Yo! This is my first ever Batman fic. Yay! or Boo! Which ever way it is seen. This took me forever believe it or not, but I had tons of interruptions. So, I hope you like it and if you do there is a chance it may turn into a series, I just need to here your voice! Therefore, tell me you want more and I'll write more on this, but if not no skin off my bones. Whatever. If there is anyone who reads my Hellboy story I am still alive! But I have a major case of writers block. Sorry. Onwards!
Oh, yeah! I don't own Batman or any aspect of the Dark Knight. I do own my character, however.
-HouseXofXnight
The Joker was walking on the loading dock of Gotham City. He was searching for something, a box of explosives to be specific. The grin he wore could scare anyone as it screamed malice and deceit. Melancholy was the exact opposite of his feelings this evening.
His shoes clicked against the concrete. The moon was fully this night and would sometimes get a glimpse of his figure. Boxes upon boxes stood on each other and threatened to fall from gravity at any moment. The air was filled with the aroma of salt and fish; enough to make a person plug their nose in disgust, but the Joker just walked on as if it did not bother him at all.
His goons were spread out, each wearing a clown mask, looking for the same box as he. There had been no luck yet, but the Joker remained optimistic.
The knife in his right hand glistened as on its own it seemed, even when there was no light flashed upon it. The blade was sharp and carried a bit of dried blood from its previous encounters.
Silence was the only thing present except for the clicking, until the Joker came across a voice and a simple guitar. His feet followed his ears as they led him to a figure sitting at the edge of a dock. His grin grew even more if it was even possible. He slowly, without sound walked over to the figure until he was just 5 feet away. He stopped.
The sound fully engrossed him now.
Are you lonely? Do you hold back?
Will the road ahead keep you on track?
I know you made what real for
but I can't help to die just a little bit more
She just strummed and sang without even realizing he was there. Her voice spun and danced as she went through the words.
When she had finished the Joker, still grinning, put his knife in his pocket, and clapped. The claps were spread apart quite far and made loud booming sounds that vibrated across the boxes surrounding the two. The girl's head turned to face him. No emotion was shown on her face, nor her eyes. Emptiness was the only presence. The Joker, on the other hand, was grinning like a maniac. He started laughing like a maniac at that moment.
"Why so serious, gorgeous?" Her expression made no change as her piercing blue eyes stabbed him. The moon shown down on the two with a full force as they stared at one another. The water behind the girl glistened and gently bobbed up and down. A breeze blew past them. The girls brown hair blew as did the Joker's green.
She turned her back to the murderous maniac. His hand dug into his pocket and pulled out a glistening weapon. His feet grew closer to the girl as she stared towards the giant moon. He stopped once he was beside her and sat. She made no movement. He giggled with glee as if savoring this moment.
"You want to know how I got these scars, gorgeous." She didn't move. This made the Joker frown a bit before he regained a smile. "You see, I used to have a wife.."
"Shut it" The girl was now facing him, glaring. She had interrupted him and he was taken aback. "I didn't come here to listen to your life story. I came here to be alone. So why don't you be a sport and leave me." He stared at her before bursting out in laughter. The gaze of the girl returned to the moon. He started laughing maniacally.
"I loathe people like you." He took he face in his hands; the purple gloves were smooth on her skin. "You've never experience any pain. That's why I've made it my duty to show you people for who you are. You are no better than any criminal out there. Criminals just show the true human nature." He giggled a bit. "I think your face needs a bit of imperfection to it. It's just too perfect." He brought his weapon up and was about to place it into her mouth when she spoke.
"You'd think that wouldn't you?" He faltered some. She lifted her hand up to her cheeks and wiped off her make-up. Scratches, scars, were evident. "There's a little thing we people like to call cover-up theses days." He laughed at her response.
"I like you." They were three words that seemed insignificant when said by anyone, but him. She showed nothing, however. She just picked up her guitar and started strumming yet again.
Some how you have managed to get under my skin
More than anyone ever did
And if every hole makes a scar
And every scar marks its place
Then I will never live freely without your trace
And it'll never be fair
I wrote my songs for you and you never even cared
So I'll forget you
I'll wash your t-shirt and kill the pillow
And cut you out of pictures
The words seemed so simple, but the message played out was strong. The Joker was amused by this girl. Maybe he wouldn't kill her just yet. When her song ended she let go of her guitar. The strap was the only thing keeping it from entering the depths of the water below them. Her legs started to swing back and forth over the dock, much like a child would do. A sigh escaped her pink lips and her lids shut, hiding the blue orbs.
They sat there in silence for a bit, although not without the occasional giggle of the Joker. Wind blew around them, caressing them much like a mother to her newborn child. It circled the two forming their own little vortex or sorts.
"You're wrong." The words were simple and yet the Joker was confused. What was he wrong about? "People aren't always so horrible." This made the Joker have a laughing fit. It lasted 10 minutes straight. The girl pulled her legs up to the rest of her body. "It's true."
"Really, give me one example. You've never seen a person right before they die. People are exactly like me, they just don't show it." The Joker let out a few more giggles. The girl let out a dry chuckle.
"You're wrong yet again. I have seen someone before that moment. Some are not like you. Some are pure at heart." The grin on his face faltered a bit, but still stayed all the same.
"Really, share your experience then." He played with his knife, an act most would cower at. She stayed still. It seemed as though she would never share then she let out a sigh.
"My mother died protecting me." The Joker let out slight giggle. She glared. "Do you mind?" He shook his head no and she sighed. "A man, my father, threatened us with a gun. He pointed it at her and told her to either kill me or she would die." She paused, waiting for him to take that bit of information in. "My father had always hated me. I was blamed for ruining the love between him and my mother. He thought that if he got rid of me the love would return. He had a sadistic logic. My mother instead, lunged for the gun and they fought. In the end both died. My mother from a knife my father grabbed, and my father from the gun. That's how I got these lovely scars. My father abused me some before that incident." The Joker sat there and took it all in before giggling a bit.
"I'm sure your mother had more reason for wanting to save her life. She thought hers was in danger even if she would've killed you." They sat in silence for 5 minutes each thought of what was just said.
The girl got up from her spot next to the mass murderer, turned around, and started making her way down the dock. Her beat up black converse made a slight beating noise.
"Hey, gorgeous. What's your name?" She paused where she stood and looked back to the clown. A smirk graced her lips.
"Carson." With that said she walked on, leaving the clown there, and disappeared into the night.