Tony Stark surged forward, his thrusters roaring as he reached out to grab Jack by his lavender velvet collar. "Party’s over, clown!"
Jack didn't dodge. Instead, he grinned—a wide, chalk-white, terrifying grimace—and shoved his right hand straight into the electric arc-wash of Tony's repulsor charge.
"35% SYNCHRONIZATION!" Jack shrieked, his bloodshot eyes exploding with glowing crimson circuitry lines. "LET’S READ YOUR ANARCHY LEDGER, SHELL-HEAD!"
The [Joker’s Anarchy Ledger] activated instantly!
Because the Chitauri energy core was pumping sub-quantum resonance directly through the room, Jack didn't need a physical jack or a laptop. The moment his gloved fingers touched the repulsor's electromagnetic field, his mind tapped straight into the suit's wireless interface, overriding FRIDAY’s encryption protocols like a sledgehammer through a glass window.
BZZZZT-CRACKLE!
[WARNING: UNSANCTIONED SYSTEM OVERRIDE. CODE-RED DATA BREACH,] FRIDAY’s voice glitched violently inside Tony's helmet, sounding like a distorted chipmunk. [BOSS, HE’S... HE’S RE-ROUTING THE SUIT’S SERVOS TO A DANCE-DANCE-REVOLUTION ALGORITHM!]
"What?! FRIDAY, lock it down—"
CLANG-SHICK!
Tony’s red-and-gold armor suddenly locked its knees, snapped its arms out to the side, and began aggressively doing the Macarena right in front of the live camera feed!
"WOOHOO! LOOK AT HIM GO, NEW YORK!" Jack screech-screamed into his brass microphone, prancing around the metal suit like a lunatic ringmaster. "THE BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY PHILANTHROPIST HAS STILL GOT THE MOVES! GIVE IT UP FOR THE IRON MACARENA!"
Across all five boroughs, millions of people watching on their TVs, phones, and digital billboards gasped, cheered, and filmed their screens in absolute hysterical disbelief.
"Jack, what did you do to my suit?!" Tony bellowed from inside the helmet, his suit’s motorized hips swinging forcefully to the rhythm of Jack’s manic laughter. "Override! Manual override! FRIDAY, hit the emergency thrusters!"
[ERROR: EMERGENCY THRUSTERS RE-ASSIGNED TO: 'TWERK-MODE'], FRIDAY chirped in a high-pitched clown voice.
PFFFT-BZZZZT!
The suit’s lower thrusters fired in rapid, rhythmic bursts, causing Iron Man to violently pop his metallic posterior toward the live broadcast camera!
Up in the rafters, Felicia lost her grip on the steel beam because she was laughing so hard her ribs hurt. "OH MY GOD! NATASHA, ARE YOU SEEING THIS?!"
Natasha was still holding her suppressed pistol, but her shoulders were shaking silently with uncontrollable, tearful laughter behind her mask. "I'm... I'm recording this on S.H.I.E.L.D. secure backup. Fury is going to faint."
"DARE TO FIGHT THE CLOWN IN HIS OWN CIRCUS!" Jack cackled, jumping onto Tony’s metal back, wrapping his arms around the armor’s neck, and holding the microphone right against the helmet’s external speaker. "ANY LAST WORDS FOR PRIMETIME TELEVISION, ANTHONY?!"
Tony gritted his teeth, fighting his own suit’s hijacked servomotors. "When I get out of this armor, Jack... I am going to buy Coney Island just so I can bulldoze it!"
"TOO LATE, TONY! WE'RE ALREADY ON THE FINAL ACT!"
Jack slammed his hand against the suit's chest-mounted Arc Reactor, triggering [Joker’s Anarchy Ledger] one last time to drain thirty percent of the suit’s power battery directly into the Chitauri core!
BOOM-BZZZZZZT!
A blinding flash of cyan electrical arcs blew the two apart! Tony's suit collapsed into a powered-down, rebooting posture on one knee, while Jack was flung backward through the air, flipping three times before landing on the stage right next to Natasha and Felicia.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: REGIONAL CHAOS OVERLOAD REACHED!]
Effect: The entire city broadcast reached 100% saturation before crashing S.H.I.E.L.D. tracking systems!
Synchronization Level: 35.0% (Stabilized & Unlocked High-Frequency Anarchy)
"Time to go, ladies!" Jack wheezed rasply, his white face covered in soot, his purple jacket scorched, but his eyes gleaming with unholy victory. "The critics loved it, but the encore is canceled!"
Natasha grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the rear escape hatch as Felicia tossed two high-grade flash-grenades behind them.
BOOM!
By the time Tony's suit completed its manual reboot and the faceplate slammed open, the Funhouse was empty—save for a glowing, drained Chitauri core casing, a bunch of stunned S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and a giant red smile spray-painted across Iron Man's metallic chestpl
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