Hello. I do not own The Batman. Though, honestly, if I did I really wouldn't mind. Yes, yes I really wouldn't mind at all.
This story jumps right into what's going on right away in this first chapter. I'm sorry it's kind of how it flowed out of me. I plan to tell what led up to this point, you just have to be patient, please, and it's been a while since I've written anything.
This story is rated M for a reason. If you are not old enough or mature enough to be reading this story well I'd rather you didn't, because some people just can't handle it.
Death Smiles
I trembled as I looked below me, watching the vat bubble and hiss with sickly green chemical, it's acrid smell making my nose itch and my eyes burn.
"Me and you, we are the same." I hear Joker whisper in my ear before the fateful push off the ledge of the walkway. I opened my mouth to scream as I felt open air beneath me. Did anyone ever mention that gravity sucks?
I felt myself falling down, my heart racing so fast I was sure I would have a heart attack and die before I even broke the surface of the bubbling green goop, but I wasn't so lucky.
I went under with my mouth still open, swallowing a mouthful of chemicals and felt it burn all the way down to my stomach, then I resurfaced. Was that me screaming? The noise seemed far away, but I really didn't care. All I cared about was the burning! My whole body felt on fire. I screamed louder and reached up, grasping for nothing. Then I could here him laughing, the only other sound I could hear other than the screaming, and I realized he was laughing at my feeble struggles to escape from this torment.
Was this how it had felt for him? I wondered later. Had his whole body felt like it might disintegrate into the boiling green acid leaving not a trace left but a reddish sludge that would eventually mix in and the green and it wouldn't be green any more but maybe a sickly purple sludge? I would have to laugh at my own thoughts later.
Yes, yes this is all so amusing. Who the hell was that?
I thrashed in an attempt to find the side of the vat, but only accomplishing to splash the damn stuff back up into my face. Why the hell couldn't I see? I tried to open my eyes but the fumes from the damn stuff burned my eyes so bad that tears began streaming down my face, not that it mattered now, I had gotten the stuff in my eyes as soon as I hit.
Soon I wanted to die, anything that would relieve this pain. Oh please god, let it end! I kept screaming far long after my voice gave out, my mouth open but no sound none at all. My throat so raw I felt as if I drank fire. As my struggles slowly ceased it felt as if my skin was almost separating itself from my body and before I was even able to comprehend what that meant I was pulled clear from the liquid.
They had me up and out, and lying on the cold concrete floor. The Floor. Oh, my cold and wonderful savior. I was so weak I could barely move. My whole body felt as if it were still aflame as I writhed and coughed there still covered in the acid.
"Get her up." I heard The Joker order. Someone took a hold of my arms and lifted me up, tying my hands from up above. I felt my feet dangle below me in a pathetic manner, gasping as a steady spray of water began washing away the burning. I heard him laugh again, the sound echoing in my ears. I wanted to cry in relief. I wanted to cry for more reasons than one. I felt defeated. What was the point in fighting now? I wondered sobbing.
Unconsciousness became my only friend as I left reality for a while.
I came back to the world sometime later. I could feel my body wrapped tight in soft cotton gauze, not that it made a difference, my whole body felt sore everywhere it touched and I was wrapped in it every where, and I mean every where, from the top of my head to the very tips of my toes. My face was wrapped snug, whiteness covering my eyes. Not that I wanted to see myself anyways. I couldn't even imagine what I would look like now. It was enough to want to die.
When I woke up for the last time, the gauze had been removed from every where. I was naked covered in a blanket. I looked around at my surroundings and noticed I was lying in a bed with an I.V. drip stuck in my arm. I gasped at the site of my arms, holding them out in front of me. I choked back wave after wave of nausea as I turned them over and over again trying not to believe what I was seeing.
My skin turned white, just like his; I wondered if my hair was green too. I started to get up pulling the blanket off in the process (I noticed I was naked) and stood on my feet. I wobbled and fell back on my butt the first time, my head was spinning, then got it right the second time. I slowly inch my self toward a door that, I hoped, hid the bathroom, or maybe a way out.
I pulled the door open and reached in around the wall searching for a light switch, found one and flipped to the on position. What I saw in the next moment had me screaming.
The room I had walked into had a large mirror on the opposite side. I screamed in fright at the white faced, green haired person looking into my eyes. At first I thought I was seeing him, but then I realized that it was me.
"NO! You fuck! You sick god damned FUCK!" I shrieked. "Why? Why did you do this to me?" Forgetting the pain over my body, they only thing I could think about was killing him. Killing him for doing this to me. Just ending his pathetic life. I laughed at the thought.
See! You're getting the picture now!
"Who are you?" I wondered, a little surprised by the voice in my head.
Jiminy Cricket.
"Is that a way to tell me you're my conscience?" I asked, a little amused. I gave a short laugh, kind of like a loud "Ha!". Wow, what happened to me? Everything seemed to be amusing to me now, mainly, popping the Joker's stupid head, I grinned wider.
You got that right! The voice answered gleefully. Now, I'm you and you're me. There are no in-betweens. You and I have always been. You just didn't realize it until now.
"So what are we planning to do?" I asked even more amused.
We're going to get back at the sick clown for every thing he has ever done to us. He was right to say that we were the same. I can teach you to kill. I can teach you, and I can teach you to enjoy it.
I grinned widely, looking at my reflection. Huh. My eyes hadn't changed colors. Weird.
"What do we call ourselves?" I asked my mind.
Let us call ourselves: Death Smiles
My laughter rose from my chest, almost screaming, but I couldn't stop. I just could not stop. This was just too damn funny!
Okay, so, maybe it was lame? Maybe not? The next chapter is going to be about the first time The Joker and Death Smiles met and you will maybe find out her real name. I haven't decided yet, so I can't promise anything. I love you for reviewing. Don't mind flames either, just not the mean ones. ;-)
-The Lady Darkly