The Dark Knight
A/N: My take on how the new Batman movie should go. I posted it once, but it was VERY short spurt of inspiration, and now I think I've got it, plus I made it darker. WARNING this is VERY dark, if you do not wish to read about demented lunatics killing people for NO REASON do not read this fic.
Disclaimer: I do not (unfortunately) own the Batman franchise or anything associated with it, that DID belong to Bob Kane, God bless him, and now belongs to his family, DC Comics, and Warner Brothers.
Gotham City Bank – 12:15 PM
A dark purple van was parked outside of the bank 4 people sat inside. It was dark inside. The only light came from two windows on the exit door
"Alright gents, lets just recap everything," one of them began. He moved to crouch in front of the door blocking what little light there was. "We go in, shoot a bystander, then we move to the teller and I'll… persuade him to give him some cash," he grinned, an evil grin that belonged on a demon. "And gents, put a smile on," he cackled maniacally and opened the door.
His features were illuminated, black-green hair, his skin was ghostly white, his mouth decaying, visible because he was grinning, and he wore a purple suit with a green tie, He dropped the smile and followed his goons into the bank. He pulled out his hand-gun and shot down a woman, her son cried "MOMMY!" and knelt down beside her, crying. The lunatic chuckled and walked up to a teller, twirling his gun as he went.
"Pardon me sir, but can I get a withdrawal please?"
The teller was shaking and his throat was dry. "A-a-absolutely sir… h-h-how m-m-much will you be n-needing?"
"Oh just fill up these bags with the bills of the HIGHEST amount you can find back there," the maniac handed the teller two bags, comically, decorated with dollar signs, he laughed again.
"Don'tcha just LOVE it boys? We can have WHATEVER we want, and the only thing standing in our way, is pathetic little citizens like that one!" he lazily pointed his gun at the woman dead on the ground, her son covering her body and crying. Everyone else in the bank was paralyzed in fear.
The teller returned and handed the murderer his money.
"Why thank you sir, oh and please, smile for me,"
The teller complied, not wanting to give this madman any reason to kill him.
"Thanks very much, I like my victims to go out with a grin on their faces," and with that, he shot the teller. "Ladies and Gents, I'd like to introduce myself!" he took a deck of cards out of his pocket, selected the joker, and tossed it at the dead mother. "I am… The Joker!" with that, he cackled again and began to walk outside toward his van
A/N – There you go, end of the prologue… What do you think? PLEASE review! Feedback is the fuel that feeds the fire of this story!
