Dance With the Devil Tonight
Title Credit Goes to Breaking Benjamin- Dance With The Devil
Disclaimer: I don't own the Joker or Batman-or the Batman franchise for that matter. I wish I did, but alas I don't. Emily's mine though.
The party was starting to get boring. In front of me couples were turning and spinning in time to the music. People were wearing either party gowns, or tuxedo's, but everyone was wearing some sort of masquerade mask.
I was no exception.
Sitting in a chair in the corner I had already had too many flutes of champagne, and was eager to get home. A weariness was taking over my senses; people in Gotham still hadn't realized that throwing either fundraisers or parties was an invitation, to whichever villain was terrorizing the city, to come crash it.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw my boss talking to a woman in a purple gown. An irritated feeling overtook the weariness. It was because of my boss that I was here in the first place.
Arkham Asylum was asked to be present to this fundraiser and my boss asked me to accompany him to it.
It's not like I had anything else to do on a Saturday night. I thought to myself, as I downed another flute angrily.
My mind skipped over to the recent break out of the Joker. Everyone at the Asylum was working overtime because of him. For the past 2 weeks I had been trying to reassure my patients that he would be caught, for they feared he would kill their family members.
The irritation grew stronger as I thought about the clown.
As another waiter walked by with more champagne I shot up and grabbed one, quickly downing this one too, before the waiter could walk away I grabbed another one.
From beside me I heard a deep chuckle. I glanced over at the cause of the chuckle. A tall man wearing a purple suit was standing there. His mask was full faced and was black and white. His dark brown eyes latched onto my green ones.
"Eager to get drunk, are we?" The man standing beside me asked.
A scowl set upon my face as I answered him, "Yes. I hate parties."
The eyes behind the black and white mask crinkled, indicating that he was smiling.
"Well, I hate them too. But you don't see me getting drunk, now do you?" Before I could retort he interrupted me, "Would you, uh, like to dance?"
After thinking his offer over I slowly extended my hand towards him, he grabbed it with his purple, leather clad hand, and led me out to the dance floor. We danced in silence for a couple of songs until we started to talk.
"So what's, ah, your name Love?" He asked me.
"Emily. What's yours?" I told him, looking up into his cold, dark eyes. For a second he looked thoughtful, like he was deciding what to tell me.
"Jack." He swiftly answered.
We danced in silence again for another couple of songs, before he started talking again.
"So, what do you think of the, ah, Joker?" Thoughtfully I shrugged my shoulders.
"I don't know. Honestly he doesn't seem insane or crazy, just a little…. angry? But I never have gotten a chance to meet him." The masked man in front of me seemed to think this was an acceptable answer.
"Who are you here with tonight?" He curiously asked.
Quickly another scowl set upon my lips.
"My boss." I all but growled. Another chuckled escaped from the masked man.
"I take it you don't, um, like your boss, Love?" The next few musical numbers passed, with Jack and me talking.
I was starting to enjoy my time; Jack was smart, funny, and a flirt. But sadly enough at the ending of the song we were dancing to, he let me go.
"Well Love, this has been, ah, fun, and I would just love to spend the rest of the night with you, but I, uh, have a job to complete." The masked man's dark eyes stayed locked on mine as he walked backwards, off the dance floor.
Slowly he pulled a hand gun out of the pocket of his coat, pointed it at the ceiling, and pulled the trigger. Screams echoed around me as people started running, ducking, and hiding. Slowly the masked man pulled off his mask. Underneath was the painted face of the Joker.
From all the entry and exit ways arrived the Joker's henchmen, clad in their clown masks, carrying automatic firearms.
A wicked smile erupted onto the Joker's scarred face as he pointed his gun at a young woman standing just a little to my left, but a few feet in front of me. Before he could pull the trigger though, the wall of windows imploded. Everyone's attention was turned towards the black mass jumping into the room.
The Joker's unmistakable laugh brought everyone's attention back to him. His cackling laugh continued as he shot the woman between the eyes.
Screams erupted again around me as I stood frozen in the middle of the dance floor, the dead woman's blood splattering all over me.
Soon Batman and the Joker were fighting, each one trying to gain the upper hand. All around me the party goers were running for the exits, only to be taken down by the clowns.
Suddenly a knife appeared in the Joker's hand. With a quick jab the Joker impaled Batman in the side, causing the caped crusader to fall to his knees.
Still transfixed with this quick change of events I watched as the Joker repeatedly kick Batman in every available spot. Soon the only people that were standing were the Joker, the 20 or so henchmen, and me. Sirens sounded in the distance.
With one last kick to the now motionless Batman, the Joker rounded on me.
"Why so serious, Love?" Again he cackled.
Brandishing the now bloodied knife, the Joker walked towards my still form. A shudder ripped down my spine as he traced down my jaw bone with his leather clad fingertips.
"Such a shame." He muttered to himself, his tongue darting out and licking his red painted lips. A numbness crept up my body as I readied myself for death. Slowly he leaned in and kissed my right cheek.
Keeping his face close to mine he whispered, "Until next time."
Straightening up he motioned for his henchmen to leave; following behind them.
A few seconds after the retreat I glanced over to see an injured Batman standing by the blown out windows, holding his bleeding side. With one pitying glance at me, he jumped out the window into the black night. Thoughts overtook my mind as I stood frozen in the spot the Joker had left me.
You just spent the last hour, dancing, with the mass murdering clown.
He seemed almost normal though.
So he could fit in with the party.
Why would he dance with me though?
That is a damn good question.
Soon I was left in complete silence. My mind wasn't even producing thoughts.
Minutes later Commissioner Gordon and his team entered the hall; only to see me standing there, frozen in shock, in a bloodied gown with dead partygoers surrounding me.
Looking in the Commissioner's eyes I saw a horrified look take over.
"I-it was the J-j-jo-ker." I stuttered to the stunned police force.
The Commissioner called to one of the other officers, "Call the paramedics!"
Quickly stepping over bodies to get to me, the Commissioner sped his pace up.
He didn't reach me in time though, because everything had gone black.
Before I passed out though, fear encased me as I realized that I had danced with the devil, and lived.