Ithurial: This is my first Batman story I'm posting, sorry if the characters are a bit OoC, but I'm working on it. The history of the characters, particularly Crane's, are partially from the comics and partially of my own interpretation. Character likenesses are based on Begins and TDK, where possible, so its Ledger's Joker.
I do not own Batman and the stuff that comes with it or the legend of Sleepy hollow, please tell me what you think and whether I should keep going, thanks.
Lavender Halls chapter 1
To see him striding along the profile of a hill on a windy day, with his clothes bagging and fluttering about him, one might have mistaken him for a genius of famine descending upon the earth or some scarecrow eloped from a cornfield.
-The legend of sleepy hollow, Washington Irving
The smell of Lavender wafting through the halls was different, but not entirely unwelcome by anyone. However, the new aroma did take Jonathan by surprise that morning. That delicate smell cut its way through an average day at Arkham conspiring against it to overwhelm the gray, which was a healthy change for the place where the words "new" and modern where meaningless, and not form over use.
More to the point, the smell made Jonathan think of someone, someone with long blond hair and a smile for everyone. That fragrance always accompanied a young doctor, who was one of the few genuine friendly faces Arkham had seen in a very long time, emphasise on the very. Don't get me wrong Jonathan didn't have a thing for the girl, god forbid she was bearable at the best of times. It was just… familiar.
Now as to why he could smell Lavender in an old building like the one he was currently sitting in attempting to read a book, which was near impossible, what with the din Nigma was creating over deal or no deal, was the important question.
"It's pointless, how they can take an hour to pick a couple of boxes and then cry over it is beyond me. They came on the program with nothing and leave at least 1p richer, how much have they lost? Nothing, that's how much!"
And so it went on. Jonathan however had a feeling that the perfumed mystery would come bounding through that door at any moment, probably with a green haired accomplice, Jonathan couldn't be sure he hadn't been able to see the latest update on the news as, even though he complained about it constantly, Edward felt the need to watch the show every time he got the chance. But, as far as he heard there was no mention of the police picking up the infamous clown, yet.
"That's it I'm changing the channel" Edward announced, Jonathan couldn't believe what he hears, he was actually turning the show over, he had never done so before.
"Just leave it, it's only a programme"
"Well, you would say that, you like it when they start crying."
"Hay, Fears my speciality, not despair" although it's not entirely unwelcome he admitted, not out loud though.
"sure" Nigma over emphasised rolling his eyes and changed the channel anyway. As luck would have it, on to the news channel, which had the jokers face plastered over it.
Well that's answered that question Scarecrow laughed, the police was obviously still looking for the clown prince, no doubt in the aftermath of some explosion; that man wasn't lying about liking dynamite. But that doesn't mean we wont be seeing him around here any time soon.
Jonathan sighed, his counter part was right, like the Batman, Joker had a talent for disruption, not to mention turning up at random times, dragging chaos behind him and dumping it all over you like a make up covered garbage truck.
As predicted within moments of the news going to an add break, the door swung open and in bounced a giggling girl, with blond bunches that swung around like fair ground rides.
"Hay guys!" she smiled, once she had finished hugging Pam who was napping in an arm chair.
"So how was the outside world?" The red head asked dragging Harley to the sofa, pushing Edward to the floor and ignoring his grumblings.
"Brilliant! Mister J's so much fun!" She laughed as she pulled her legs up by her in to a "ready to glomp" position. "We rode around Gotham in a cop car setting people on fire, then we held a couple of pre-schools hostage until Batman turned up."
"Pre-schools?" Pamela was shocked.
"We weren't actually going to hurt the, it was just to attract the Batman"
"Then what happened?" Eddie asked from his new spot on the floor, as Jonathan had taken the only other near comfortable chair in the room.
"Oh, mister J said that while I distracted the Batman he should escape, so that he can rescue me later. He said it'll be fun, like an adventure and he can my knight in shinning armour!"
Everyone ignored the small laugh that came from Jonathan's vicinity and carried on listening to Harley's retelling of her and Jokers chaotic exploits.
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Later that day Jonathan was lying on his bed, listening to the various creaks and grounds that echoed around the old building, the place was never still and silent someone somewhere was always crying, someone laughing, someone talking, someone shouting and someone always screaming. Arkham had that affect on people, that was why Jonathan loved the dump so much. The air was never crisp and clean like it was in the country, the sounds where never nature nor could you hear the shiver of the corn fields. No, it was the furthest thing from the places of his childhood, which made it the perfect escape for Jonathan.
Still, there was something in the air that night, a sort of buzz. Maybe Leland's trying out electroshock therapy on someone he thought half heartedly to him self. No, it was the wrong sort of buzz. Jonathan finally settled on that it was because everyone was expecting the Joker to waltz in and rescue Harley.
Yeah, like that's going to happen Scarecrow scoffed.
He was right, the Joker didn't rescue people, the only person he has any real interest in is the Batman.
Which meant that Jonathan almost had several heart attacks when his door swung open in the middle of the night flooding his dark cell with light, framing the silhouette of a clown.
"Oi Crow, ready to go?"
AN: Now for the continued list of thing I don't own, Deal or no deal (Riddler was watching the English version, why? Because I've never seen the American version, and I'm the one writing *smile*) Somewhere there's a sort of reference to one of the lines in Monty pythons the life of Brian, actually I think that's it….. Not as many as I thought… oh well if I missed one, sorry. Now I'm going to watch Edward scissor hands or Red eye, I cant decide, maybe both, they're both Brilliant, although Red eye does have the magnificent Cillian Murthy. *sigh* Till next time, Bye.
Oh I found it, there's a line, sort of taken from the new song by Just Jake, its called the day I die and its really nice.