A.N- This will be short if not sweet and the Joker will be the only character from Batman in this. Anyway I hope you all like it and I shall update as much as I can.
Profanity warning, just by the way!
Disclaimer- DC owns the Joker
"The morning is mundane" I thought incoherently. Music crashed in my head, a soundtrack to the grey world that flashed by the bus window again and again and again. I felt a brief flash of hatred for the mundane people that surrounded me as their inert chatter penetrated my headphones and crept into my head. It passed and I considered the day to come." What shit would I take today? And from whom?" What did it matter really, I had completed all the homework due and it was Wednesday, halfway through the week.
I stopped thinking and resumed my diligent observation of the world outside. The raindrops were making little tracks like snails down the window pane I noted and the road to our right was flooded.
"I'll change you like a remix, then I'll raise you like a phoenix" the song told me and I felt a smile twitch at the corner of my mouth. Hey it wasn't so bad was it really?
The coach rumbled on and the boy behind me drew a smiley face in the condensation on the window as he dared his friend to eat the gum stuck to the underside of the seat.
My hand dipped into my blazer to withdraw my timetable, like I needed to check it, I knew it off by heart. Just habit I guess, my whole life it habit. That's not a complaint it just is.
The song changed, it was The Arctic Monkeys, and again I felt a little hope that the day wouldn't be so bad.
The boy behind me squealed in disgust as presumably the dare had been fulfilled. I started to put my timetable back into my pocket but I never made it. The cycle of habit was broken that very second as something large and metal smashed into my face rendering the world foggy and fragmented. I gasped. My hand automatically reached to protect my head and the world sharpened into perfect colour focus as I was hit with an exquisite blinding agony that tore through all thoughts and made time itself slow. My whole surroundings were pitching and tilting. I could see the sky then the ground then the sky. Something shattered and then I was falling. Falling? Shit, my brain jammed at this thought before with a resonating thud everything ceased and fell utterly silent. There was a soft patter of something dripping and I closed my eyes desperately trying to reassess what the fuck was going on. The quiet remained for an infeasible amount of time. I could see my phone lying in the dirt just out of reach, its screen was cracked but the music played on: "Do the Macarena in the devils lair, but just don't sit down 'cause I've moved your chair."" I started to giggle. A horrified voice in my head told me this was so far from a laughing matter to laugh was utterly mad but never the less my chuckle swelled to an outright "Ha Ha Ha" that came out all chocked and wet like water gurgling down a drain. Then the screams started all along the bus like a Mexican wave of misery.
I roused myself to move, to assess the damage. The bus it should be said now had crashed and rolled down an embankment. It was on its side now and I was lying in the broken window. The grass was all wet on my knees and cut hands. I forced myself upright acknowledging aching arms and throbbing head. But I was alive and okay, mostly okay. I was now stood in front of the boy who had drawn the face on the window. I gave a weak smile by way of comfort as he had split head and was clutching a twisted arm. He stared at me his expression turning from pain to horror his eyes widening and mouth dropping open a fraction as he stumbled frantically backwards, tripping on a seat but continuing to push himself away from me with his feet.
I looked up to see my reflection in the remaining intact window above me. One side of my face showed the frightened eyes of a young girl whose lips were pressed together out of fear and pain. The other side of her face was monstrous. A mouth torn upwards into a gaping, leering smile smudged with a lipstick of scarlet blood that poured uninhibited down her face staining her collar black. A bruise was blossoming round her temple filling in her eye socket like purple clown makeup gone wrong. It was utterly horrific and so out of place, again I started to laugh …so did the thing in the window. It was the last image I saw before I blacked out theatrically not to wake until the end of the week.