Hey, The Jonny T Factor here, and you know what, my favorite villain of all time is the Joker. But one of the biggest problems I've come upon is who was the better Joker? Well, my favorite has always been the Heath Ledger Joker. But clearly, some people may feel different about that. So, I'm letting the fans decide. Go to my profile page and vote for your favorite. One Joker will be standing at the end of the story. And that one will be named number one. Hope you enjoy the story.
A woman in hooded black cloak wonders through the dark city of Gotham. Rain pours down hard on her as she makes her why down an alley way. She soon comes to a door in the alley, connecting to a small ran down apartment building. She looks around to see if any one is looking, then knocks on the door. A few second pass, then a man in a suit and a clown mask answers the door.
"Right this way, Miss." the man says. The woman enters the building, and the man shuts the down behind them. She follow the man down the hallway of open doors. As they passed by, she looks into each room. A group of masked men were playing a game of cards in the first room. Then a room with two men torturing another.
"PLEASE, tell him I'll get him his money back!" the man begs.
"Boss says no more chances, Vic." one of the masked men informs, pulling out a gun. As they pass by, the sound of gunshots fill the air. They then pass by a room full of caged dogs. They bark loudly as they saw the cloaked woman.
"SHUT UP!" the man orders. The dogs continue to bark as the two reach a room at the end of the hall. The man opens the door and goes in. "Boss, you have a visitor." the man informs. The woman enters the room. It was a dark room, with the only source of light coming from a desk lamp on a cluttered desk. She could make out the shape of a figure in the darkness, sitting behind the desk. She takes a seat in front of the desk as the man leaves the room. The woman removes her hood, revealing herself to be Poison Ivy.
"I'm glad you could take time out of your busy schedule to have a meeting with me." Ivy says, "Though, I don't always conduct business with anyone, unless I'm in dire need." The figure remains silent in the darkness. "I've seen some of your work." Ivy continues, "There's something special about it. Many people call you a copycat criminal." The figure places his feet on the desk, leaning back in the chair. "But I don't think you're a copycat." Ivy informs, "I think your work is very original. And that's why I like it. Now, that being said, I have a job I'd like you to take care of for me." She pulls a folder from her cloak and lays it on the cluttered desk. "My friend is in a terrible place." Ivy explains, "I want you to bring her out of it. And I want you to take the man out in the picture." A hand with a purple glove over it reaches out and picks up the folder. He brings it into the darkness and opens it. All of a sudden, he drops the folder, and slams the picture down on the desk. He grabs the lap, and holds it closer to the picture. "No, your eyes are not playing tricks on you." Ivy informs, "This man is claiming to be you. And I'm sure you would have no problem taking care of him for me. But just encase." She stands up and pulls a large purse out from under her cloak. She unzips it and dumps bundles of money all over the desk. The figure picks up a bundle and studies it, then drops it back on the desk. "So, do we have a deal?" Ivy questions.
"Do you really think that I can be bought out?" the figure replies. Ivy pulls out some lipstick from her purse and starts to apply it.
"No." Ivy answers, "I just thought you'd want something for your troubles. Even if you said no, I have another way to change you mind." Out of nowhere, Ivy reaches down and pulls the figure in for a deep kiss. She then slams the figure back down in his seat.
"HA, HA, HEEE, HA, oh, you are a wild woman!" the figure laughs, "But I know all about your little trick! The little mind control kiss, that's not gonna work!" Ivy is a little shocked to see that the figure is not under her control. "You see, there is no love deep down in the most blackest heart." the figure explains, "Now, if you want your friend back, we're gonna play by my rules." The figure leans into the light, revealing greasy blond hair, with a bit of green dye. His face was painted white, with black liner around his eyes. And a big, red, smeared smile painted over his mouth and the scars of his cheeks. "Because there can only be one Clown Prince of Crime." the figure states, "So, tell me, Miss Ivy, how would you like the job done. Let me guess! Hmm... fire, maybe? Slit throat? Castration?"
"I want you to make him suffer for all the abuse he's put Harley through!" Ivy states.
"Hmm, you're an easy gal to please, hee, hee, heh!" the figure says, walking over to a table with tools on it, "Now, I believe in a world without Order. Another me in this world is chaotic. And I like that. But if we're going to have that world, there can only be one of me." He picks something up and walks towards Ivy. "Let's say this... faker represents Order." the figure says, "Now let's introduce a litte Anarchy." He holds up a crowbar. "And we get... Chaos." He licks his scarred lips. "I'm an agent of Chaos." he says. Ivy smiles with the evil thoughts of what's to come.
"I believe we're going to be good friends..." Ivy informs.
"Call me Joker." the figure replies, "And I don't make friends. I hire help." The two share a wicked smile together. "Now, where can we find this... Mister J?" Joker questions.
Pretty good start so far. The next chapter will come when the poll on my profile page has ended. To choose who you want to see win, go and vote. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please Review. Thanks.