Sorry it's been so long since I've updated, but I've been on holiday and then getting ready to go back to College and everything. Anyway please enjoy :) x
The Last Smile
As they drive over another god damn bump in the road and his body is knocked into the side of his wheel chair, he sighs. Obviously this is Strange's not so strange plan to get him into the new Arkham, but really, it is very discourteous to have someone chained to a wheelchair, stick them in the back of a van, chain them to the walls of said van and drive like lunatics through the streets.
Another bump and he grits his teeth. 'Who the bloody hell do they think they are?' He asks himself as his head is thrown side to side and they go round a corner. 'I'll kill every last one of them for this, the Joker does not travel chained like some rabid dog'.
He is just thinking of the many ways he could kill his so called guards with the chains tied around his wrists, when he is suddenly jolted forwards and feels his neck click. Ah, they must have arrived. He feels a prang of excitement start to bubble in his chest. A new Arkham means a new playground, a new place to spread his joy. He smiles as he hears the doors to the van being unbolted and the mumble of voices outside. One of the guards comes in to unchain him from the van, whilst another beings to wheel him out.
Outside, there are large metal doors over 4 stories high with huge bolts and electrical currents passing through - he can hear the buzz. There is barbed wire covering the fences along with marks painted on the floor directing where to go. Apart from the clear indication that this is the entrance to where ever he is, is doesn't look too bad - just another part of Gotham city. Perhaps it was all a prank and there actually isn't a new Arkahm.
The movement of his rolling backwards brings him back.
"It's not so bad having people wheel you around you know," he comments to the guard.
"Shut up",replies the guard.
"Now really", he says in a joking tone. "Have I touched a nerve? Does it make you feel degraded knowing that you have to push me around... like a nanny?" He can't help but laugh as the guards around him blush a deep crimson and look at each other for a sign on how to respond and he laughs even harder.
"Now that is enough Mr Joker", comes a deep voice from behind him. He stops laughing, insulted that someone would dare interrupt his fun.
"Mind wheeling me around boys so I can get a good look at the next man whose tongue I'm going to rip out?"
He hears a chuckle. "That won't be necessary, you may leave now". The guards give him a passing glance as they climb back into the van and rive off. He hears the clanking and rattling as huge doors open up to let the van pass through and gives a low whistle.
"Now this is some security", he says, straining his neck around to see his next victim.
"Indeed it is", comes the voice. "I have every intention of making this facility the first and best of it's kind. It will be my legacy".
"Well don't toot your horn too soon, ducky. I'm one of a kind - if your thinking of keeping me caged up all day like those twits back at the Asylum, you've got another thing coming".
"Oh I wouldn't dream of it Mr Joker", replies the voice. "That is not what I intend. In hear you'll have your own freedom to do what you wish and no one will stop you. You can do whatever takes your fancy and there will be no repercussions for your actions. In fact, I'm quite looking forward to observing you in your new surroundings and how you cope".
"Bit of a perv on the quite then", he jokes. "Don't worry chicken, I'll make sure to put on a good show for you".
"I do hope so, in fact that is why I had you brought to me first. I had hoped to become acquainted with you so we could get to know each other a little better... perhaps help each other".
"What's the catch?" He asks, tilting he head back in hope to see who is standing behind him.
"No catch Mr Joker, I simply wish to study you, to find out about your past and what makes you tick. What your dreams and wishes are. What you fear. Basically what makes you the Joker".
What the duche? He had not being expecting that one. True all doctors wanted to poke and prod at him, each claiming a different diagnosis for his 'illness', but this out shines them all.
"Do you really?" He laughs. "Well sugar, your not the first".
His laughter dies down to a manic grin as the man behind him slowly walks into his line of vision.
And boy does he look the part.
He was tall and beefy, with a bald head but a rather bushy grey beard, his white lab coat was buttoned all the way to his neck and he wore thick black leather gloves, as well as thick round glasses. His overall appearance making him look remarkably like a stereotypical 'Mad Professor'.
"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes", he giggles at the man.
"I'm in no mood for your jokes Mr Joker".
"In no mood for jokes!" He cries, faking outrage. "And I thought I was the crazy one!"
"Im Dr Hugo Strange", replies the man, standing a little taller, apparently very proud of himself. "Im in control of this detention facility... My new Arkham City...and I'm offering you a deal".
"Not for nothing you ain't", he smirks, leaning back in his wheelchair. "If you get to 'study me', what do I get?"
The good doctor smiles. "I'll give you the...how shall we say this...resources...you'll be needing".
"I don't need no resources", he shouts, insulted at the doctors remark.
"You don't, but someone else might".
"What you getting at Strange? What do I care of the other wacko's in this place!"
"Oh I'm sure there must be someone who you might wish to...protect", he says, elongating the last word in his deep voice.
He pretends to look thoughtful. "Nope", he says. "Can't think of anyone".
"You try my patients Mr Joker. I'm well aware that you'll be needing my help if you wish for her to live".
"Her?" He asks, not able to keep the confusion out of his voice. Who the hell was this werido in a coat talking about?
"Oh I see", Strange replies. "You don't know. What a shame. Well... the deal still stands if you... eventually... find out. Good day Mr Joker, I'm sure we will be meeting again very soon. Guards".
He ignores the self satisfied smirk plastered across Strange's face as men in full padded amour come to take him away.
"Oh yes", Strange calls to him. "These are my new TYGER guards, they'll be... taking care of you".
He takes a look at the guards currently surrounding him as he is wheeled to an electric gate down a make shift passage of barbed wire, and realizes how suited up they are, with their extra body covers and fully automatic weapons. Strange must be expecting trouble.
"Nothing like a walk through some barbed wire", he calls to the guards. They ignore him and carry on until they stop at a large automatic door. One of the guards comes towards him and unlocks his restraints. He hears the click of the safety catches unlocking from the guards guns and can see the red lines of sniper rifles cover his body as he stands up.
"Hey look guys, I could have chicken pox!" The guards throw him dirty looks. One tosses him a package particularly hard, obviously trying to knock him over with the force of it.
"No such luck Sonny Jim", he giggles, knowing the guards intention.
He feels the head of a gun between his shoulder blades as he forced to walk forwards.
A guard pulls out a small deciphery thing and fiddles with it until the doors in front hiss and unlock, where there is more barbed wire.
But as they open he can see... Gotham?
He laughs. "Ahhh, to be let lose among the innocent citizens of Gotham again, is it Christmas already?"
The TYGER guards laugh. "No such luck".
And then the doors close, separating him from the guards and Strange and everything he once knew, leaving him alone in Arkham city with nothing but silence and snow.