"And, thank… you." His words were quick before pulling out two knives and lodging them into the chests of his clown masked minions." The Joker dropped two cards of himself onto the almost dead men. He really was grateful they had set him free, but after all it was only a game.
"Ok come on," he said waving his hand. A shadowy figure came out from a dark room not too far away. "Come on, come on, come on." His voice was excited like that of a little school girl's. Quickly as planned, he tied the impersonator to Batman's rope.
"Ha Hee!" The Joker laughed jumping from the edge of the building. A purple and rectangular parasail opened up rapidly revealing a very basic red smiley face as he glided downward towards the prisoner ferry. Everything was going smoothly.
He landed on the top with a thud. Quickly The Joker wrapped up the purple material and threw it off the side. People were such morons, he thought to himself. Wait till they see my main act.
One of the guards stepped out from under the red awning probably trying to make peace with God before his ship would be blown to smithereens. It was already too late for the civilains to blow up his ship and live. For some reason The Joker had decided not to blow them up right away. The Joker knew this watching the man. He knew that even though the ship was out of harms way, a hilarious amount of explosives were all just waiting.
The Joker clicked his tongue, waiting for the man to turn. Once the guard did The Joker came crashing down upon him. He sprang up in excitement only to pick up the guard by the back of his head and slam it into a rusted guard rail.
"That's right Chuck. And the sight is a dismal one at that. Evacuees will soon be having to pass by their captor who should be arriving shortly with a twelve man escort. Still no sign of Commissioner Gordon." Several other reporters struggled to inform the public over the bitter wind. Cynthia Flapped her hair back obviously frustrated with all of the commotion around her. She was relieved to see the attention shift towards the skyscraper's entrance.
Men in white shirts came out with their arms raised. Each man had a M4 jammed into their back as they walked down the construction ramp. Police ran over immediately to begin cuffing. The criminals were thrown behind barred windows with doors slamming, barricading them in.
A cop grabbed Cynthia's camera man and started pushing him away. All of the news crews were being directed to leave the area. An overweight cop grabbed her from behind and started pushing her out of the police line tape. "Get your hands off me," she yelled trying to catch a glimpse of the deranged lunatic. Fellow reporters were doing the same. For weeks now they had been working to expose The Joker for who he was. This was their first chance to see him and now they were being told to leave.
Members of the SWAT team dressed in black carried him out on a stretcher through the crowd of police. Every appendage was strapped down with three skin tight leather bands. Cynthia caught a glimpse of the man's smiling face with red lipstick smudges.
In person, even from far away, he looked more deranged. His lunatic face half rotted, eyes sunken in surrounded by black make up, greasy hair haven't been washed in weeks all were his idea of fear. Some sort of sick mockery on the whole human race. His clothes were stained with God knows what. His hands shook with excitement or maybe it was some sort of overdose Cynthia couldn't tell. His smile was the last thing she saw.
Harmlessly The Joker stepped off the ship in his new black uniform. He kept his head low and his hat down to prevent anyone from noticing his trademarked scars. His eyes were filled with crazed passion. Excitement shook at his very fingers. Before he raised the blinking remote from his pocket, The Joker licked the edges of his mouth. Everyone seemed to surround his joke, the one man stuck on a restraining table so strung out on morphine he had no idea what was going on around him. There was a quick shrug before pressing the button. He held back a small laugh and widened his grin without stopping to admire the glory.
Shattered windows rained down within the 50 yard radius. The street was covered with shards of glass. Bodies that hadn't incinerated were smashed against the sides of cars and buildings. Screams erupted from all around.
Someone flew past him and slid into the side of a civilian black van. "You think you know someone…" He said the expression with the kindest of gestures to the body. His face contorted into the most normal of manners before he pushed another button. Speakers blared a pre-recorded laughter while thousands ran around him trying to escape another possible explosion.
Above bleeding survivors and buildings blown wide open was giggle. A chuckle at what he had accomplished. People screaming, fleeing in sheer terror, all they could hear besides their own children was a laugh. Mocking them. Mocking a universal emotion that only he, The Joker, would frown upon.
The living prisoners from the evacuation ferry scrambled into the dark alleyways as most guards fell to the ground in defeat or in most cases death.
He walked over to the damaged vehicle and climbed inside the driver's seat. "Ok let's see here," he said pulling an enormous pair of keys out from under his new black coat. The keys jingled in his hand has he tried to start the car with each one. Every time he got one wrong the wrinkles in his forehead tightened and he frowned and shook his head.
A police officer ran up to the window trying one last brave to stop the man. "Freeze!" Without looking up The Joker shot him in the stomach. His intense concentration for the keys couldn't be broken by a mere cop. At random he grabbed one and jammed it into the transmission. He cupped his hand to his ear before turning the key and smiled when he heard the engine rumble to life.
"aeh heh!" The Joker whispered satisfied and tearing off down a side street.
After a while the laughing stopped. The purple coated figure zip lined from the half-built, now half demolished skyscraper, the wind forcing his feet to kick through the air. It was clear he was headed for Grant Tower.
A dark figure, cape flapping in the night, smashed him out of the air. They glided for half a second before colliding through the windows of the Eastern Credit Union. Large desks broke beneath their weight as they rolled across the floor. Batman got up right away to look upon his captured. Immediately he recognized the face through the makeup. It was that of Sgt. Davidson, head of Gotham's crime dog division. He was already dead. His hands had been duct taped to the line before being sent over the edge.
"What have you done?" Batman whispered.
Sirens howled from across the city. As Batman turned around to face the wreckage. Half of the police force had been annihilated. The rest of whom were chasing after Batman for the deaths he wasn't responsible for.
He pulled the half burned letter out from his neck lining and began to read it.
"Dear Bruce,
I'm writing to tell you that I've decided to marry Harvey. I plan on telling him this afternoon. I'm sorry things couldn't work out between us…"
The rest of the note was gone.
OK so this pretty much sets the stage for what's going to happen. I know Rachel's letter is probably wrong because I couldn't find the script to the movie online. Anyway, what do you guys think? Should I continue or no?
