized, cautious. Every scheme, every diabolical plot he instigated was carefully thought out, planned with clarity to the smallest detail. That is up until that fateful night seven years ago when in a fit of rage he had Selina Kyle brutally murdered and had himself crippled Batgirl. He let his guard down, slipped up and Batman was able to find him and put him away for good. Harley had always admired Joker’s tactics, and had adopted them as her own. In fact, one could have believed she had invoked the very spirit of the Joker, she was so much like him. However she vowed not to suffer the same fate as her beloved “Mr. J.” She would not allow her emotions to be her undoing.
“I will complete your life’s work, Joker Baby,” Harley softly whispered to herself as she gazed out the 22nd story window. “I’ll make them all pay for what they did to you, what they did to us. When I’m done with you New Gotham, you’ll be at your knees pleading for mercy. And who will there be left to save you, for Batman has long since fled. Batgirl’s incapacitated and The Huntress?” Harley mused, “she’ll be that pungent scent of rotting carcass that lingers in the night Gotham air….” Harley laughed at her own thought. How great it will be to be rid of The Bat’s offspring once and for all.
Harley walked over to the telephone, picked up the handset and started dialing. “Hello? Leslie? Yes, this is Harley Quinn. Why, yes it has been a long time. I was wondering if you were free for a visit this weekend. Well, I have a bit of a proposition for you. One that I believe will be mutually satisfying.” Harley bit her lip in anticipation. It was all going according to plan.
“Huntress? Huntress!!” Dinah called. Helena was not responding to her communicator, as was her usual way. “This is so frustrating, Barbara. Why does she bother wearing those earrings at all if she’s not gonna use them? I think I should wear them. I would answer when you call me!”
Barbara sighed. “I know it’s frustrating Dinah, but if she’s not answering there has to be a reason.”
“Huntress!” Dinah tried again.
“What do you want Dinah?!?” Helena screamed back. “God! Can’t a girl have a moment to herself every now then? You know, crimefighters have to go just like everybody else!”
“Whatever, Helena,” Dinah said. “Listen, there’s something going on at the New Gotham Foundation of Science and Research building. You need to check it out.”
“You’re at the com? Since when did Mommy start letting you sit in the ‘big girl’ seat?” Helena chortled.
“Cut it out, Helena” Dinah retorted. “I gotta learn how this stuff works. Where are you?”
“I’m at the mall. You know it’s only 321 shopping days left till Christmas,” she replied. “It’s good to get an early start.”
Dinah ignored the sarcasm. “It seems they had some sort of power surge and they lost all their security measures…cameras, computers, communicators. Everything. The police should be on their way.”
“Lucky for you my favorite mall happens to be a couple of blocks away from there,” Helena said. “I’ll check on it. Huntress out.”
Dinah rolled her eyes and looked at Barbara. “She’s the reason why I never had children of my own,” Barbara said.
Helena arrived at the Science building to the sound of sirens. “Damn…I’m getting rusty,” she mumbled to herself. “Cops beat me here.” The policemen were trying to gain access through the front gate, which apparently had been affected by the power surge.
“Everything the hard way,” Helena laughed, as she watched them battle with the gate. She jumped and flipped in the air over the security gates near the rear entrance to the building. She was able to duck in through an unsecured door. Helena skulked down a long, dark corridor toward a very dull light that grew brighter the closer she approached. At the end of the hall, was a large, steel door that was slightly ajar. To the left was a security access panel which looked as if it had been ripped from the wall, just hanging by a single wire. Helena crept slowly through the open door and saw a blond woman dressed in a skin tight white vinyl suit, with images of blue lightning splashed across the bosom, hovering above a man in a white lab coat, who was on his knees looking quite frazzled.
“Where is the device?” the woman queried.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the man said. “Let me go!”
The woman raised her right hand and pointed her index finger directly into the man’s face. “This may come as a shock,” she said, “but it really does hurt you more than it does me.” Helena watched in horror as an electric surge came out of the woman’s hand and penetrated the man’s skin.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! Ok, Ok, I’ll tell you” the man screamed in pain. The woman dropped her hand. “It’s over in that safe.”
She laughed. “It’s amazing how quickly a man wants to share once he is properly….stimulated.”
She walked over to the safe, raised her hand and with one quick blast, the door fell off. Inside was a small black box, no larger than a videocassette. She reached in and picked it up. “Hello there. I’ve got someone who wants to meet you,” she whispered quietly to the box.
“Ok, that’s a little disturbing,” Helena said as she stepped out from the shadows. “Talking to a little box? You’re a real nutcase. And I thought you were just pissed off.”
The woman turned and shot a bolt of electricity at her, but Helena dodged it. “Well, I guess it just must be me then,” Helena said. Helena jumped across the table that stood in her path and kicked the woman in the chest. The woman fell backward and the box went sailing out of the her grip. “That stimulation enough for ya?”
“You may have knocked the wind out of me….but not the fire,” the woman said and she shot another bolt at Helena, which this time grazed Helena’s left arm, singeing her jacket.
Helena looked at her arm and growled. She shot a look back at the woman. “Look lady, you can mess with me, but you do NOT mess with the clothes,” Helena snarled. Her eyes narrowed and became cat-like. She somersaulted forward and did a handspring toward the woman, thrusting her heels against the woman’s chin, slamming the woman against the busted open safe. She came back full force at Helena, fists flying and landing a couple of good hits on Helena’s cheek. Helena returned the punch, hitting the woman in the stomach and swung her left leg around across the woman’s back.
The woman fell to the ground and tried to catch her breath. She looked to her right and saw the black box laying on the ground behind the lab table. She rolled over to the other side of the table, grabbed the box and suddenly her body started to glow brightly and disintegrate right before Helena’s eyes. It then looked as if she was ‘sucked’ into a power outlet on the wall. Helena stood there stunned, watching this woman vanish before her.