This story is untitled for now until I can come up with one.
For now my story is Untitled 2.0 so that you guys can find it easier.
By Dimenstional Traveler
VIN (very important note): This time I will try to continue on with this story as much as I can since I'm a full-time student in college.
Rated M for Mature.
Disclaimer: The Batman (2004) cartoon series and its characters do NOT belong to me. This story line does and so are the original characters within it. Just on a note, names and surnames were first searched, found and taken online from several baby name sites. Whatever character, name, and background these OCs have in common with whoever outside this story is PURELY and DEFINITELY under coincidence. I did not under any circumstance copy anything from anybody. I believe there is a STRICT honor among writers and novelists even on . Besides the fact that my story is within the Batman cartoon universe, the plot and original characters are mine.
P.S. If you want my disclaimer, you can have it. Just delete the series part and put whatever on it.
So that there are no confusions later on, my story has a few twists.
Gotham is located in Illinois.
The story will follow the Batman series from the beginning to the end.
P.S.S. The prologue is set six months after the Batman series ends.
Prologue:
E - P.O.V.
I don't know how long I've been running.
It seems as though everytime he gets closer, the pain in my legs seem to throb. Through this apparently gothic-themed city of Gotham drenched in rain, the lights, city streets, and alley walls are all a blur as I push my endurance beyond my limits to escape him and his thugs as I faintly hear my main pursuer scream out my scorned pet name as one of his thugs drive the van chasing me.
"Evviee….."
Fear further fueled my objective to run and find a place to delude the party of clowns long enough to get away to my apartment.
Besides the black overcorset I wore my wool coat and dress pants clung to me as a second skin now.
All feeling numbed by the adrenaline in my veins.
Even after taking short roads and public streets, his persistence is one of amazement and fear.
Eventually I came across the realization that the path I was on was toward a series of bridges that connected to the city's many storm drains and canals below.
I just hope that my former asylum buddy turned stalker keeps in mind that the Batman maybe on his trail by now with the uproar he's caused over me. If my own plan doesn't succeed now, only then will I depend on Batman to save me.
As I quickly ran and squeezed through the afternoon jammed traffic of the street that connected to the passerby bridges that I need to reach, I took a chance to look behind me and saw that the van was a little ways behind me. However, that changed when I noticed that the famed crime clown was now chasing me on foot and the van speeding away from me.
I guess he must have told them to meet him at their hideout somewhere in the city or in worse cases, act as backup but that really doesn't matter much that now instead of a vehicle chasing me, it's a psychotic maniac that literally beats me in stamina and agility.
After squeezing through the last car on the street, I finally made it to one of the bridges and was met with the sounds of rushing water and the sight of the rain merging with the water below. As he got closer, I gripped the stone edges of the bridge, slide my legs over and finally let go, dropping into the canal below me. As I felt gravity pull me down, I wondered if I would survive the drop, let alone live to escape the Joker.
J - P.O.V.
Such a mischievous little minx she is, thinking that she can run from me. I admit I was a bit giddy that she wanted to play tag during our little reunion.
Who had thought that my little mouse was now a student at Gotham University?
It's a shame that she never visits me, let alone call. It's a complete outrage on my part. After all the fun times we had shared together, she ditches ME without a word. ME! THE CLOWN PRINCE OF CRIME!
At least she still puts on a good chase, I've missed those times seeing her stony face crack at my presence and it never gets old, hehe. It's annoying that our little game had to start outside in rain during Gotham's traffic hours.
Since obviously I'll never catch up to her by vehicle, I gave my seemly-mute grunts some advice to better gas the van back our hideout and let me reclaim my toy alone.
What a coincidence that she happens to be making her way to the very place me and Batsy had one of our little trysts. Even stranger is that this day seems to be like a replay of it, only with different players.
As I was finally closing some distance between me and my Evie, I caught a far off glimpse of her near the stone edges of the bridge. What the hell is she trying to pull? As that last thought passed, I saw her slide her form over the bridge and fade away from my sight. I jumped over most of the jammed traffic and slide off the hood of a car then checked the side of the bridge when all I saw was rushing water and the droplets of rain.
I couldn't believe that she had the guts to do it. It's not in her nature to gamble with death! She isn't supposed to leave me without finishing our game, it's not fair!
I see something floating in the water and at close look; it was my dear's coat. To see for myself if she, to less than pleasing expectations, checked out for good; I jumped off the bridge and into the waters below without a second thought.
To my surprise when I grasped the apparently weightless coat in my hand, the water level was only up to my waist. If I can remember, she was smaller than most average girls her age; her height ending only at the top of my chest at best.
That clever little vixen; she learned a new trick!
AAAAHAHAHAHAAH!!
E – P.O.V.
Oh..shit! He's caught on to me.
After hearing the crazed laughter, I slipped into a nearby storm drain as quietly as I can be, then bolted down the straight path of stained stone walls and rusted bars. As I came to the end of the path, I found myself in the sewers of Gotham city. Oh god, of all the places….. I hate my life.
Reluctantly, I traveled on the right path of the sewers being careful where I step. The very foul, grimy surroundings made my skin crawl. Looking at the canal waters was like seeing the sickening ingredients of a witch's brew.
Eventually walking for a moment's time, I came across the ladder on the wall that would lead me back to the streets of Gotham.
When I started to finally feel hope, I was slammed into the wall with my arms in an iron hold by large, but thin hands. As I started to feel consciousness return to me, I heard his voice shouting,"TAG!" followed by the usual laughter that seems to just come at random.
"You know Evie, I must admit, you had me for a sucker when you use your coat as bait to play you for dead."
I couldn't help but be terrified of him and his appearance didn't do anything but fuel that fear.
Chalk-white skin, blood red lips, neon green dreadlocks and his clothes that are fashioned for a ringleader of a circus. He looked like a clown from a horror film. Most people would be horrified of his ghoulish grins but the feature that still and always live to haunt me in my sleep were his eyes. The scleras of his eyes were blood red and the irises flashed gold with almost translucent pupils. I was brought out of my daze when he craned his neck towards me; the tips of our noses almost touching and his damned eyes straight on mine with that same ghoulish grin.
"However, if you made a little less noise, it could have worked."
I saw something black heading toward us slowly but silently. I tried to say something but silenced myself when I realized who it was but I still couldn't get over the fact even after our first meeting, that damned costume was scary.
"Why so pale, my little mouse? You look as though you've seen a ghost," the Joker said mockingly.
With that smooth, but deep tone of his voice, my savior stated his presence. " Not ghost, Joker; more of a bat."
With that said, the Joker once more craned his neck in a way to still keep me his sight while acknowledging his arch-rival and enemy. "Ah, my dear Batsy, if you wanted to share…" at that moment, I felt his body pressing against me further against the soiled wall tightening his hold on me "you just could have asked."
"Get off me!" my voice screamed out echoing through the sewers. I felt tired, hunger, but most of all, violated when my personal space was denied of me and dignity stripped.
Why is it that when I finally reach a state of balance in my life, it all gets shot to hell.
To think that my days of asylums and psychiatric wards were finally over; now I really feel like a fool for ever believing that I can try to become a normal girl. After staying 4 years in a place like Gotham, there is no such thing as normalcy.
The remake is finally up!
Since college is really draining me of my time, I don't know when I will post the next chapter.
Just try to keep checking every now and then for new chapters.