Disclaimer: I do not own the Joker or any of the characters in The Dark Knight. But I do own the plot in this story, SO DON'T STEAL IT!
Warnings: Profanity, blood, and spandex.
Thoughts/Flashback
Emphasis/Title
"Talking"
Sadistic Clowns are Bad for Your Health
A tortured wail filled the streets, piercing the night air. People wandering the streets halted their lives for but a moment, an uneasy feeling about them. They subconsciously quickened their pace, trying to head away from the cry, despite not knowing where it came from.
A second shriek erupted from the narrows, clashing against his ear drums. He shifted his wait to his right, aiming in its direction. A low growl emitted from the black clad figure, whom of which was currently gliding through the air.
Slowly he descended onto the rusted roof of a warehouse and made his way over to a filthy pane of glass, a useless and cracked window. Oddly enough, it was open just wide enough to allow entrance.
Pushing paranoid thoughts aside, the masked vigilante climbed down onto a horizontal support beam below, stared past the dim lights and down to the floor.
Dark globs of something-or-other stuck to his cape and something was dripping from the higher of the beams. Assuming it was water, the shrouded man went on with his inspection.
The walls of the warehouse were layered with chipping paint and some type of moss. The place was cluttered with junk medal and the smashed remains of what seemed to be… "bones?" "What the hell?" he muttered.
A sinister voice rang out, echoing on the rusted walls. "Well, it seems you've found my hidey hole!"
"Jo-!" he had no chance to finish as the support beam he was crouching on suddenly gave a teeth grinding screech, and collapsed. It sent him plummeting to the ground with tons of heavy rusted steel rushing after him.
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He woke up confused and in a daze, unaware he had even blacked out. He went to rub his eyes only to find his arms and hands strapped down on either side of him. He tried to move his legs but found they were restrained as well. Panic started to rise in him, even more so when he looked at his legs once more.
Bare.
He eyed his torso and arms again but was greeted with pale flesh instead of the usual black Kevlar. A lump rose in his throat. He groaned as a previously unnoticeable throbbing became stronger with every heartbeat. His head was pounding worse than any hangover he's ever experienced. Not that he Drank a lot.
Realization dawned on him. His mask! He wiggled his nose to find the cowl still in place. He sighed in relief.
"And I thought bats were nocturnal." the voice made him cringe. Gah! So loud! "Joker?" he half growled half mumbled.
"Oh so your awake now?"
The Bat attempted to restrain another uncharacteristic moan but failed in near misery. Every word was like someone drilling into his skull with a spoon.
"Ohh what's wrong batsy? Headache? Well I'd expect as much. You took quite a fall. HAHAHAHA!"
Suddenly the nights events came flooding back to him. The screams, the ware house, the bones, the fall and most of all the searing pain in his skull and cracking noise of steel meeting the hardened rubber of his cowl. Batman choked a sigh as searing pain emitted from what felt like a huge gash in the side of his head.
"Aha oho ha-ha ha! Mpph, ha-ha! Ahem," the insane clown finished his giggle fit and cleared his throat. "It wont be any fun if your distracted by that nasty headache and this will take a lot longer if your ah, mask," he clicked his tongue. "is in the way. Lets fix that…"
Before the bat could protest, he felt the sharp pain of a needle being rudely stabbed
into the exposed part of his neck. A cool liquid spread through out his body calming him and slowed his breathing.
The last thing he remembered was the Joker slipping his cold gloved hand under his mask, tugging upward; the sinisterly painted face of a clown laughing down on him before slipping into unconsciousness.
Authors Notes
Tell me what you think and be honest. Flamers will be used to set fortune cookies on fire. These will get longer and way more bloody.
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Love and Straightjackets,
Miz. Jynx
Chapter 1 *Revised*