The Crystal Hyena
Chapter 1: The Crystal Hyena (Otherwise known as The Joker's Transformation)
Disclaimer:
Summery: As punishment for touching a sacred and cursed artifact, the Joker is turned into an animal. What happens when Bruce Wayne adopts him?
"Talking"
'Thinking'
The Poem
I, unfortunately, do not own the Batman.
"Joker! Get back here! You have nowhere to run to! The whole place is surrounded! Surrender now and we might go easy on you!" Came the amplified voice of Commissioner Gordon.
In response, merely cackled madly and continued to run down the halls of Gotham Museum. He was half-way down a hall leading to a back-alley exit when something caught his eye. Backing up a few steps, the Joker stared wide-eyed at something in a glass case before dropping everything in his arms; luckily not breaking any of the priceless artifacts. Giving a short squeal-like sound, he claps his hands to the sides of his face and steps closer.
"Well, give me wings and call me Batsy!" he says before reaching for the large glass case. Lifting it, he tosses it to the side. His face falls and he looks confusedly at a small folded up piece of yellowed paper he hadn't noticed before. Picking it up, he pulls a pair of rectangular glasses from his pocket and reads aloud,
"Beware all thieves,
with crystal eyes and ruby tongues,
for while gold you seek,
that was never yours,
laughing crystal curses,
those whose sleep,
it disturbs."
Blinking, he rereads it before cackling madly once more and folding both back before placing them in a hidden pocket.
"Like some horrible poetry will keep me from stealing this! Hahaha! Priceless! Come to Papa!" He laughs, reaching out and wrapping his fingers around the glass creature. As soon as his flesh connected with the mysteriously warm crystal, its inset ruby eyes started glowing.
He managed a confused, "Huh?", before the silvery-blue light that had started to surround the Hyena shaped crystal began to creep up his arm, making his flesh, muscles, veins, and even bones, screech in pain. After the light made it's way to his shoulder, he sharply drew in a breath and screamed with everything in him. Before long, the light had covered him completely and his world started to blur. When the light grew brighter, he screamed so loudly that half-way through his voice gave out and seconds later, thin trails of blood ran down his chin, dripping onto the floor.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he falls to the floor, unconscious, dragging the glowing crystal with him. The only things witnessing his bizarre and tortuously painful transformation, were the other items and glass casings in the hallway.
I hope you like the first chapter. If anyone has any alterations for me, any helpful hints, just let me know. I know that the poem sucks, but it was the best I could think of. Its basically saying that if you touch it, you will be cursed. Please R&R? And if anyone is wondering, the version I'm using in this story is the one from Boomerang. Also known as Monkey!Joker.