Dark God Returns
Running feet…
Running, running, run for your life little child…
The Clown Prince of Crime wants you dead, and nothing will stop him.
There is no soldier to beat back the dark. There is no hero to enshroud you under his wing. There is no healer for this sickness pervading Gotham, starting to spill contagion into the rest of the world. He has long ago left this stained city, left this world….
Little child knows, because they saw him die. Didn't you, little one?
Saw the hero of the world die, fighting a menace much too strong. Saw him die, his comrades- if they were even comrades- much, much too late to save him. The Dark Angel sacrificed himself for YOU, little guttersnipe… The Hero Gotham Deserved died so you could survive another day. And now you've messed it up.
He's gaining, child, the rival of the Dark God of Order. The Clown Prince of Crime, the Jester of Genocide, the Angel of Death dressed in bruise purple with poison green hair and lips red as blood, etched into a foreversmile…. Jacob has slain his thousands, but this man has slain his tens of thousands… He pursues this tiny lost child and nothing would stop him from avenging someone everyone thought was his greatest enemy.
Sobbing, pleas…. They won't work. The monster won't take pleas. He takes pleasure in screams, the shrieks of the dying, the hope leaving the victim's eyes… He won't spare you, small child. The agony on your dying face will only feed his madness, his grief that the one purpose he had in life was dead and gone. The one he, in his twisted way, loved….. Showed off to gain the attention of.
Oh, yes. The Joker knows all about begging.
Maybe that's why he won't hear you when you beseech him to stop, to leave you alone, to stop killing you…. He will only hear your dying shrieks turn to shrieks of maniacal laughter too like his own. And he will smile, because the insane Angel of Chaos has taken another victim.
That's why you run. Your weak life is nothing to that maniac.
It meant something to the Dark God. It meant enough that he had to die for you. But that meaning died with him…. Or so you thought, wispy tot.
A pair of wings- very familiar wings- sweep over you and behind. The sound of Joker's half delighted, half demented scream fills the air as the first punches and kicks land. The itty-bitty one stumbles into a corner, shocked and stunned at what was right in front of its eyes. A familiar cap swirls as the Soldier of the Dark takes down the Clown Prince of Crime systematically, finally binding him with something or other from his utility belt.
The bijou human being breaks down in tears of wonder. The Dark God has returned.
... I have no idea where this came from. Please don't kill me.
Review please.
- June
