Hey everyone! I saw the Dark Knight and fell in love with the Joker. Please review!! I will update if I get reviews!
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Breakout
This was not Mark Patterson's day. He had just spent the entire afternoon organizing his 15-year-old client's trip to New York only to discover that she had changed her mind and would he please schedule 5 performances in Gotham by Tuesday? After spending the rest of his workday making frantic phone calls to the Gotham Performance Center, he was able to secure a week for his client. Not bad for giving the city a week's notice, but hey, his client was very much in demand.
Mark glanced at his watch as he walked out of his bright, warm office into the cold, wet streets of the city: 12 a.m. He shivered and popped the edges of his collar up around his ears. This was not the neighborhood to be walking through in the middle of the night, but Mark did not care. He couldn't wait to get back to his newly refurbished condo and open a bottle of the most expensive stuff he owned. The agent's mind began to wander as he thought of the pleasures of home, and he did not notice that the light at the crosswalk had changed to the stop motion. Mark stepped into the street only to be forcefully pulled back from the curb. The force of the pull caused him to fall backwards as a truck, horn blaring, roared through the spot that Mark had so recently occupied.
"Th…th…thanks," Mark stuttered, glancing around for his savior.
"No…problem," a voice rasped from the dark alley behind him.
Mark quickly got to his feet and brushed himself off. As he looked down, he saw a copy of the day's newspaper. The headline screamed: Breakout At Arkham! Mark ignored his impulse to pick up the paper and turned instead toward his rescuer.
"I can't believe that! I mean, woosh! It was so…" Mark babbled as he walked towards the voice, "I can't thank you enough, there must be something I can do to thank you."
A strangled sound, almost like suppressed laughter, came from the alley, "No. I don't think that you could do anything for me."
"Oh, no, you see," Mark brushed his expensive coat again in a casual gesture and walked further into the alley, "I have some connections with some pretty high people. In fact, one of my client's has a show booked for next week. I could hook you up with some tickets or—"
A gloved hand closed around his throat and he could feel the cold blade of a knife pressed to his mouth."
"How about," the voice said, "A backstage pass?"
Mark gasped for air as the glove tightened its grip. The cell phone in his pocket began to ring, and the light from its screen illuminated the alley. Mark's scream was muffled by his gloved captor, but his face shone with horror as he recognized the man holding him.
The man's smiling face, stretched wider by the gruesome scars that protruded from the sides of his mouth, was covered in greasy white make-up and his bright eyes were circled in black.
"Good," the Joker said, cracking his neck, "I see no…introductions are in order."
Mark struggled to break the Joker's hold, but the knife cut his lip as he did so.
"Ah, ah, ah," Joker chided, "You wouldn't want to go around looking like me, would you?"
Mark shook his head. The Joker frowned, "Don't you like the scars? I think you just might have hurt my feelings."
Mark quaked as Joker pressed the knife even harder onto his cheek. Joker smiled, "Do you wanna know how I got these scars?"
Mark's eyes widened in terror and the Joker chuckled in pleasure, "Maybe later then. Now, back to business. Your client…that girl…she's coming here next week to bring a little spirit back into Gotham?"
Joker drew blood from Mark's throat when he did not respond, "You see all of this?" Joker gestured to the empty streets, "Do you know why people don't go out at night here?"
Mark shook his head slightly. Joker grinned and pointed to himself proudly, "You see, I have a, uh, reputation to keep up. And I can't have some teenage brat ruining it for me."
Joker slipped his hand into Mark's pocket and removed his phone and schedule book, "So you see where we," he gestured from himself to Mark, "have a little problem. I can't let you let her perform."
Mark managed to free his mouth, cutting himself in the process, "Batman…Batman will stop—"
Joker's smile broadened at the mention of Batman, "Oh yes, I'm counting on a visit from my, uh, old friend."
He released Mark's throat, and the agent collapsed on the ground. Joker knelt next to him, "But you know what? It looks like you're not on the guest list." With a flick of his wrist, Joker slid the knife across Mark's throat.
Mark's hands slid to the gaping hole in his neck, but even then his vision was fading to black. Joker watched Mark's struggles with some amusement before letting out a short bark of laughter and finishing the job.
The only sounds that could be heard now were the drip of blood on concrete and the slow swipes of Joker cleaning his knife on his purple coat as he strolled out of the ally.
"Oh yes," he cackled, smiling down at his picture in the paper, "Things are about to get very…fun."