A vampire pays a visit to Gotham City and has a run in with a very intimidating clown. What happens when the vampire falls for said clown? What will happen when a certain vigilante becomes jealous? And when a psychopath with a thing for mocking the clown and the bat decides to, with the aid of a certain plant, steal the heart of the vampire LITERALLY can the two enemies set aside there rivalry in time to save him? Joker/OC, Batman/OC, OC/OC, OC/Ivy Suggested Joker/Batman/OC. Rated for: Violence, gore, rape, strong language, bad humor, and Yaoi.
Note: I do not own Batman and or any Batman related characters in this fic. I only own this fic and the OCs.
A Laugh In The Dark Ch1
In all my undead years as a vampire. In all my travels across the world. I have never found any place, any city, that captures my attention so readily as the city that had become known as 'No Man's Land'. "So this is Gotham City…", I mumble to myself, sitting atop the roof of a building called Wayne Tower. I look out in all directions. Fires burned brightly here and there despite the rain that was coming down. They burned almost as if in defiance of the cold droplets beating against them.
All around me I could hear screams, shots being fired, low explosions…but what really pecked my interest was the laugh. Loud and menacing. It chilled me to my very core. I had never before heard such a laugh as this. I didn't know much about the criminals here in Gotham, as there are far to many to keep track of. But that laugh, I knew there was only one man in all the world who would laugh like that. I had seen reports about him as far away as Japan. The whole world knew and feared him, this 'Clown Prince of Crime' the one and only Joker.
Spreading my bat like wings I glide silently and unseen toward the source of the maniacal laugh. Landing without a sound on another buildings roof top I recoil my wings and glance over the buildings edge searching for…THERE! There he was, standing on the sidewalk right below me. Doubled over with laughter. He was holding a spiked bat with one hand, the other was wrapped tightly around a light pole to keep himself from falling flat on his ass because of the uncontrollable laughing.
"What in the world could be the cause of this laughing fit?" I mentally ask myself. Then I saw them, three bodies bloodied and broken lying lifelessly on the ground three feet away. I then notice that the bat he is carrying is completely blood soaked. Now I understood, he was laughing at his own accomplishment of killing three unarmed people. Or so it would seem anyway. They had no weapons on them now but that doesn't mean they were unarmed when Joker approached them or had been approached. The poor things had bitten off more than they could chew messing with that one.
Then I notice the hysterical laughter was beginning to die down, replaced by fits of giggling. I peer over the roofs edge at the Joker, who was now skipping merrily around the bodies humming a tune I did not recognize. I stared at him for several seconds as he did this, taking in and memorizing every detail about him. His dark purple suit, the orange under shirt, the paper white skin, the dark brushed back green hair, the scars carved into his cheeks from years of laughter and wicked red smeared grins.
Suddenly, to my shock and surprise he stopped. Then slowly he turned his head and gazed upwards…directly at me! Our eyes locked and for a few seconds I could not move. Frozen in awe as he stared at me, possibly trying to figure out who I was. The usual grin had temporarily vanished as he stared up at me.
"How the hell had he known I was here?!" I wondered silently in my head. And then it happened. It started as a twitch, then slowly grew to a smirk, and finally a full on grin. That grin alone was enough to send chills throughout my entire body. I couldn't stop myself. Survival instincts kicked in and I jerked away from the buildings edge. This action set him off again into a mad fit of laughter, but as suddenly as it started the laughter stopped. Cautiously I stepped back to the edge and leaned out. He was gone! I hadn't even heard him move! He was fast, but more frightening then that he was so quiet that even my acute hearing had failed to pick up the sound of his movements.
Suddenly, and seemingly out of nowhere I felt a presence directly behind me. I froze but only for a second. Then turned slowly toward whoever it was who had managed to sneak up on me. I gasped, breath catching in my throat as my eyes locked on the eyes of the man standing less than five feet away. Those eyes, glowing red with bright yellow pupils, would haunt me in my nightmares forever.
"How the…?! When had he…?!", my brain raced with questions. This man, this creature before me, staring at him now this close I realized just why the entire world feared him. With the slightest little effort he could stop a charging bull in its tracks an send it running scared with nothing more than that grin. To say that he scared the hell out of me was a gross understatement. Anger welled up inside of me.
"Pull yourself together damn it! You're a vampire for crying out loud! One of the last true ancients! YOU FEAR NOTHING AND NO ONE!", wailed a voice inside my head. It was true of course. I had no reason to fear this man standing menacingly before me. I could kill him if I were so inclined. And if he were to attack I could simply jump from the roof and fly away. But why then was I just standing there, like a frightened child staring into the eyes of this madman? "Because," I realized, "I was not in my vampire state now, but my human one! THAT'S why I felt afraid."
But before my mind had time to switch my vampire state back on Joker made his move. Running straight at me, bat raised above his head, the movement was so quick and sudden that I barely had time to dodge. The bat came down hard where I was standing completely destroying the buildings plaster ledge. Then suddenly he let go of the bats handle, flipped around and lunged straight at me so quickly I didn't have time to react. We fell. He grinned down at me, hands wrapped tightly around my throat.
Grabbing his wrists I try to free myself from his grasp, but to my surprise his grip was as strong as steel. I couldn't, with all my human forms strength, break free. My vision blurred and I began to loose strength. To my horror I realized I was beginning to black out. Before I did I felt something…something hard rub against my crotch and almost moaned. And would have to if not for Joker's powerful grasp on my throat. The last thing I heard before it all went black was his laugh. Loud, menacing, and triumphant. A laugh in the dark.
I awoke several hours later. Glancing around stiffly I found that I was still on the roof top. It was no longer night, and it had stopped raining. But more importantly, I was alone. The Joker had left, apparently mistaking my black out for death. Rubbing my, now very sore, neck slowly I crawl over to a puddle and examine my reflection. Two bright purple hand shaped bruises had appeared, a painful reminder of what had happened last night.
Flinching at the pain, my mind wandered back to that moment. Staring up into those eyes, bright with malice. My face burned red hot with anger remembering how completely helpless I had felt. But soon the anger was gone, replaced with a feeling that surprised me and made my face burn even hotter as something else flashed through my mind. It was a though of him sitting there pining me to the ground. Legs on either side of me. And I remembered feeling something odd that I had discarded till now. I remember feeling something hard absentmindedly being rubbed against my crotch as he leaned further down tightening his grip on my throat.
Than it struck me, as I knelt there staring wide eyed at my reflection in the pool of water. The thing that had rubbed against me…that had damn near made me moan as I was being strangled…had been the Jokers hardening…Shaking my head violently trying to rid myself of the memory as I scoop up a handful of cold water and splash it on my face and neck. But the thought refused to leave.
"Had the Joker really gotten off on strangling me? And more importantly why the hell had I enjoyed it?!", I absentmindedly thought to myself. But I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts as I realized I had leaned back against the, now broken, roof ledge and had begun stroking myself, the memory flashing again trough my mind. Blushing bright red I quickly stood and was about to summon my wings when I remembered it was day now, and I couldn't risk someone seeing my vampire form. So instead I ran for the fire escape and climbed down.
Once off the building I approached the three bodies still laying where Joker had left them. Two of them had there faces beaten to an unrecognizable bloody pulp, while the third had both legs broken and a hole punched straight through his gut. Apparently Joker had decided to see if he could use his bat like a sword on this poor guy and run him through. I flinched at the sight of it and began to walk along the side walk in random directions letting my mind wander.
Soon I had come upon a park. The grass overgrown and un-kept. A wide variety of flowers bloomed beautifully in all directions. Taking note of a old faded sign that read 'Robinson Park' I think back to news reports I had heard about a villain that had taken up residence within the park. A deadly beauty known as Poison Ivy. As much as I wanted to see her with my own eyes I decided it best not to step into her territory. Instead I took the sidewalk's path around the park. Several hours later, as well as several near misses from rival gangs shooting at random at anything that moved, I had finally made it to the other end of the park.
"Where to go from here?", I wandered aloud to myself before picking a random street and heading down it. About 30 minutes later, having ran part of the way to escape a gang mob who had mistaken me for a rival gang member, I stopped and climbed to the top of a billboard. Sitting on the ledge, having already lost the mob, I leaned back against it and closed my eyes for a few seconds to catch my breath.
After I had somewhat recovered I opened my eyes and looked up at the sign and read, 'Arkham Asylum 3 miles next exit'. "Arkham Asylum?", I wandered aloud intrigued. Shrugging "Why not? Got nothing better to do right now." I said aloud to no one particular, climbed down and started across the bridge leading to the island that held the asylum. After about an hour and a half I reached the front drive of the Asylum.
The gate having long ago been ripped off its hedges, apparently by escaping inmates, was laying broken and bent off to one side. The area around the tall haunted looking building was mostly barren save for the few dead trees scattered around. There branches curled and reached in random directions like clawed hands grasping for something they just couldn't reach.
The sight sent a chill up my spine as I fought the almost overpowering urge to run the other way. Clinching my fists and summoning up what little courage I had left, which this god forsaken sight had not stolen from me, I start up the drive toward the Asylum's front entrance. The doors were wide open, peering inside I listened intently for signs of life. But the only things that reached my ears, besides the scampering feet of vermin, were the ghostly echoes left behind by the ones who had once inhabited Arkham.
Inhaling sharply I forced myself to walk forward. Inside the floors lay littered with papers and rubble. Letting my eyes wander from room to room I realized this area was where the offices were kept, separate and away from the rooms of the insane. Glancing at the names of the doctors who's names were still legible I paused as I came across the door leading to the office belonging to a Dr. Crane. "Crane?", I spoke the name aloud, "This name seems failure. But I cant quite place it." reaching out I grasped the doors handle and turned, it was unlocked.
Opening the door cautiously I glanced inside. There were no windows in this room, the only light was that spilling in through the now open door. Reaching in I found a light switch and flicked it on. To my surprise the one bulb above the desk snapped on obediently. I had half expected it not to, had thought that maybe the electricity had long ago been shut off. But it had, to my relief, not been.