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Hiya, missed me? Here's the long awaited seventh chappie to Queen of Clowns.
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I do not own anything to do with the Joker, the Dark Knight, DC comics or Gotham City. I do own Casey and Cassie as they are the same person!
This is all fan made! :)
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The Queen of Clowns
Chapter 7
CPOV
I have always been taught that if you love someone, you will do anything for them. As you can tell, I haven't been in love that much. It has only happened twice. Once when I was five. At that time me and Carly went to the same school.
That was a boy called Daniel Yemmo. I used to hang out will him every recess. I'd even share my ham sandwiches with him from time to time. That was until Harriett Garza also started bringing ham sandwiches with his exact favourite butter. So he denounced his 'relationship' with me and played with her. They are now happily married with two kids. I, however being only five when he broke up with me, was heart broken, and pinkie promised myself that I was never going to have anything to do with boys ever again. A promise, until now has remained in tacked.
Nine years later it happened again, this time with a psychopathic clown called the Joker. We did not share ham sandwiches; he has not gone out with a girl called Harriett that I know of. But he has broken my heart on more than one occasion.
You're probably thinking "why is she telling me this now?" I am telling you this so you won't hate me when you read what I did the night after the disastrous Christmas party.
Casey, after many hours of the cleaning had been done sat on the remaining piece of stage and sighed. Right now she would have been enduring the torture that was Christmas with her family on the outskirts of Gotham. Now she was enduring the torture that was her whole life with the Joker in a warehouse of Gotham. Not much difference then.
Who knows what drove her to do what she did next. Maybe it was her impending insanity, but what ever it was she had given in. Casey walked quickly towards where Carly was being held and grabbed her. "Come on we're going"
"Going? Going where?" Carly asked sleepily
"Somewhere, that's not here. Trust me" was Casey's hurried answer, worried that the Joker had somehow heard her as she led her cousin to the SUV.
"Trust you?" Carly asked untrustingly.
Casey was on the verge of telling Carly who she really was just to get in the car, but decided that physical violence was quicker so she shoved her into the boot.
CPOV
Great I thought as that woman shoved me into the boot of the SUV plunging me in to darkness. Still what could be worse bundled up in a boot of a car, not knowing where I was going or being at the mercy of that psychopathic clown, who, I'm sure, killed my cousin. I don't think I know anyone who would choose the latter. I shifted my weight as we went over a speed bump way too fast. In my new position I listened to the sounds of the engine roaring. How did my life get to this point?
As much as I loved my dear cousin Cassie, I had to admit that it was all her fault. If she hadn't of taken that job in Arkham. She wouldn't have ever met the Joker and if she hadn't met the Joker then she…… I shivered I didn't want to think about it.
Casey stopped the car, sighed and rummaged around in the glove compartment. "It's here somewhere" she said to herself until she found what she was looking for. A set of keys. After forcing Carly out of the boot and locking the car she then proceeded to move of the garage she was currently parked in.
Arriving into an entrance hall and dragging Carly along with her, Casey randomly skipped to the front desk where a bored looking, old man was watching a TV screen that was playing some sort of sports game. He didn't even register that Casey was there until she spoke.
"Any mail for Penthouse one please?" Asked Casey, using her put on Joker voice, which immediately made his head snap up.
"You!" he said, sounding terrified.
"Casey the Queen of Clowns at your service" she said mockingly, "now I was going to kill you…"she said pausing to read his name badge "Sam but I think you could help us"
"Me help you?" asked Sam
"Yes, unless you want your head blown off and your guts all over the floor" she smiled evilly, leaning closer; her eyes were now one of a madman's. All poor Sam could do was shake his head.
"Good, come on then" she pulled him out the bay and to the elevator.
They enter her old apartment and Casey looked around the place. She hadn't been in since she left with the Joker. There was a huge build up of letters all addressed to her and there was the smell of rotting food and milk that had gone off. She led her two captives to the sofa and said "right I'm just going to get something, don't try and escape 'cuz the door is locked and so are the windows and if you do you won't make it out alive kay?"
Casey entered her bedroom and opened a drawer which contained a video camera.
Meanwhile Carly sat on the sofa and thought well this proves it she's dead, and the Joker stole her keys, God what am I gonna do?
Casey re-entered the lounge, set up the video camera and stood in front of the TV holding it. She started it recording and began.
Two hours later and Batman was sitting on top of one of Gotham's roofs looking out at the skyline. He was done surveying west Gotham when he spotted the Bat Signal lighting up the midnight sky. Promptly he jumped of the roof and made it to Gotham PD in record time.
Jim Gordon was waiting for him. "We have a problem" was all that Jim said before he and Batman made their way to a room with a couple of chairs and a projector on a wall. "We have just received this from an unknown source. The man who delivered it wasn't in a fit state to talk. He was dead and horribly mangled. According to the coroner, his injuries to his face and his castration happened whilst he was still alive."
"Any idea who did this?"
"We had an idea even before we saw the video, and we were right"
"Was it her again?"
"Yes, but this doesn't seem to link up to him though"
"She's acting on her own"
"Yes, quite possibly which means that we may be able to catch her and put her in Arkham for good"
"I don't know commissioner; I dealt with her two days ago, she was on her own again and she managed to get away"
"It seems that either she's left the Joker or he doesn't know what she's doing" concluded Jim as he switched the film on. "The man you see here is the man who delivered the film"
The picture began with two people sitting on a sofa, one was a man dressed in a security guards outfit and the other was a blond woman dressed in a leather corset, leather miniskirt and black leather boots. She was crying and there were red marks where handcuffs had rubbed on her tanned skin but otherwise she looked completely unharmed.
Suddenly Casey's Joker voice rang from behind the camera "The main question ... is not what motive inspired the law, but what it will be possible for men of bad motive to do with the law, that's what the Joker has taught me so this is me taking the law into my own hands, see these two innocent people, if Jim Gordon is watching this now than my mate Sammy the security guard has already died" at this point Sam looked shocked and started to cry "oh shush, shush Sam don't cry on camera" Casey mocked. "If Jim Gordon and Batman haven't come to the roof of Galean Apartments by 3:00 am than the Blond Assassin you see on the left will" here she giggled "die" the giggle heightened to a hysterical laugh as it moved towards Sam, Sam started screaming as the knife blade came into view of the camera and the picture went black.
