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Chapter Three:
"Whatever doesn't kill you, simply makes you stranger."
April 13th.
She still couldn't believe that it had happened.
Charlotte had managed to make it out of alive of her meetings with the Joker, not once, but twice.
She supposed she had some type of luck or something. Some type of weird luck where bad things and goods things happened to her simultaneously. It wasn't that Charlotte wasn't thankful - she was entirely - but she couldn't accept or believe any of this had actually happened to her. She was just a normal eighteen year old high school senior, where in the hell did that involve the Joker? She hadn't told anyone of course - and she never would. Charlotte would carry her encounters with the Joker to the grave.
Although the memories were still fresh, Charlotte was just glad it was over. She would move on with her life, and with time, forget that any of this had ever happened. The disturbing image of the Joker's makeup covered face so close to hers would slowly fade from her mind, and eventually from everyone elses. It couldn't be long until Gotham's PD caught the crazy clown, he'd dodged them enough for the past six months. Charlotte supposed it would work one of either ways; the people would become tired of the Joker, or he would become tired of the people. And in her opinion, she firmly believed it would be the former.
After all, every villain had their rise and fall.
Or so she'd thought.
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April 11th.
"WHERE IS IT?!" The Batman roared, hovering over the Joker's crumpled form.
Little did Batsy know, Joker was enjoying this immensely. Surely, Batman knew the "man" in front of him could be severely masochistic, but there was something that he did not know. There was no source that led to it, and the only way he could ever know was if the Bat delved deep into the Joker's mind. And he was just as intimidated by that idea as any other normal person would be.
"Where's what, Batsy?" The Joker grinned gleefully, exposing a mouth filled with blood. He didn't bother to spit it out, he didn't want to miss a minute of the Bat's nervous breakdown, which he was just so achingly close to achieving. The blood spewed as he talked, melting into the red makeup on his scars and giving the white on his chin a pinkish tinge.
The Joker's love for anger and pain rivaled ceaselessly, although to him they were two of the same kind. And that was what Batman would never find out...that if Joker could sit and watch his anger boil over into tens of millions of breakdowns, he wouldn't even bother with this two-bit city. The Joker loved mental breakdowns more than anything in this world - the pleasure he felt from watching a person break apart at the seams was more gratifying than burning any building or threatening Gotham's Elite. The joke was on them - while they cowered in fear and screamed as people burned alive in their precious multimillion dollar buildings, the Joker was free to watch as many people break down as he wanted. That's what he wanted to do to Gotham, cause chaos of the mind...and while he was at it, the establishments. Thinking about this made his blood hotter, and his ripped grin expanded even more to Batman's anger. He was immediately hauled up by the lapels of his purple jacket, his neck cracking as his head tilted back drastically. The Joker gazed up at the man in the cowl, the man that thought himself powerful because of his handy gadgets and other bullshit techniques that he used to "protect" Gotham.
"Ah ah, now Batsy, I've just had this dry cleaned," Joker chuckled gruffly, blood bubbling out of the corners of his mouth, elongating his scars.
"Well, it's gonna be past the point of repair when I'm done with you!" Batman growled in that fucking annoying fake vigilante voice he used. Joker could practically hear the man's vocal chords begging for relief.
"Well, then we're gonna be here for a while. The fabric's pretty durable," Joker grinned, before seeing stars. Batman had knocked his head against the brick wall behind them. The world blurred before it spun, or maybe he was the one spinning. Joker didn't really know, but the high he felt was nearly orgasmic. Joker let out a groan as the Bat released another heavy punch against his smarting jaw. The groan slowly turned into a moan that developed into a peverted laugh. Batman's eyes squinted through his cowl at the leaner man before dropping the Joker. Batman's thin lips curled in disgust.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Where's the detonator, clown!?" The Bat growled, causing the Joker to shriek with laughter. The clown held his abdomen tightly as he laughed, wincing a little at the broken rib he was sure he had just recieved.
"Oh, you have no idea!" Joker exclaimed giggling, picking himself off the floor. He spat a glob of blood onto the already wet pavement. Gotham had been particularly rainy lately, and it irritated him...it made his face paint melt off faster. The Joker shot a bloody, devilish smirk at the vigilante before whispering, "Hey Batsy, wanna hear a joke?"
Batman only growled in response. He wanted to choke the clown so hard that he'd never be able to laugh again. The Joker only smiled, almost sweetly. "This was all just for fun! There isn't any detonator, since ah, no places are set to blow tonight. I, uh, only wanted to have a little rendezvous with you! See, I knew that you'd assume something was , uh, wrong the moment I mentioned a detonator...those really seem to get you, don't they? When are you going to get it? It's all just one big joke! HA! HAHA -"
The Joker hadn't finished, he'd intended to guilt the Bat into coming over to this playdate instead of saving some damsels in distress or going to cry over that broad Rachel...or was it Rose? But before he could utter another laugh, Batman gave him a punch that sent him flying backwards onto the pavement. The Joker wouldn't get up again, his eyes were starting to dull. No, he would lie there in the buzz of dizziness until he faded away. Maybe he would die - he was sure he had some internal bleeding - he wondered what that would be like. Batman's large shadow hovered over him, blocking the glow of the streetlights.
"I won't be so keen to stop myself next time, clown." He growled. Before Joker could respond, he was gone. The clown had never understood why the man did that.
A small thought crossed over Joker's mind as he finally started to slip away. He thought of Charlotte's fearful gaze while he laughed, and without another thought or groan, he was lost in darkness.
Read/Review please! The chapters are only getting darker from here on out! Also, I am aware that the dates can seem like they are backwards, but it's on purpose. The timing in the story is important ;)! x
