Fountain of Youth
(BTAS)
Summary: Times ticking for both these ladies, however one continues to age while the other desperately wants to. Will someone be able to help either of them?
AN: Okay I'm sure you've figured it out since you probably found this fic in a search. This fan fic is mainly about Baby Doll and Calendar Girl. That's right! -gasp- Yesh even though I really do like the original Calender Man, I thought there was truly substance and thought put into BTAS, Calendar Girl's character. After re-watching the episode "Mean Seasons" I realized I actually did like her character more than I realize. So here I go let's hope I don't muck it up.
Chapter 1: Kidnapped
A young pianist played his piano furiously as the stage behind featured an act with two men tap-dancing and singing in red and white stripe suits. The audience was half empty and others were starting to stand up and leave as well. One of the gentlemen suddenly bent on one knee, while his partner placed his foot on his friends thigh and back flipped off of him landing on one knee as well.
"Ta-Daaa!" both man yelled in unison.
"BOOO!" an audience member yelled.
"You stink!" another yelled as he tossed a box of popcorn on the stage. Suddenly more boxes of popcorn was being thrown on stage and the red curtain of the vaudeville theater closed on the act protecting the two performers from the barrage of popcorn.
"Damn it you two again!" the theater owner scolded as he lifted his thumb back signaling for the two gentlemen to leave. They got up bitterly as they made their exit. "Hurry up and change to your custodian clothes, clean up your mess," the owner threatened.
"Sorry sir," one of the performers apologized.
"Sorry doesn't cut it! Now hurry up we need to make sure we clean up the stage for our next act. You know how she hates messes," the theater owner pushed. Both men nodded as the hurriedly took off their striped outfits and changed into blue overalls and dingy caps. They both hurriedly grabbed brooms and swept off the stage all the while keeping their heads low trying to prevent their faces to be seen afraid of shame and embarrassment.
Soon the theater started to slowly fill for the next coming act, except a different type of audience walked in. This audience consisted of the scum of society that Gotham Police has yet to catch. All legal ages of the male spectrum appeared in the audience filling up the seats fast. The manager made his way toward an old door with a gold glittery star barely hanging on to a nail as it tilted to its side, the name written on it "Baby Doll." He cleared his throat and knocked.
"Three minutes till show time Ms. Dauhl," the manager reminded.
"Shut up! I'll be there when I'm ready!" a woman with deep silk tones replied back angrily. A few minutes later the door opened and slammed quickly shut as the gold star nameplate fell to the floor. "How many times do I have to tell you guys to fix it rights!" the performer yelled out. The miniature woman made her way toward the stage, no taller than three feet the young woman, who looked no older than five had her hair in ringlet curls a black bow on top of her head. She wore a black dress with white frills and ruffles. She had her make up done in such a way to make her face look younger yet mature at the same time. The blonde woman got in girly pose and closed her eyes. She released a heavy sigh before giving an evident nod, leaving her curls bouncing behind her. The theater manager nodded back as did the piano player. The curtains slowly opened as the pianist played his first chord. The woman's eyes opened shinning brightly against the theaters light.
"I've written a letter to Daddy..." the woman sang in a childlike way her voice was no longer the rich silky tones but now replaced with child like shrill as she made cute pose interlocking her fingers and looking up toward the ceiling. "His address is heaven above!" she threw her arms up in before hugging the air. "I've written Dear Daddy, we miss you and wish you were with us to love." The girl looked down sadly at the audience pouting. There sat the usual typical lonely male audience, though one person stood out a woman with ebony hair her face covered with a white mask. "Instead of a stamp I put kisses, the postman said, That's the best to do!" The adolescent looking woman did a cute little spin as her eyes darted around the audience, but once again her eyes returned to female in the front row. "I've written this letter to Daddy, saying I love you!" with that she did a little curtsey and threw a kiss at the audience. She skipped off toward the right of the stage as the curtain fell. "Hmph, what was that about?" she suddenly asked herself.
"Baby Doll! My star!" the theater manager yelled happily. Baby Doll smirked as she made her way to her room. Her star was still on the floor.
"WHY is my STAR ON THE FLOOR!?" she yelled in anger her voice back to her rich tone. The manager gulped as he turned toward toward one of his janitor performers and smacked him in the back of the head.
"Don't you see Baby Doll's star is still on the floor! FIX IT" The manager said in anger the performer nodded as he made a worry expression.
"Yes sir," he replied nervously.
"Now!" the manager yelled.
"Right away," he ran off heading toward a tool box. Baby Doll let out a loud sigh and entered her room. She slammed the door shut as she jumped onto her stool banging her fist on her vanity table. She looked up at the lighted vanity mirror. Her face full of makeup, glitter, and dark lipstick. She frowned grabbing a napkin and wiped her face smearing her makeup and lipstick across her face. Suddenly there was a knock.
"Just fix the star!" Baby Doll yelled at the door. The door suddenly opened an the woman dressed in the red skin tight dress and white mask walked in. "Wait who's are you?" Baby Doll asked in shock. The woman crossed her arms and leaned against the door.
"I'm Calender Girl..." she replied simply, her voice was strong and feminine. .
"Go away I'm busy," Baby Doll replied with a wave of her hand.
"Why Baby... who would of known you'd sink so low..." Calendar Girl spoke in a serpentine voice.
"Ha! You's judging me? Baby Doll?" she asked, her voice back to her child like demeanor. Baby Doll turned to face the ebony haired woman looking very stern as she crossed her arms. "Besides the jerk faces pay for my bills," Baby Doll looked toward the vanity again as she continued to wipe off her makeup.
"Hmph, don't you mean jerk offs?" Calendar Girl corrected. Baby Doll made a fist as she gripped hard onto her napkin and pounded her fist on her vanity shaking all her belongings.
"Look I don't know whos you are and whats you wants but I want you outtas my room!" Baby Doll yelled angrily.
"Sorry can't do that, I have something special planned for you. So if you like it or not you're coming with me," Calendar Girl said angrily.
"Oh ohs, looks likes big scary womans going to be rough with Baby," Baby Doll replied as she threw a jar of loose powder at her. Calendar Girl coughed for a few seconds before shaking off the powder.
"I was a model I'm used to powder on the face, try again!" Calendar Girl scolded as she reached for Baby Doll. Baby Doll jumped off the stool and ran for her purse. But Calendar quickly grabbed a hold of her dress pulling Baby Doll away from her small purse. "Na ah ah! I know what you're going for don't you know it's gun violence awareness month!" she said gripping her dress and pulling her up towards her eye level.
"No fair! No fair! No fair!" Baby Dolled cried as she kicked and screamed.
"Feisty one aren't you but not too strong oh well," Calendar Girl spoke to Baby Doll as she grabbed a sock and stuff it in Baby Dolls' mouth, she brought out some tape and wrapped it around her head and mouth. "Consider it lucky I forgot to bring the soap," she added as she looked around and found a large trash bag and stuffed Baby Doll in it.
Three bulky men, wearing black tight tights and only a black bow tie stood by Baby Doll's door. The manager of the theater walked toward them.
"Hey! What are you muscle heads doing over there?" the man asked as he examined them. "Hmm you guys are pretty buff. Hey you wanna be performers? I can use ya guys for ladies night," the manager said. The three men grimaced as they stood their ignoring the man. "I'm talking to you!" the manager yelled at them. Suddenly Calendar Girl slammed open the door and rushed out toward the exit, her beefy body guards following shortly after.
A splash of water, soaked Baby Doll in the face. Baby Doll woke up her hands and leg tied up as well now. She looked around and saw she was in a plain room filled with calenders and pictures most with the same young, beautiful model on it.
"You sleep too long, I want to talk," Calendar Girl started as she placed the glass down back on the table. Baby Doll, released a small growl. As she she shook her head. Calendar Girl went close and unwrapped the tape around her head, ignoring Baby Doll's shrieks of pains. Soon the tape was undone and Baby Doll spat out the sock.
"AHHH! You hurt Baby! You mean old hag!" Baby yelled angrily.
"Shut up, how dare you call me old," Calendar Girl replied bitterly. Baby stuck out her tongue doing a raspberry. Calender Girl remained silent.
"Look, I've come here because I have an offer of a lifetime," Calendar Girl started, crossing her arms. Baby Doll looked up at her silently. "I need you because you're special. With very special genes, you're a gift wrapped up in shiny gold locks and cheap makeup," Calendar Girl praised happily.
"What's crazy lady talkin' about?" Baby asked confused at what Calendar Girl was leading to.
"Youth... beauty internal! Not having to worrying about aging ever again!" Calendar Girl went on. "And you hold that secret. All I need to do is get it out of you," she said happily pointing a finger and prodding Baby gently.
"And what's in it for me?" Baby Doll replied finally catching on.
"Perhaps if we're lucky maybe a cure for your condition. A way for you to age and grow up!" Calendar Girl bellowed happily. Baby Doll released a gasp as her eyes widen glistening with the hope that the words she spoke could be true. She frowned suddenly shaking her head.
"How could you lies to Baby! No one has the knowledge to figures its out!" No one!" Baby yelled bitterly.
"That's where you're wrong Baby! I found someone who could do it! All I need is your promise of your participation and that you won't try to escape, got it!" Calendar Girl ended loudly. Baby Doll huffed.
"Okay I promise, just untie Baby, my arms are so tireds," she cried sadly.
"Not yet don't you want to meet the Doctor who's going to save us?" Calendar Girl asked
"Now? Awe do I haves too?" Baby cried. Calendar Girl nodded.
"Yes, you may come in now Doctor Strange," Calendar Girl demanded simply. The door opened as a very well fit, bald headed man, walked inside the room. He wore round glasses and had a unique shaped beard. He wore a white lab and seemed to hunch, he placed his hands behind his back and smiled.
"Why hello, Ms. Monroe, Ms. Dauhl," he said politely his foreign accent evident. Baby Doll gasped as her eyes widen.
"He really looks like a smarty heads for reals!" Baby yelled excitedly.
"See, what did I tell you, now remember to be a good little girl and everything will turn out perfect," Calendar Girl said happily.
A/N: Ha ha ha! I was so tempted to add a Mad Hatter cameo to the audience as there's quite a few fanfics devoted to this popular pairing. But I decided against it everyone knows DC Hatter is a pedo-bear anyways so why tarnish BTAS version too. Yes this scene chapter was inspired by Whatever Happened to Baby Jane.