This story is based on The Dark Knight. I will try to keep up with the movie as best as I can. Any feedback that you may have is greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own DC, Batman, The Joker, or any other character that you recongize. I do however, own Abigail, Audrey, and any other character I choose to make up.
I sighed as I looked at the screen of my computer. The curser was flashing at the end of the page, after the first and only sentence that was typed. Why couldn't I think of anything to write? My deadline was due soon, and everything I wrote wasn't good enough compared to my other book. You see, my name is Abigail Raine and I am a recently new author. I have only written one published work and it had gotten many good reviews from the best book critiques in Gotham. I was currently working on the sequel to my first book, The Christmas Killer. I've always heard of Valentine and Halloween killers, but never Christmas killers. So with my writing skills I wrote a book that eventually got published. Big Whoop! Now, I have thousands of fans and my publisher demanding a sequel.
Sighing once again, I reread what I wrote. Not liking what I read, I highlighted and erased that one sentence. I put my head in my hands and growled lightly. Why the hell couldn't I think of anything? I need this book done, but stupid writers block! Deciding that I should just give up for now and take a break, I got up from my desk, put my shoes and coat on, and walked out the door. Gotham wasn't a place where you could just walk outside and expect everything to be fine. You had to be extremely careful about who you bumped into. These streets were filled with mobsters, drug dealers, and Gotham's psychos.
I finally made it to the Starbucks that was around four blocks away from my apartment. I walked in, ordered my mocha latte and sat down at one of the tables. I looked out the window and saw a paperboy standing outside waving a newspaper in the air. On the cover, you could easily see the always smiling face of the Joker. He went around and terrorized the city for fun. I chuckled lightly at that. The Joker and the main character of The Christmas Killer were so much alike. They were both sadistic and killed for the thrill. Not to mention they were both crazy to boot.
By the time I finished my coffee, it was already 6:30 pm and it was dark. I threw my cup out and walked out of Starbucks. I pulled my jacket tighter around my body and started the four block walk back to my apartment. I looked up at the sky and let out a giggle. The Bat Symbol was lighting up a good part of the sky. Every criminal was probably shaking in their boots right about now. I don't get why everyone is so scared of the Batman. To me, he's just someone trying to hide from his life. He's hiding behind a mask and weapons. What other logical thought is there to it?
Finally making it home, I threw my jacket in the closet and turned on the T.V. I sighed as the anchorman talked about the Joker's latest offense. It was actually one of his more normal crimes. He robbed a bank. Granted it was the mobs bank, but it was a bank none the less. You might think me crazy, but I kinda like this Joker guy. He gives something new to Gotham, even if it is a whole bunch of chaos. Personally, I think a little bit of chaos can be good. I laughed as I thought back to when I was 15. I was such a crazy teenager, always breaking rules and doing things I wasn't supposed too. I may have grown up, but that doesn't mean that I like the person I am. I would kill to be how I was when I was a teenager. I guess that is why I like the Joker. He doesn't care what happens. It's all just a game to him.
