The Real Gotham
By Nancy Nix
Chapter 2! How you like it. It took me a little while to think up what I should put on here and what I should save for later. Sorry I can only do short chapters it's either short or REALLY long ones and I don't know about you but short ones are normally easier to read when you have lots to do. Once again I refer only once this time to a fellow writer, Claire Napier. Check her stuff out its amazingly-awesome! Enjoy. Batman/Joker Yaoi! tehe
Lightning filled the sky on another darn night. A tall slider man with a purple suit walked down though the dangerous side of town. His large matching purple hat covered his face as he walked on with his stroll.
No one could afford anything nice here. The buildings were crumpled and falling down with old age and neglect. This forgotten place was no other then the original Gotham. Where everything ever began, now lost underneath the newer shiny, flashy perfect Gotham that T.V. shows portrayed. Money was easy to come by in the shiny Gotham, but down here it was rare. When ever anyone got hold of money it was right away spent for drugs. Although money wasn't very common, neither was a tall man in a purple suit walking in the middle of the road.
From his head to his toes he looked loaded. Possibly a rich man who got lost and was trying to enter a meeting or his ritzy suite out looking the "beautiful" Gotham. Rich men had money. Money could get drugs. With drugs you could be happy for once. Very rich men could have that for a long time. This man looked rather more on the richer then rich side. Like zombies, people began to climb out of trash cans, dark corners, and bushes every where. Moaning in pain and hunger the people surrounded the purple man not going to let him go no matter what. The circled people didn't seam to bother the man, all he did was stop walking and calmly put his hand into his jacket pocket.
A younger man who wasn't as bad as the others popped out of the circle a pocket knife in hand. Breaking into a sprint he aimed for a rib to dig his knife into the man. That would make a rich cowardly man give up all he's got right? Untrained and careless the put his entire body into the motion of stabbing. The last thing he saw was the large wide toothed grin of the joker under the large hat; until a large red boxing glove punched him right in the face from inside his jacket. Surprised by the boxing glove the man was sent back flying into the crowd of people watching in confusion and terror. Joker let out a loud laugh for all to hear as he bent backwards and forwards in a laughing fit.
"Now that I have gotten all of you complete attention, how's it going?" Joker flung off his hat and held it to his side as he combed it with his other hand. "I do hope that I don't have too much bed head, I had a meeting with a billionaire this evening." With a large smile joker threw the large boxing glove behind him. Straightening his jacket he introduced him self with a utmost serious face. "As you all know an should know I am the Joker." He smiled as mothers grabbed their children close. "Now, now, now, please don't fear me. I mean come on, we're all practically family!" He pulled out a camera from his inside pocket and ran next to a group of people and took a picture of him in front of them all. "That's going to be a keeper, Uncle Joe is gona want to see that one." He said as he put it back into his pocket and flashed a big smile at them all. "You any of you know why we're family?" He marched back and forth looking at people in the corner of his eyes. A small boy held up his hand. "Yes! You in the back little boy why are we family?" Joker was ecstatic to have a volunteer.
"Because…Because." Sacred and on the spot the boy couldn't think. Joker had a pen and paper out with his thick bug eyed glasses on ready to write down his answer. "Because…We are all…Because you said so?" The boy pleaded into the pale bug eyed Joker's face.
"Good enough for me!" He yelled out whipping off his glasses and tucking them away. "Even better it's because we all have been left her to rot and die! The rich and famous have used us to their greater potential and dropped us down into our personal hell hole we call home! Using us like soda bottles, drinking what we got then forgetting to recycle us! Unable to truly die, we gain in size and never go away!" Joker started to use his hands to talk with putting his entire emotion of hate to the upper world in his little speech. "Well now is the time to fight back! Take from them for what they took form us! Our homes, food but not family." Joker had a evil darker smile for that word. "They can never take our family because we just keep getting bigger! We are the army of the original Gotham City! And we are taking it back!" Joker pulled out a gun and aimed it to the sky. Firing off three rounds confetti and hundred dollar bills flew into the sky to the people. If they weren't convinced already they were now.
Mr. Joker! Thank you so much!" A man groveled at his shoes scuffing them up. Frowning Joker looked down at the man who had many wads of dollar bills in his hands. Crouching down next to him Joker let him a hand.
"Let me help you up cousin." Crazy flashed from behind Joker's eyes but the man was so dumb to realize that. He took his hand and met his end from an electric buzzer on Joker's hand. As the man's smoking body hit the ground people stopped and stared unsure what to do. Run or keep grabbing money. Dusting off his jacket Joker spoke again.
"No one it this family will EVER grovel like a dog ever again! It sickens me and if you do it then you are not apart of this family. You are a spy, and spies have to be killed." Smiling Joker ripped out the slightly burnt money from the mans hands and threw it into the crowed. "Where is Madam Repian?" He calmly asked at the people were still frozen with shock.
"That way Mr. Joker sir." The same little boy got up out of the crowed and pointed off into the darkness.
"Why thank you little one." He turned to go then hesitated. "Here." He gave him his hat and watched it sink down over his eyes. "If any one touches you or that hat tell Uncle Joker ok? Don't let anyone take it from you got that." He was kneeling down next to the boy big white teeth smiling haply as he left the panicked people. Joker left his little gun inside that hat; he thought it would teach the boy a little character. Laughing Joker walked twenty steps before he heard the first gun shot. Hearing the screams he laughed harder. "That's why Batsy gets all those bird-boys! They're so gullible!"
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Stepping into the tent was a total different Joker then the one outside. Things were calmer inside the ten that smelt of woodworm incenses. Taking a deep breath joker walked inside letting the drape behind him fall separating the town from the tent.
"About time, I've been waiting for you for while. I knew you were coming, a dream told me lat night that you were going to try some stupid shit on the people down here. What is it that you want now?" A woman in a large blue and purple cloak sat a rounded table her back to Joker.
"Well if you knew that I was coming, then shouldn't you know why I came?" A large smile crept over his face.
"Wipe that stupid smile off your face before I do. What do you want?" Instantly dropping his smile Joker walked over to the table and sat down. It looked a lot bigger from the door. Sitting in the little chair he bonked his knees trying to get comfy. "Quit squirming around and give me your hand." The old lady threw out her wrinkled hand for his. Carefully Joker placed his hand into hers. Quickly she grabbed hold of it and went off tracing lines here and rubbing there.
"Hehehehehahahahahaha!" Joker tried his best not to laugh and move around to much but she was tickling him.
"Hmmm, ah, yes…Will you ever shut up?! Can't be in a room longer then two minuets without talking or laughing!? You're not going to live to much longer." She flung his hand back at him.
"What?! Madam Repian! How long?!" Panic set into Joker's entire body.
"Hell if I know exactly what day you fool. I'm not a super miracle worker, I do what I can." She sunk back into her chair in a trance.
"Hellooooooooooooo?" Joker waved his hand in front of her hidden face. "Hmm, must be on her lunch break." Joker said before laughing rocking back and forth.
"I said not to laugh inside my house!" The woman sprang to life slapping Joker on the side of the face. Joker fell to the floor in shock holding his slapped face. "Your life will come to end when this sand glass runs out Joker." She placed an hour glass on the table the sand was black as night. "I fear that this is not the only thing." Walking over and picking up a jar of bones the woman tossed them to the fire. Shaking her head back and forth she watched as the bones broke and popped. The smoke changed colors from black to yellow, to green then white. The woman stood inhaling the colors. "Much more then I fear Joker." She turned to him head tilted sideways face still covered. "Your plan will fall flat. You will be betrayed and he will not come for you." Joker stood up towering above the woman. "You may not show fear now my boy but you will. It will feed your army, remember your family doesn't grovel." Sighing Joker walked over to the hour glass and held it in his hands. It was no bigger then a cell phone.
"Ha! I can cheat death!" He flipped it over sot he sand would run the other way. It didn't. It kept going the same way it was already going. Flowing upwards diminishing the amount of sand from one side, and gaining on the other. "That makes no sense! You got and antigravity hour glass? It's not even violet!" Joker pouted.
"Makes jokes all you want. You can't escape your destiny. You will know what you have to do soon enough; it will come to you in dreams." The woman took off her hood to revel that she had no eyes. "I tell you now, better hope for mice."
Ohhhh! Suspense! Mice in a dream means quick elimination of ones enemies :P