Gotham: Panic Attack

Fright Night

Strobe lights flashed out from the stage, and two musicians pranced around aimlessly upon it. The lights stung her eyes and reddened her flesh, and the noise hurt her ears. Anyhow, it was all about the stop.
All of these people were insane. She could see it in eyes. Well, she was going to. When they realised what had happened they were all going to go mad. These civilised beings would eat each-other in terror as they all died.

Right! Her plan would be starting in roughly... 3 minutes. She just needed to do what she was doing right now.
'Hello!' She walked up to a massive bouncer with spiked blond hair. 'I'm lost. I'm meant to be providing the effects for the dancing. Y'know? When everyone's drunk!' She added in a pathetic attempt at a joke when she realised that people probably didn't dance at get-togethers like this.

Oddly; the man understood her perfectly, and so pointed who he just thought 'would make a cute DJ' to the effects control panel. She thanked him with a little peck on the cheek, and then waltzed up the stairs as he died behind her.

She picked up the coffee cup out of the hand of another corpse that she'd just freshly made up there, began to unscrew the chemical tanks that contained dry ice. Factoring in what the bouncer had aided her in realising, this fog probably wasn't for this event. Never mind - it was now.

With a massive cloud of the cold, stinking smoke - Linda opened the tank and exhaled her sweet death into the gas. Realising that just her breath wouldn't be enough to disperse properly into the fog, she plunged her hand into her coat pocket and pulled out a couple vials of the yellow liquid.

With a little song to herself, she tipped the toxin into the party smoke - and then inhaled highly as the sunflower fumes wafted past her. With a drugged giggle, Linda screwed the lid of the toxic gas shut, and loaded it back into the effects panel.

This was the moment that she'd been waiting for since they'd shut down Arkham around her. Since they'd cast her out into the cruel sunlight. Since they'd disallowed her the treatment that her skin condition needed.

Now they would all burn. With an exaggerated motion that was more like a hyperactive dance, she picked up the microphone of the club and started to lament gloriously.
'Hello, Gotham's rich and elite! Today I have an important business proposition for you all! How about we let Arkham be? No! This must have been the question that you asked yourself 15 years ago, and that must have been the answer that you gave yourselves.' She cackled, voice taking on an odd hint of exultation at the hundreds of deaths she was about to cause.

'Now here's my answer to your question.' She one-linered as the gas started to roll out of the pumps around the room. Amidst the now full-volume chorus of screams, she said the little quip that she assumed everyone must want her to say. 'This'll be a gas!'

Pulling a gas mask over her head to prevent herself from inhaling the unpleasant stench of humans, she began to make her way out of the building. She slipped out of the doors like a shadow, quieter than she'd entered.
'GCPD! Hands in the air!' Screamed a small army of officers standing in a circle in front of her.
Linda knew, somewhere deep down, that she was screwed now, but she smiled anyway. With a victorious kick - she opened the doors to the club and watched as the killer fogbank rolled out over the cops.

She laughed in the tinny tone that the gas mask gave her voice, and then started to move back to her comfy apartment. With one final curse - a woman dressed in entirely white landed in front of her.

I gritted my teeth at the villain, and then spoke in an exceptionally cold and calculated tone. 'This suit will need washing after this.' I smiled at my own wit and launched myself at Linda.

With a victory shout, and a leap from a fallen pile of bricks into the air, I scraped my boot across Linda's face - knocking the poisoner out cold. Standing over the body of the easily-defeated criminal, I looked up at the choking cops enveloped in gaseous death.