First chapter - First time I write a Fan Fiction - Be nice?
For those who are curious the song in this story is by Tom Waits - Chocolate Jesus!
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"No I don't go to church on Sundays..."
The silence of the infamous asylum that hided itself behind the dark skies over Gotham city seemed to creep out the spine of every single guard and doctor that walked through the already dark halls. The city itself seemed awfully quiet that night. Not even the usual traffic seemed to be heard. Not even the wind seemed to dare to make the slightest sound that night. The only sound that could be heard was a voice. Someone was singing…although you could hardly say that, what that insane man was doing, could be considered singing.
"…Don't get on my knees to pray."
His voice was grim and low. Every word that came out from his red lips seemed to be said carefully, slowly, giving a more terrifying feeling to the entire song. His voice didn't have melody. That song didn't have any instruments playing along. Only silence. The man's voice echoed inside his room. The room where he passed most of the time. Inside of that prison where every mad men like himself ended up in.
"Don't memorize the book of the bible..."
Although his voice was hardly heard outside of his room, the mere sound of it made the halls of Arkham seem terribly hostile. Unwelcoming anyone who even thought of disturbing the man who sat on the top of his bed while singing this terribly grim song. But there was a small sound of footsteps. It was low at first, echoing through the entire asylum. They pressed quickly against the cold floor, like they were in a hurry. And although everyone could hear them, the song didn't stop.
"…I've got my own special way…"
The steps became louder. It was certain that who ever came there was in a hurry. The singing man couldn't help but to show a large smile, hearing a small hesitation once the steps stopped, right in front of his room's door. Who ever that person was seemed nervous. Perhaps even frightened. That seemed to delight the now smiling man. The door opened, revealing a young guard. He had pale skin and beautiful blue eyes that seemed to shake while looking at the man sitting in front of him, hidden by the darkness of the room. Yet, the guard tried to find courage and placed his hands on his belt, trying to show how confident and brave he was. "You have a visit, Mr. Kerr."
The man remained on his sit, like he had ignored the boy. But even between the darkness, the guard could quickly tell that the man turned his head in his direction. And both of his green eyes looked right at him, making the young man swallow nervously. Between the dark, he was only able to see two small green shining points, directly staring at him with frustration. But slowly a large white amount of teeth shined in the dark and a small chuckle invaded the room. "Mr. Kerr? That makes me feel rather old." The man calmly got up, making the young guard give a small step back, his hands grabbing his belt tight. "I have a real name, sonny boy!" The smiling man said in a cheerful tone, two pale hands came out from the dark while the figure walked in his direction. "Why don't you call me Uncle Joker?"
The Clown Prince of Crime stood there in front of the guard, a huge disturbing red smile seemed to fright the young man even more than his penetrating eyes. It was him. The Joker. All locked up in good old Arkham. It wasn't his first visit to the place. No, Joe Kerr had been there before. Not by his free will of course. It was all the Big Bat's fault. He was the one who squished his every plan like an annoying fly, caused terribly fractures to the man and then threw him to that dirty asylum. Oh, how the Harlequin of Hate wished he could get the Bat's neck between his two hands and make him struggle for air…
While entering the visit room, Joker had already been hand-cuffed by the same guard. They believed that by hand cuffing him, they would prevent the Joker from scratching someone's eye out. It had happened before. But suddenly the infamous villain found himself wondering who could be the kind soul who had decided to pay him a visit…at one in the morning. It was way passed the visiting hour. And Joker didn't recall having any girlfriend or family member who'd be so desperate to see him that would perform some kind of subornation to the guards, and perhaps the owners, of Arkham. He was suddenly curious, but seemed to simply blink his eyes in disappointment when seeing a person wearing a large hat and a coat, hiding its face.
The Joker lazily sat down on his uncomfortable chair, and his cuffed hands reached out for the phone that allowed him to hear the person sitting behind the glass. "Good afternoon, Mr. Joker." A feminine voice spoke. It was a rather calm and mature one. The mad man's eyes narrowed, trying to see the face that hided behind the shadow that the hat gave. "Are you one of my fans?" The man asked in a mocking tone while using only two fingers to press the phone against his ear. "It seems the entire 'Anarchy' thing is pretty popular amongst teenage girls these days…" The Joker gave a small snort while his eyes kept staring at the person in front of him. "So; what are you here for? You want my autograph? Ask me some 'personal' questions? Promise me you'll get me out of Arkham?" The smiling man leaned forward, getting closer to the glass while showing a devious smile. "Perhaps offer me a piece of your underwear?"
The pale man chuckled, like he had told a terribly amusing joke. But the woman in front of him didn't seem to find it amusing. Her hand grabbed the phone tighter, feeling a small wave of anger running down her arm. But she didn't make any other movement or sound that revealed how upset she really was. "I can't say I'm a fan of yours, Mr. Joker." The calm voice paused. "I must confess, I found many of your actions rather…reckless and terribly violent for my own personal taste." The Joker's smile became smaller. That voice was terribly calm. It felt like his ear was being dipped in warm honey. He didn't like it. "Regardless, we have something in common. An enemy that we both share." The man's smile grew once again, his red make-up almost reaching his ears while listening to her. He was curious again. But one answer would have to be given to him if she wanted the Joker's attention…
"And who am I speaking to at this time of the night?"
A moment of silence came up. None of the two characters seemed to move. It seemed time had stopped while the female reflected. A small sigh was suddenly heard. "…Of course. How rude of me. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Joker." The woman calmly began to take her thick brown jacket off, revealing a bright green colour right under it. The Joker's eyes seemed to shine with delight when seeing that the person in front of him was wearing, what it seemed like, a bathing suit without any sleeves, long green gloves that reached her elbows. Her skin wasn't as pale as his. Not even close. It had a much livelier colour. A warmer one. "Allow me to introduce myself." The woman took out her hat, allowing long red hair fall over her shoulders. The Harlequin of Hate's smile almost vanished once seeing that woman's face. Beautiful greenish eyes shined in a natural and beautiful way. And naturally red thick lips seemed to show how full of life she was. She was gorgeous without the help of any make-up. "I am Pamela Isley." But he quickly understood… "Call me Poison Ivy."
…She was vicious to.
