Crissy Madlock in: Stuck Between Two Worlds
A Batman and Chucky cross over
Batman created by Bob Kane; Chucky created by Don Mancini; Crissy Madlock created by Haidan O'Sullivan
'Fuck..' thought Crissy Madlock as she paced about the cold blood stained tile dreading the uneatable, but of course she was on Earth Two, making her 'Mischief' the protégé of the infamous Joker. Much like her advisor, she dawned a painted smile with florescent red hair, with black lace up knee high boots, and her signature red cape which she always wore. For quite some time she had been bouncing between two worlds and knew that at some point in time he was going to find out. She knew that when he did, it would change her worlds' forever.
"Well how the hell was I supposed to know he'd show?" yelled The Joker as he burst through the door, flinging his freshly splattered over coat roughly against the chair. "He came. He fucking came. Why did he come? Hm? Maybe its because he's freakin Batman. He always knows where to go, when to be. We'll have to change that my dear, we'll have to change that." he shouted. "Joker calm down." she soothed. "Let me help you relax." she said as she slipped off his jacket. He waved her away, and plopped into the chair facing the window. Mischief came over to him and started brushing his forest green hair with her fingers. "Shh..Just relax." he took a deep breath, "You were wearing that the night I met you." he said as he exhaled. "I wear it every night I see you Jack." she replied. Mischief was the only person who called him that since the fateful encounter with the Dark Knight in Ace Chemicals which killed Jack Napier and brought to life The Joker. The grandfather clock struck midnight and she knew her time was ticking, she had to get out of there soon. He felt her pull away and reached around and grabbed a hold of her cape, spinning her around. "Leaving so soon?" he sneered as he stood. "I never question you when you leave." the red glint of ruby reflected off her chest and caught his eye. "Where'd you get that?" he said staring at the Heart of Damballa. "Gotham Antiques." "Be back soon. Ill need you Monday." he replied as he let go of the rough fabric. "I always do." she said as she left the room.
A part of her loved hearing the clicking of her heels as she ran down the ally ways until she reached Wilson Ave. Once she was there, she caught her breath as she walked down the beaten road to her old house. The windows were all shattered and there wasn't a front door anymore, but her room was still there, along with the portal that took her to her other home. All she had to do was lay down on her bed and next thing she knew she was in Earth Three. You couldn't tell you where just transported by looking around, for the room was still the same, just like the house and street, but once you left that, you were face to face with New York City. As she walked the lonely back streets of the Bronx, she noticed that her attire had changed,