Well, I am attempting to squish my current Batman fixation by creating a (hopefully) Original idea (to some degree)
Plot: Ashen Green had a normal life. Good job as a logo designer, young, handsome, and single. His only concern was if he would be mugged on the way home from work by Gotham's petty thieves. This all changed when going to the bank for his bi-weekly pay- check hand in made him the unlucky hostage for the newest villain in town. The joker.
All characters besides Ashen Green and friends belongs to the creators of batman.
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A small scratching filled the quiet room over the hum of electric machines. It source was a rapidly moving pencil gliding over a small piece of white paper. The pencil was situated in the loose hand of a young individual, identified as Ashen Green by the small stitched name on the persons tee-shirt. The spread of papers with creative designs and images labelled the young man as an artist. The pencil flowed over the paper, creating an intricate logo, and by the spread papers, was one of numerous attempts. The man signed and placed the image aside, grabbed a new paper, and began anew. A door opened somewhere in the building, the noise echoing into the silent room, before footsteps were heard slowly growing louder. Another man turned a corner into the room, a professional air, strong but friendly, about him. He approached the struggling artist with a small envelope.
"Artist's block?" he said, putting the envelope, which had Ashen Green scribbled on it, atop the steadily growing pile of papers. The young man looked up, showing sparkling blue-green eyes behind rectangular glasses. Letting a sigh, Ashen ran a hand through his shoulder length brown hair and looked at the moderate pile of drawings. "This guy wasn't to overly specific about his design, so I can't really peg down a perfect logo for him. Hopefully he'll like at least one of these." The man chuckled while handing the envelope to Ashen, " This is the 4th night this week you've done overtime. I think you need to take a break. Here's your pay-check, why don't you spend it on some relaxation time. It might clear your head." Ashen chuckled, taking the check. "Alright boss, maybe a nice break would bring the idea's back."
"That's the spirit, I'll see you tomorrow morning alright?" Ashen's boss stood up as the young man gathered his drawings. "Sure thing Mr. Hunt," Mr. Hunt nodded his head and left the room, back to his office on the top floor. Ashen sighed and glanced at unopened envelope. It was true, he had been working over-time a lot lately trying to make the perfect logo for his current client. Gotham's Wayne Enterprises had employed his workplace, Gotham Graphic design, to create the logo for the new branch the monopoly was opening up. He had been given the job as the only free artist available, being only 21 gave small openings for large projects in this business. The only specifications was it had to incorporate the Wayne logo in it somewhere. Not much to work with. Ashen finished packing up and headed to the main door, stepping out and into the more clean streets of Gotham. Turning left, he started on the 10 minute walk to his small apartment.
Ashen had been given a relatively normal life, well normal as one can get while living in a city that sported large mobs, bat clad heroes and insane psychiatric doctors bent on driving people to death by drug induced fear. His family had no major death higher then long gone pets. He had being a somewhat spoiled child, raised in a small town 30 minutes from Gotham and moving out to start a life in Gotham's artist scene.
He had no real mental or physical problem, No ticks or compulsions, besides his morning need of caffeine, and no real major enemies or friends. He was an average guy, leading an average life, in an average apartment, with and average job, receive an average pay-check. He liked to think himself as the picture of normal human life and he was completely fine with that, because it was usually the people who stood out with the extraordinary that got all the problems in life and he was content to keep it that way.
Arriving at a slightly run down apartment building, Ashen pulled out his key and opened the door, heading up 2 flights and walking down the hallway until he arrived at door 311. Opening it he kicked off his worn skater shoes and closed the door, dropping his bag on a nearby table to pick up later. He walked to the kitchen and pinned the pay-check to a small bulletin board to store until he had a chance to bring it to the bank tomorrow. He started on a small meal to curb his hunger a little, he turned on the small, old T.V. to find a mug shot of a clown dressed man with a crazy grin flash up as the news anchor explained the man to be a bank robber and potential murderer. The news stated for anyone heading out to be extremely cautious of him and to immediately notify police. Ashen shook his head at the news and finished his cooking, sitting down to eat in front of the T.V.
The evening passed slowly as the news dragged on, reporting recent mob activity, the latest mobster to be let off by the corrupt system, and the newest happening by the batman and his new villain, the joker. Turning in for the night, Ashen prepared for a usual day in his normal life in Gotham. Little did he suspect that tomorrow would be one of the last days he's see of his 'normal' life.
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Ashen awoke bright and early with the sun hitting his face. Burying his head into his pillow, he groaned and tried to fall back asleep for another few minutes to no avail. Sighing, he sat up and blindly searched for his glasses on the bed table beside him. Putting them on, he stretched and walked to his closet, picking his cloths for the day. Dressed, he walked to his kitchen, grabbed a muffin and took his check off the bulletin board and put it into his pocket. Grabbing his wallet and keys he slipped on his only pair of shoes and headed out. Finding himself outside he walked to the nearest Tim Horton's, grabbed a coffee and bagel, and headed to his bank. Walking in, he sipped his coffee while waiting behind a small elderly lady for the teller. The bank only held about 20 people this early, counting the employee's. its was relatively quiet and efficient without a large rush of costumers demanding attention. Just as the elderly woman reached the teller, a large explosion sounded from the front of the building. Glass flew haphazardly everywhere as people screamed and ducked. Tellers hid behind their booths, people ran for cover behind corners and under the desks around the rooms. Ashen fell to the floor, a small gash from a piece of glass on his lower leg. Crawling to the note desk in the middle of the room people used to fill out forms before going to the teller, he hid behind it as people in painted mesh masks streamed into the building holding guns and knifes, yelling at the people who hadn't hid yet. Ashen's eyes were wide in fear as an insane cackle was heard from the destroyed front doors.
"hello citizens of Gotham, we are today's entertainment. I hope you enjoy the show!" this was followed by another laugh as a man who tried running out the side door was shot by a masked man and fell to the floor. Ashen's heart pounded as foot steps sounded all around him. He squeezed as far under the desk as he could, hoping to not be seen. 'this can't be happening, this can't be happening!', he kept repeating in his mind. A scream sounded to the left as a female teller was grabbed from behind and shoved by masked people to the back, presumably to the money vaults. " Now," The cruel voice held a hint of excitement in it, spiked with glee, "while we take the money, I'm gonna need leverage against the copper's who'll be brave enough to come. So, which one, which one shall I pick?!" A couple of whimpers sounded around the room and people trembled in the hiding places, hoping that the mad man would miss them. Ashen tried to slow his breathing, it having become erratic and very audible. Being in the middle of the room meant he could potentially be the first seen by the mad man robbing the bank to be his meat shield.
Sweat soaked his face as the footsteps of the lead robber drew closer to his spot. A couple of trembling people were desperately trying to stifle their noise as the steps passed them. A pair of brown dress shoes, purple slacks with thin white stripes above them, and a purple trench coat behind this suddenly spun in front of Ashen's hiding spot. Stopping his breathe, Ashen prayed to every god he knew that the man wouldn't bend down and see him. Time seemed to stand still as the legs stayed stationary, the need to breathe catching up with him. As his lungs burned for air, he let out a slow shaky breathe, which must have been more audible then Ashen thought, as the legs suddenly bent and he came face to face with the assailant. A very familiar face stared back at him. White, black, and red face paint, green hair, and the unforgettable Glasgow smile. The joker kneeled in front of him, a vicious smile marring his face, making the Glasgow smile look even more frightening. "We have a winner!" The joker shouted, grabbing his arm in a vice grip and pulling form his hiding spot. Ashen winced and tried to pull himself from the monster's grip, only succeeding in making the Joker grin harder and pull him more jerkily to his feet.
"well now, and who might you be?" The joker grinned had he pulled out a switchblade and grabbing his chin in the same hand, leaving the blade to stick dangerously close to his face. Ashen froze up, barely even registering the question as the joker waved the blade in front of his face. The joker giggled, a frightening sound that rang through the soundless building. He ran the blade along Ashen's face, placing the tip at the corner on his mouth. "Why so serious?" Joker placed the blade firmly in his mouth, causing a small whimper to escape Ashen, his eyes wide and full of fear. The joker just grinned at the sound, grabbing his victims head with his free hand and patting the cheek almost lovingly. "You wanna know how I got these scars?" Ashen didn't dare move or answer, leaving his assailant to do what he wished, praying he'd survive relatively unscathed. The joker licked his lips grinning, relaxing his hands, leaving the knifes blade to sit lightly on Ashen's lower lip. "I had a younger brother once, good kid, always smiling. He could brighten up anyone's day just by smiling to them. Then one day, he gets into an accident, he can't walk anymore, he sits in a wheelchair all day, and he never smiled again. Not like he used to." The joker licked his lips again and leaned closer to ashen, placing the blade firmly to his mouth again. He started up the story again as his henchmen returned from the vaults, laden with bags of money. "So one day, I wanted to cheer him up so I took a blade, much like this one, and did this to myself. I showed him and said, 'see? I can smile, so why can't you?', he screamed, called me a monster, said he never wanted to see me again!" Sirens started up outside as police started arriving. A small trickle of blood escaped Ashen's mouth where the blade had bit slightly into the side of his mouth.
Joker turned to his henchmen, taking the blade from Ashen's mouth and spinning him around, grabbing both of his victims hands behind him. He grinned at the dazed and mortified expression on Ashen's face, placing the blade next to his ear. "well boys, seems the heats on, I wonder if the bats will show this time." The joker grinned and shoved Ashen forward, placing him front of the blasted doors for the cops to see him as they pulled up. He gulped, all his muscles seizing up as the henchmen set some explosives on left side walls, possibly making an escape route. 'Don't panic more Ashen, pull yourself together, you need to think, Think! You need to get out of this madman's clutches without getting shot by henchmen.' He watched as the cops set themselves up behind open cruiser doors and miscellaneous street objects. 'Common corrupt law system, please don't fail me now!' Ashen shouted in his head as the lead cop turned on a megaphone and demanded the joker to give up. 'like that'd work you shitheads, don't just stand there and help me! Where's that stupid crazy man in the bat suit when you need him!' While Ashen was freaking out in his head, Joker had been slowly pulling them to the right, as the henchmen finished the wiring on the explosives. Grinning the joker held his knife to Ashen neck and shouted to the cops "Sorry we can't hang around but I like to go out with a bang!" At the word bang, the wall suddenly blew, showering people with debris and dust. The joker pulled him to the new door, keeping him facing the cops and ran to a parked van, dragging Ashen behind. Opening the side door , the joker jumped in, dragged Ashen inside as he watched a dark shape descend from the sky. The joker grinned and shut the door, locking out some Hench clowns as one of the Hench people started the vehicle up. Ashen was shoved to the ground as the vehicle started speeding down the road at an extreme pace. Rolling over, ashen crawled to the door, hoping get out before Joker noticed. His foot was grabbed and roughly dragged back. Ashen looked up to see the Joker standing over him menacingly.
Ashen had started to hyperventilate by then as the joker grinned down at him. " Nighty-night princess!" A sudden force hit his head and his vision began to swim. Falling to the floor, Ashen gazed up to see the Joker, gripping a pistol in his hand, grinning down at him, while buildings sped past in the window. He saw the Joker reach for something in his pocket as his vision grew dark and he fell unconscious.
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And there you have it. The introduction of another OC batman fic. J I haven't decided on a pairing so im open to suggestions. Any feed back and CONSTRUCTIVE critique is welcome
R&R Youko-kun out.