The Joke's On You
By: Ocean and Wolf
Disclaimer: We do not own anything beside the knives that the Queen of Hearts uses, Jordan and the Queen of Hearts. They belong to us so don't steal them!
Full Summery:
In the streets of Gotham City, the Joker and his mortal enemy Batman find themselves thrown into a deadly game. Win and catch the bad guy, lose and those they loved the most would die. As the game progresses it becomes clear that they might have more in common they suspected. Can the Joker and Batman put aside their diffrences and defeat the "Queen of Hearts" in time to save Jordan; Joker's obsession and Batman's own cousin?
Pairings: Joker X Jordan
Author Notes: This is a co-written story that I did with 69Vixen69 when we were waiting for Chris when he was being checked out by the doctor. I hope you like it and know that "Love, Lies and Racing" and "Itachi's Angel" will be updated soon. We are both, however, stuck in a rut. Thanks for your time and hope you enjoy this story.
Chapter One - Surprise Visits and Guests:
Gotham City night, ah how I adored the night. It amused me to no end watching the people scurry around like insects in fear of what the night would bring. I nearly laughed as I watched one human being attacked by a group of local thugs, probably for cash. Shaking my head, a let out a small laugh, watching as my companions stared at me with horror written on their faces. They were scared of me I knew, just like everyone else. I was the Queen of Hearts, the bringer of destruction in chaos. Only unlike my counterpart who yelled "off with their heads" I liked playing with mine before, using a large range of knives.
Smirking once more, I gazed down at the streets below me, my breath coming out in gasps as I watched my target leap from building to building. Black rubber suit in the form of a bat like costume… ah indeed this was my next target… Batman. Giggling madly at the thought of how much fun I would have with this new plaything I watched as my companions hid back their horror. Yes, this was going to be a lot more fun then my last plaything, sadly the one known as Spiderman was no fun. He simply had refused to play by my rules and had paid the price. Although it had been fun to watch his foolish attempts to thwart my plans, did he really think he could outsmart me?
THE KING OF HEARTS
Disgust filled the young girl as she walked around a glass building for the fifth time in the past hour. What was it with these people? Was the only thought running through her head, every person she asked for directions thought that it had been funny to send her to the wrong locations. Shaking her head, watching as her black hair bounced around in its ponytail, she gripped her black jean jacket around her tighter, hoping to strive off the coldness, which the falling night was causing. Shivering some more the blue-eyed girl, reached out her hand to stop the next person who passed her.
It was a man she realized, far taller then her small five foot five frame and he was well built, she could feel the muscles beneath his ugly brown jacket. Staring at the tweed, suit jacket for a moment in disgust, the seventeen-year-old girl allowed her gaze to travel up to the owner's face. Deep brown eyes startled her, as they were narrowed at her, a piercing glare that surely would have made her burst into flames if possible. Hair was hidden beneath a hat of some sort (the girl had never been good at telling the different kinds), and was a shade of green. Shrugging it off, the girl stared at his handsome face before noticing the jagged scars extending from his mouth giving the man a sort of smiling look.
"I'm sorry to have to grab you sir, but I'm terribly lost and I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of Wayne Enterprises?" the girl asked, dropping her hand from his jacket.
The man seemed to look at her with that glare some more as her eyes continued to stare at his scars finally he snapped. "What-uh?"
"Oh sorry!" blushed the girl then before stammering. "They are just so beautiful."
The man seemed taken aback by her words, causing the girl to frown. Didn't he see them as beautiful? But then, she supposed that she was the only one who had grown up in a world where scars were pieces of beautiful art. Frowning to herself, she wondered what would happen if she showed the man some of her own scars. After all, she had her own collection of gruesome scars, only hers were manly on her back, chest, legs and arms.
"Fallow me." the man giggled then as he took off on a quick pace.
THE QUEEN OF HEARTS
Surprise was still filtering through the Joker as he glanced over at the woman walking beside him. This woman had seemed to truly believe his scars were beautiful, something which shocked and disturbed him. Not only that she seemed to be mindlessly playing with the small knife she had in her hand. Secretly the Joker couldn't help but wonder if she truly knew that she was playing with it, or did she do it instinctively? Shivering as a blast of cold air hit him, the Joker cast one more glance toward the woman watching as she winced as the coldness hit her ripped, black jean jacket.
Studying the woman beside him, Joker frowned at her black hair that was in a ponytail, twin crimson streaks framing her face. Blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she ignored the glares that were cast their way by the passer-bys. Her black lipstick, dark eye shadow, black jacket and black jeans, with black running shoes, highlighted pale skin. Thin scars stood out in a range of criss-crosses on her neck, giving her the look of wearing a skin coloured choker.
Coming to a halt in front of the Wayne Enterprise building, the Joker watched as the woman babbled on about how thankful she was and how other people had purposely got her lost. Something that caused the impulse to go and kill those who were that foolish to enter the Joker's mind. Shaking his head from his thoughts, the Joker blinked in surprise as the woman hugged him quickly before blushing again and running inside of the building.
Staring after her for a moment, the Joker laughed suddenly, his laughter bordering on hysterical as he looked away. His mind already obsessing over his new knife that he was to buy. Frowning an image of the small silver blade with a red handle engraved with hearts flittered to his mind. The very knife that the woman had been playing with, it had looked deadly sharp and yet the woman had never cut herself once when she flipped it over her hand all those times. Jerking his thoughts from the woman once again, the Joker frowned before walking down the street, feeling a pair of eyes on him as he made his way.
THE JACK OF HEARTS
Destruction and chaos, that was all that the Joker ever seemed to bring with him. Banging his head against the worn, wooden desk that stood in his office. Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy contemplated his alter ego's greatest nemesis. No one other then his elderly butler Alfred knew of Bruce's nightlife as the Dark Knight, Batman. Closing his icy blue eyes, Bruce wove a hand through his hair. Everyday he listened to how Batman was being burned by the media and now thanks to Harvey Dent, Bruce found himself under fire.
Smirking suddenly at the thought of Gotham's "White Knight" facing down the Joker, Bruce let out a bark of laughter. Harvey Dent would shit himself if he ever faced down the Joker. Laughing mentally at the thought, Bruce blinked as a sound of ringing filled his office. Glancing around, Bruce felt a blush creep up onto his face at the realization that he had jumped just because of a phone. Shaking his head, the billionaire reached out a hand to push the button to speak with whoever was calling him.
"Hello." Bruce said his voice biting.
"Mr. Wayne sir?" came the breathy voice that Bruce immediately identified as the greeter/main floor secretary.
Shivers of disgust filled Bruce as he thought about the buxom died blond who had (if Bruce was correct) slept her way into the position of his own personal secretary. After several failed attempts on seducing him, Bruce had depromoted her to the greeter and secretary on the main floor. Now she screened everyone who came in. Which unfortunately by her jealousy streak, Bruce had found himself not bugged by the constant stream of women who desired him.
"There is a whore, excuse me I mean woman here who wants to talk to her." spat the secretary, spitting out whore before making it sound like a mistake.
"Whore?" spat a voice that caused Bruce to smile in the background. "Listen here you skank-"
"I'll be right down." Bruce laughed in the phone.
Quickly getting to his feet, the tall billionaire made his way out of his office, nodding to his new secretary as he went. Walking toward the elevator, Bruce could not help but feel happiness well up inside of him. That voice was one he would know in his sleep, the voice of his only living relative, his cousin Jordan Night. Even after twelve years, her voice had remained the same, the same husky voice that made any males visualize a night of pain and passion. Shaking his head from his thoughts, Bruce frowned cursing the elevator for going so slow.
Finally, after what seemed like hours for the Dark Knight, the doors opened slowly. Stepping into the bright, main entrance, I made my way toward the main desk. Not surprised to see the secretary (what was her name again) dressed in a low cut top that exposed her fake double Ds. In front of her stood another woman, one that caused me to stop. She wore a tank top with a ripped, black jean jacket with black jeans and black running shoes. Black hair was pulled into a high ponytail with twin crimson streaks hanging loose on either side of her face. Only the thin, crisscrossing lines of scars on her neck marred pale skin. Black lipstick, nail polish and biker gloves gave her a look of a Goth as she turned to face him.
"Hello Bruce." the woman said her teeth exposing tiny fangs. "It's been a long time."
Shock filtered through Bruce's system as blue eyes met his own. This was Jordan? God, the little girl he once knew who ran around in a flowered dress with pigtails was gone! In her place was a girl who obviously had to work to gain everything she had. Which Bruce supposed she had, when her parents had died twelve years ago she had been put up for adoption. When Bruce had learned what had happened to his only living family member, he had tried to adopt her only to learn that his cousin had escaped from an abusive home and was now on her own.
"Where have you been Jordan?" Bruce demanded his voice harsh as he stared at her.
Another weak smile broke out on Jordan's face then as she murmured. "Around."
"Around?" asked Bruce.
"Yeah, around." spat Jordan then her voice harsh. "What does it matter where I've been? I'm back now, or perhaps you would prefer if I left again?"
Shaking his head Bruce walked forward and pulled his younger cousin in his arms. Frowning at the way she stiffened before relaxing, her body moulding into his own. Tears soaked his shirt as he clutched his cousin to him. He was so happy to have Jordan back with him. If she were here then maybe, his life would finally begin to turn around.
"Tell me do you have a place to stay?" Bruce asked.
"No." came the answer fallowed by a light flinch as Bruce brushed his arm across her shoulder.
"Then you can stay with me." said Bruce, watching as the secretary flinched.
Walking toward the door, Bruce quickly told her that he would not be back until morning as he led his cousin out into the city. His mind contemplating what this would mean for Batman. After all having someone live in the house that had no idea who he truly was, was going to be an issue. Still, she was his cousin and Bruce knew that he could trust her. They were all each other had, the only family in the world.