The colours of red and blue lit up your apartment, the sounds of sirens flew past your window and you couldn't help but sigh as you stretched out. You didn't give them much thought as it was the usual for Gotham at night, the place was full of crooks and danger but you were used to it. Most people don't tend to stay put for long but you had grown up in this city and even though it can be chaotic you found that the danger hardened you as a person and that is something safety wouldn't get you. You chuckled a little as you thought of the term 'safe', What exactly is classed as safe you thought to yourself, every city has crime and dirt but most people pay it no mind 'Perhaps safety is ignorance'. You scratched the back of your head whilst looking down at your current work, A canvas covered in reds and black splashes of paint, flicks of white and green abundant on the material. You were an artist, only recently you had been noticed which you were grateful for. You admitted that your art was unusual and very subjective and open to interpretation and you had convinced yourself that you would never make a living from it but in actuality your art reflected the chaos that occupied this city and it seemed to have struck with the cities inhabitants.
The cold wind grabbed onto your skin and you couldn't help but shiver a little at the harsh weather, You carried on further down the high street in hopes of finding a good spot to set up and sketch the view of the city lit up at night but you felt a small droplet of water land on your face causing you to groan as you examined the substance on your fingers as you wiped it off. As if on cue a mass of droplets started to fall and you began to quicken your pace as you didn't bring your umbrella and you had your portfolio with you and you didn't want to get your pieces wet. Much to your delight you found a nice shelter underneath a canopy in front of a large building, you sat down and removed your portfolio bag from your shoulder and placed it on the dry floor beside you. You examined your materials with the low amount of light the street lamps offered but you sighed in relief as you noticed all of your things were spared from the harsh weather. Your attention snapped to the street however, for some reason the place was deserted but you noticed a purple sports car across the road from you lit up with the most beautiful shade of neon which illuminated the wet road underneath it. You were in awe at the sight and couldn't help but snap a pic on your phone before settling yourself down and started to sketch the sight onto your pad.
Time passed and you were in the zone with music flowing in your ears and the breath taking sight of inspiration in front of you, you smiled to yourself as your pencils scratched the soft paper thinking that this will be one of your best pieces to date. With the loud music blaring in your ears you were completely oblivious to your surroundings which is dangerous normally but was a death wish for someone in Gotham. The roar of a windows smashing and the sound of alarms filled the street, A group of men with masks covering there faces exited the building which you were sitting outside of and stopped in there tracks when they saw you sitting on the floor beneath them. An agitated growl was heard behind them which made the men tense in fear, He stepped past them and also stopped as he cocked his head at the view of you. He couldn't help but smirk at how oblivious you were of your surroundings He slowly walked up to you to not give off any detection and managed to stand directly behind you inches away from your seated being. He cocked a brow as he quickly viewed what you were doing and his gaze looked over to his own vehicle which caused him to lightly chuckle. He laced his fingers against the handle of his gun which was placed in one of his holsters as he threaded his spare hand through his green locks as sighed to himself. 'So naive' He grunted as he placed the barrel of his gun against the back of your head.
Your body instantly tensed as your were brought out of your zone and you were welcomed to the cold metallic presence of a gun being pushed into the back of your skull. Your breath hitched as you dropped your pencils and pad on the floor you laced your digits over your headphones and removed them the raised your hands slowly in submission. You cursed yourself for being so careless to land yourself in this current predicament, A loud cackle erupted from the owner of the gun that was still digging into your head. 'You really are insane to be so trusting in this city you know' He grinned as he leaned closer to you with him adding even more pressure onto the weapon. You gulped and closed your eyes as you tried to remain calm as you did not want to trigger this guy, His weapon slowly removed from your head slightly which made you cock a brow. His spare hand leaned over you and grabbed the picture you were drawing, you tried to get a look of the guy who was currently playing with your life at the moment but he pressed his gun back towards your head. 'Uh Uh no peeking till I say' His gaze landing back to your drawing and he couldn't help but admit to himself that he enjoyed the image, It was oddly unique and in some sense it spoke to him, The harsh strokes wasn't neat and it seemed to capture a darkness to it. You were growing impatient at the situation not sure what was happening but the silence broke when one of the men behind the green haired male spoke up. 'Boss we gotta get out of here before the cops show' The leader groaned as he twisted his head side to side in agitation, He bent down and grabbed your face, His cold pale hand covered your mouth as his digits dug into your cheeks as he forced you to look up into his steel blue orbs. 'I'm feeling generous and I'm not gonna kill you...yet but I can't let you keep this' He raised his other hand with the drawing into your vision. You nodded slightly in his grip still unable to speak from the pressure of his palm on your mouth. He released your face and pushed you slightly which caused you to fall back onto the ground.
You couldn't help but feel confused. He just left you there even his goons just walked past you leaving you there. You spoke up without thinking which you instantly regret. 'Why not just kill me' You shouted as the man was just about to get into his car, he stopped instantly as he held the door in his hand and slammed it as he started walking towards you with a quickened pace. You instantly slapped yourself in your mind as you quickly panicked and shuffled back in an attempt to try and escape but your back hit the cold concrete step behind you. The green haired man stood in front of you and swung a foot into your gut causing you to wince in sheer pain. He grabbed a fist of your (H/C) and forced you to meet his face which was inches away from your own. 'See that is the question isn't it...just see it as an artists understanding towards another. You create your art with paper and I...I create my art with the chaos I feed into in this city. We do these things to influence a change in this pathetic place'. He lifted your head up even higher which caused you to cry out in pain 'Phone..now' he snarled at you bearing his metallic teeth towards you. You quickly gestured your head towards your portfolio bag over on the step and he released your hair causing your body to fall a little as you didn't support your body. He grabbed your bag and swung it over his shoulder before turning his being towards you and he cocked his gun back towards you. 'Next time I won't be so gentle. See you around' He gestured a firing action as he laughed before heading over to his car as the sounds of sirens started to near towards your current position. You were left in sheer confusion and shock as you watched the purple sports car speed off with the chilling sound of cackling still apparent. Little did you know you just survived a run in with the infamous joker. King of Gotham city.