Hidden faces
A/N: I got bored with having only a story, so I did a funky format (lol, imliving up to my name…(:P)) so that basically the flashback is the story, but so is the actual story, and so never-mind and read on.
(having an ally)
'God I hate this place…' Michelle wondered to her self as she stared out into Gotham City from the top of one of the multiple buildings. The city stirred memories, ones which she did not enjoy to replay over and over in her mind, but did anyway… She shivered from the cold, holding herself in her arms to shield herself from the piercingly-cold wind. Her blondish-streaked brown hair swayed with the wind and she sighed.
"Life still wonderful, I presume?"
She turned spontaneously at the voice, attempting to locate the owner. There was—…No one in sight. Sighing, Michelle figured it was her head playing with her. Turning, she thought, 'But that was a little too real to not be Joker's-'
"Still up to old ways, Hmm?"
Joker jumped from a high storage box next to her, took her hand, and kissed it, grinning as he did so. In disgust, she stole her hand back and hurriedly wiped it on her leg, still shocked at his appearance.
Joker sighed. "Obviously someone has had too few happy pills in their life, my dear…" A grin formed on his pale face.
"…I've had quite enough, thank you very much…" She looked him over, his half-straight-jacket-vest, dark purple pants,and all. "…You seem the same."
"I am. Oh, do you not think this is a good look for me?" He grinned and swung his arms to and fro, long, green hair swinging with his rhythm. Sighing, Michelle shook her head.
"I meant that you're still the stupid bas-"
"Ah, ah, ah!" He held his index finger to her lips, causing her to stop talking. "Best words are those not said."
"Why would you say that when all you do is talk?"
He shrugged, an endless grin still plastered on his face. "Freedom of speech, dear."
"Why the heck are you back? There's a restraining order-"
"Don't make me stop smiling…remember what happened last time?" Joker grinned at her frown.
"God, and I wish it to never happen again…"
"Then don't let it…You know what I want…"
"-A new Joke book?"
"See, now how can I imply something when the someone I imply something to doesn't get it?..." He whined and looked up towards the moon. "...Have you ever heard of such a stupid thing as 'man on the moon'?-"
"You have. That's where you were sent to when you couldn't be controlled at that damn asylum-"
"And yet I'm still here, aren't I?" Grinning he added, "…so that's what I meant. Stupid to try to stop me…"
"It was the point that counts…"
Joker sighed. "Sooo…"-he held out his wrists-"Turn me in, love?"
"…First, why do you call me 'dear' or 'love'? I mean, why? …Second, I don't really care what you do as long as it doesn't concern me…"
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "That's the Mick I know…"
"Aih! No! God…" Michelle sighed. "There's really no defeating you…"
"Ah, see, I knew you were smart…But that Batman has another idea in mind…"
"Well, I must admit, he did win your last encounter-ment…thing."
"…See! This is why I lost…No one believes in me! No one-"
"-Should, for their own benefit. Besides, if they did-" she took his hand, "-why would you need me?"
Joker's cheeks became a rosy-red, visible on his pale-blue skin. He kept silent.
Smiling, she added, "…I also snabbed one of these…" Michelle pulled out a bottle of strong pain-relievers, knowing he thrived on them. He smiled as the bottle was placed in hispart-way, black-glovedhands. The smile brought a memory, the one where she just found him on the streets, an un-hopeful beggar with no possessions but a hooded tan rain-coat and a quarter, then without a grin.
-----(flashback)-----
Michelle stepped towards the standing person. She was in the park and had noticed the beggar by the bench...
The person seemed to be rather nice but didn't let anyone see their face. She still couldn't tell the gender of the beggar (even though she had been watching for over anhour)because they had kept somewhat hunched-over for no apparent reason. She could tell it—'yes, now I've decided to name the unknown person as "it"… "Unis, the she-male!.." ' She smiled at her thought and, standing next to the person, placed her hand on 'it''s shoulder and 'it' cringed. She concluded 'it' had probably thought they were about to endure a blow or banishment due to an imprisonment order…
"Shh…It's alright. What do you need?"
The hooded head slightly turned in Michelle's direction, a black abyss swelling in the darkness of the hood. Then 'it' sighed and whispered, "…I need only to live…"
"Hmm? Oh, well, I guess you won't really live up to that because you won't live out here on the streets…oh, heh, that's funny…wait, no it wasn't…" frowning, Michelle crossed her arms and pondered the true meaning of what she said, noticing a smile from the inside of the hood…it was a little yellowed, but no one's smile is completely perfect — only the fact a person smiles is what makes it perfect… "So, want a Coke?...Or something, well, if at least if I can actually find something that someone even as weird as me can open..." Michelle rummaged through her grocery-bag. Luckily, she had just endured a 'lovely' visit at the Quick-y-Mart down the street at the Gas Station. "Aha!" she pulled out a six-pack of 'Dr. Pepper' she had intended to give her brother for Valentine's Day (which was today…), but shrugged that off, thinking her brother could endure at least one less soda. "Oh! What about a hot-dog?! Want a hot-dog?" She asked excitedly, noticing one stand that sold them a few meters off.
The covered human shook their head, already embarrassed from getting something from someone they didn't even know.
"Ya know," she started as she handed the person a soda, "I haven't really introduced myself. I'm Michelle. …You?"
"uh-…" the person stopped short, but she was at last able to tell the gender—'it' was masculine.
"Hmm? Oh, It's okay you don't want to tell me your name…What?" He nudged her to stop her from speaking and shook his head and pointed at himself. "..Oh! ..You can't remember!... That it?"
He nodded and his head fell so he could look down at his feet which were covered in black Converse sneakers, though the rips and breaks through the shoe seemed more apparent than the shoe itself. He sat, tired and convinced that he shouldn't allow another slip-up so she could find out more. Snapping open his new soda, he guzzled it down, his body excited for receiving a food item even as low-nutritional as soda…he tossed it into the recycling bin a few yards off. He slid his hand into his left pocket and pulled out a quarter, and did a small trick out of boredom with it. Sighing, he slid it back into his pocket.
"…I won't hurt you. Promise."
He looked up a bit, possibly hopeful, but in remembrance of his self he dropped his head again. "…I don't enjoy how I look right now…"
'Oh, he's got a cool voice…' she thought, smiling. "That's ah-ight. See you later?" She rolled up her black sleeve and scratched her arm, not really wanting to leave someone alone with no purpose.
The hooded guy nodded, somewhat sad for her departure. Michelle walked off and he watched her every-step…
-----(end flashback)-----
"I was alone on those streets and parks…until I met you, that is…" Joker nestled next to Michelle so they could share warmth in the cold night on the roof-top. He stuffed the bottle in his right leg pocket and, wrapping his arm around her waist, he asked, "…Why did you give me that soda? I mean, even though it was only a can of sugar and water and acid…It still was something you gave. Why?"
Michelle sighed and Joker nodded.
"Best words are those not said?…"
"…Aye."
Joker stepped away and sat onto the edge of the building, leaning his back against a raised block of concrete. He unleashed a sigh, the breath exhaled visible in the frosty night.
"…Parents still mad?"
Michelle sighed as well. "Now why do you have to bring that up?"
"Well, I was just wondering about that, remembering that you helped sketch me out of a few, small, demented scenes of trouble…"
"Few? ..Small?...Demented?! GOD, you really know your vocabulary…"
"…That I do, love, that I do…"
Another sigh wriggled its way out of Michelle. "…I guess now they're still pretty uptight, but a little okay with it…" She smiled. "That's my parents—always forgiving me for the stupid things I do…" She frowned and looked to her left, attempting to hold in tears.
Joker looked over at her and rose and embraced Michelle, whispering, "They weren't stupid…not at all…well," he broke offto let her wipe a tear off her face, "not to me, at least."
"So that's it, then. You want me to say "I love you"?"
He grinned. "I believe you just did." Hugging her again, he sighed. "…and I - you."
Michelle shook her head and smiled. "What's that mean?"
"It mean's what I said, except I can't imply nothin'…and that means what I meant for it to mean, Mick, so please excuse my grammar for the time."
"Fine, alright." She smiled and hugged him tighter, not wanting to let him go.
Joker gave a small chuckle. "I think of this as ironic. I come and you hate me. I leave and you love me. No wonder women are the greatest mystery in a man's life…"
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FPM: …baffled?...mahaha, then I have done my job as a writer…wait, no I didn't…okay, yeah, nevermind.
FPM: I guess I like writing this because it's sooooo untrue and prob. wouldn't ever happen…(fyi this is a story I totally made up in my little demented head and it will become more clear and hopefully less stupid as the story progresses…oh, 'Michelle' is no one in particular in the 'series'…)
FPM: It's fun talking to myself…
FPM: yo-ho, yo-ho, a Pirate's life for me…(Pirate is French is said as "Peer-auht!")
FPM: I don't own 'the batman' and this story is 'THE BATMAN' based rather than the actual 'batman' series an stuff…I don't own anybody from 'the batman' or 'batman', but I do own 'Michelle', though not the name, just the dude-ette, and I also own my story and ideas, but my friend owns 'unis the she-male' thing (not me—she's such an original person...) and I also don't own Coke or Dr. Pepper…
FPM: that stuff's good as long as it isn't flat…then it tastes like melted red-popsicles…
FPM: I have no intention of dissing Dr. Pepper companies, after-all, I like it…
FPM: …I feel alone. And loved…(-sigh-) life's dandy…