Note to Zoey Poison, Starlit insanity and blindwithabloodstainedkimono all of your fanfics have inspired me to make my own starring the joker of course
Wish me luck!
I do not own Batman or the joker I only own my OC character and any other unrecognized name.
I never liked coffee. Too bitter. Too hot, it made me shutter when I had little completely necessary sips to stay awake. For me, instead of coffee, my pick-me-up was gum. Strictly Bubble gum not stupid sugar free flavorless sticks of nothing that shrink in your mouth. I mean big square chunks of sugary fruity flavor that could be blown up to the size of your kidney. The stupid thing about this was that I worked at star bucks that only sell sugar free gum (if any) and coffee. My shift ended in ten minutes and I would have to handle maybe 5 more costumer.
"Hi and welcome to starbucks" I sighed.
"yeah whatever, I want a medium mocha latte in a large cup a sprinkle of cinnamon and sugar free whip cream got all of that? Or are you too slow to keep up?" the worst part about this was that rather then the stereo typical grouchy coffee hooked woman at the counter, it was a man. What an ass.
Oh god. Bye job. "ah-ha-ha, fuck you, give me one good reason why I shouldn't kick your ass right here and now?" I cracked a knuckle and smirked, I wanted to so bad I hope he provoked me fast enough so I didn't back out of my poorly thought out plan.
"easy" he snorted "your managers right behind you"
I felt a huge warm hand on my shoulder and was gently lead to the back room. 20 minutes later and a lot of screaming, I was fired. I shrugged it off. The 3rd job in 5 months I got fired from freaking out on someone. I couldn't stand rude people. I untied my apron and removed my green visor setting it down on the table beside me and strolled out. A few bystanders still at their tables were watching me whispering lightly to each other. The asshole guy was sitting at a one person table with his stupid little "i-want-to-be-seen-writing-in-public-otherwise-its-pointless" laptop set up in front of him. Sipping his perfect down to the last detail coffee order and tap tap tapping away until he noticed me which he then smugly and as not discreetly as possible laughed at the absence of my uniform. On my way out I tipped his table over.
I figured I should pick up some gum on my way home seeing as how I had gotten the remainder of my paycheck when I was fired, I could use it for food and other essentials but I planned on working somewhere like a diner as my next odd-job so I could eat at work and buy more gum. Gotham city's street stores were everywhere but without a car my favorite convenient store was 10 blocks away and I walked. I didn't like walking around in Gotham, which is surprising seeing as how I walked everywhere, mostly because I passed by so many mirrors and glass and was constantly reminded of how much I looked like my parents. My dads blackish brown hair, pin straight and useless, my mothers lime green eyes. Its no wonder I had always gotten grief from relatives at get-togethers and my parents funeral that I reminded them so much of my folks. It used to annoy the hell out of my, but now it just haunts my everyday life.
When I arrived at the "stopnsave" Simon was at the counter. I didn't know him as a friend but I came in enough to pick up on people's names. I headed straight for the candy section picking up at least ten packets of grape flavored big league chews, the whole little box of Bubblicious sour berry and the carton of original flavored bubbleyum. The one thing people at the "stopnsave" knew about me was that I was a big gum chewer, so when I set down my load onto the counter to have it rung up, there was no out of the ordinary look from the cashier at my purchase. The bell above the door of the store rang and I didn't bother looking over to see who had entered, the man was about halfway done with scanning my items so I just checked the front page of some random tabloid on the magazine rack near me the headline reading in bold print "JOKER STRIKES AGAIN AND STILL ON LOOSE" a picture of the war painted criminals face was stretched across the page with tinier wording beside it "jokers past is revealed?" "jokers new gang" and my current favorite "joker a woman?".
Simon finished up and dumped the boxes gum into a bag "your total is twenty-six ninety" he stopped short and his facial expression was flooded with pure horror and for a moment I thought he was looking at me.
"ninety two" a voice from behind me finished for him reading off the little green numbers on the cash register screen. I turned and was speechless to see the man currently residing on the tabloids front page. The joker, with his red smile puddles of black for eyes and a white background facing me. He let out a raspy laugh revealing yellow teeth eventually slowing to a giggle and spoke "well hello beautiful" he snickered. I tried desperately to find my lungs and breathe air before passing out. But you could probably guess its fairly hard when Gotham's most notorious criminal is standing before you. Without realizing it, his arm was around my waist and we had moved forward to the cashier to make his purchase. With the jokers free hand he clunked a six pack of grape soda onto the counter and hooked his knife into the handles of my bag and presented it to me. I took it with shaking hands and he let out another raspy laugh directed at me. "I'd
like this" he pointed to the soda "this" he set down the tabloid with him on the
front "and this" he picked me up and sat me down on the counter. Simon gulped looking from me to him to me again. All I could do was mouth "help me" but of course the Joker spoke up before Simon could do anything at all. "hmmmmm cant seem to find a price tag on her" he tugged at the collar of my shirt and let out an excited giggle. Whatever he had read made him happy. "Oh GREAT!" he exclaimed "a sale, I am such a penny pincher" he doubled over at his own joke then straightened up when no one else joined him. His glare rested on Simon still frozen "could we make this quick? I have places to be"
When Simon still didn't move, the joker simply took the items and started walking toward the door. I hadn't realized I was being dragged with him until I fell down. He laughed again and looked down at me. I hopped up and backed away.
"Time to go sweetheart" he giggled as I pressed myself against the frosty glass doors of the drink shelves.
"No" I managed to respond sliding further away from him.
"hmmmmm" he said thinking hard and set down his soda stepping toward me knife still in hand. "That's not a good idea"
I continued to back away and he continued forward "Your. Coming. With. Me." He said slowly like I spoke a different language and was too stupid to understand his intentions. I looked to Simon who was quietly as possible trying to load a gun. Joker laughed and turned around to see what I was look at and promptly shot him with a hand gun that had appeared out of the pocket of his suit pocket.
I gasped as the sight of gushing blood and Simons crumbling body. My white face went greenish and I sunk to the floor.
"now that wont do" he giggled and heaved me up and over his shoulder. I hadn't realized that he had to be at least six feet tall until I noticed how far away the linoleum floor was. The speckles and scuffs of the tile was the last thing I could remember before everything going black.