This story is rated M. 'WORLDS COLLIDE'
This story takes place in it's own reality as characters may be slightly older then they should be.
All characters (unless stated in author's notes at the end of the final chapter) are the property of DC comics.
Chapter 1:
The room softly resounded with the ticking of the carriage clock on Barbara's bedside cabinet. Her long auburn hair sprayed out over the purple pillows and the sound of the latch opening on her large windows was so gentle it did nothing to rouse her from the dream she was immersed in of chasing some ne'er-do-wells in her hover car.
A mumbled call for back up escaped her lips as she turned over, kicking aside the thick purple quilt with it's embroidered mauve flowers as the thin tendril slid into the room through the open window. The dark green flora snaked across the ash blue carpet toward the bed and it's sleeping occupant.
Barbara twitched in her sleep as if to kick away an hand from her ankle. The moon light filled the room and slowly a writhing shadow spread across the floor. The dark green tendril glided up the bed and over the white sheet toward the young sleeping woman. Circling around the dreaming body, the flora gently stroked the mess of brown hair as other vines carefully slithered across the room and onto the bed.
The plants quivered as they slowly crept closer to their target. Barbara's soft skin shimmered in the moonlight with the harsh green of the flora standing clear against her milky white flesh as it wrapped itself around her limbs. The shadow of a rose bud grew from the writhing mass and unfolded.
Barbara slowly opened her deep eyes, the feel of the cool plants pulling her from her sleep. The thin woman stood in the centre of the unfolded rose, her long red hair lit up like fire in the moonlight and the green leaves that rapped around her slender body shivered in the brreze.
"Hello my pretty." Said the red head.
Barbara opened her mouth to scream but the tendrils encased her. As the plant mass moved from the room the young woman encased in flora kicked out, slamming the vines into her bed posts. Punching out she felt the mass quiver as gravity shifted and she knew she was no longer in her bed.
Seconds later, the room was quiet again. The ticking of the clock was interrupted only once by the latch on the windows clicking back into place as a dark green vine retracted from the room and vanished into the darkness.
Across town, in a dark ally in a shady part of Gotham City, we find two men sitting on upturned beer bottle crates and using an old ale barrel as a table. The darkness is almost complete with only the flickering sign above them for light. The green haired man in his purple suit has just dealt and his companion, a man who looks like he would be more at home in a farmers field than a big city, seems none to happy with his hand.
"Well, Scary," The Joker said looking down at his cards. "You seem to have me at a disadvantage."
"To have you at a disadvantage is a rare thing." The Scarecrow said looking down at his two Kings, one Queen, three Aces and Four. "Why do you stay in this city? I am sure there must be richer pickings elsewhere."
The Joker slid two cards into opposing positions to make a run and then looked up. "Yes, but there's no place like home."
"Even with Batman?" Scarecrow swapped the Four for a Seven and glanced around at a rat scuttling through the alley behind them.
"I may have a solution to my rodent problems." Joker eyed his cards for a second and then pulled the Four from it's place and laid it on the table, replacing it with a King.
"Do tell." Scarecrow swapped the Seven for a Two.
"My dear Scarecrow," The Joker said as he shuffled his cards. "All will be revealed, in time." Joker smiled, his face splitting into an evil portrait of humour as he laid down his cards.
"Nice hand Joker." Came the voice from the shadows.
The Scarecrow jumped at the sound. His cards cascading onto the makeshift table as he turned quickly, pulling a syringe filled with purple liquid from his tattered rope belt. "Who's there?"
"Relax Scary old pal." Joker said, gathering the cards together and watching the shadows as two men stepped into the dim light.
"Is this a private game or can anyone join?" Asked the tall bald man as he approached the table.
"Every body's welcome Lex baby." The Joker shuffled the cards as he watched Lex and his tall, thin companion pull creates from the far wall and sit down. "Who's you're friend?"
The Scarecrow slowly turned back to the table. He had been watching Lex and the tall man as they approached from the shadows. Lex was wearing a rather expensive looking suit and walked with a cane. He looked as if he has just stepped off a private jet but it was the taller man that interested Scarecrow. The tall, thin man, with light mocha skin and long, twisted black hair.
"Joker, this is Baron Sunday." Lex motioned to the man sat beside him who was wearing an orange and blue tail coat and midnight blue top-hat. "I thought he might come in useful."
Joker glanced over the man sat beside him. The tail coat was fastened with a belt of bones and his drainpipe trousers were tattered and ripped and the hems. "Baron Sunday, well, I've never been in the presence of aristocracy before. This is a delight, isn't it, Scary? I'd have worn my best suit if I'd have known."
The Scarecrow sat down as the Joker started dealing another round of cards. He wasn't sure but he would have sworn the air had just grew colder and just maybe, the darkness in the alley had just grown darker.
Author's Notes:
Well, there's chapter 1, hope you enjoyed it.