She woke slowly with a groan. The scent of something, or about to be so, hung thick on the stagnant air. Opening her eyes, she was met with a bare concrete all. The once whit pain on it chipped and peeling. A darkened brown substance was spattered on its chipped surface here and there.
Her brows knit together, as she exhaled harshly through her nose. Realization hit her then, memories flooding to the forefront of her mind. Joker had broker her out of Arkham yesterday. She was in his ware house.
Without even looking, she knew the room held nothing but the bed she slept on, and herself. The way her movements echoed alerted her to that much anyway. She had slept in quite a few ware houses, and she was somewhat contented that she was in a somewhat recognized enjoyment.
From the smell of it, she was located in an old meat hold. One of the many smaller rooms that every ware house held. "Eww… she mumbled, clutching Jack o her chest. This room had no windows, so she was unsure of what the time was, but a dim, light shined from beneath the door.
She had not dared to shut her light off last night. The dark of this room would have killed her. The bare light bulb above her, shined its yellow light. The shade made it hard o see, but she could plainly tell, there was light from the hall outside.
The door, of course, sat closed, and to her left. Standing, she quickly left the rancid scented room. The Hall way outside was much better lit, and smelled three hundred times better. Her bared, slightly dirt feet, slapped against the freezing concrete floors as she slowly made her way about the ware house. She was confident in her direction, every ware house had nearly the same layout. The only differences between them an extra room, or a large store hold.
As she moved, Jack safely in her pocket, she became aware of the hum of many voices. Lots of them were coming from a room in front of her. She did the only sensible thing she could think of. She followed them. Maybe they had some water. She was thirsty as hell.
After passing a few more, empty, darkened rooms, she turned, and paused for a moment at the sight before her. The small room was filled to the brim with very large, very boisterous men. Some of them were wearing cheap looking clown masks. Their faces ranging from wide grins, to deep un realistic frowns. The ones who weren't wearing clown masks, seemed to have them all nearby. Stuffed into pockets, or sitting within reach.
Her eye scammed the room. Twenty men were inside, along with a dingy brown couch that was overrun with bodies, two disgustingly filthy arm chairs, that were being fought over, and a tiny color television. She could see two men wresting for a decrepit remote on the couch.
She giggled lightly, and bounced her way inside. One man, without a clown mask on, had a water bottle at his feet. Without a second though, she scooped it up, opened it, and had it to her lips. She was already out of the room before anyone said a word.
As soon as she had entered, the crowded, slightly stuffy room, it had fallen silent. Even the Television seemed frightened to make a sound as its speakers faded out. Now that she was leaving, a few younger men scrambled after her.
They had just been recruited this morning you see, and were completely UN aware of last night's goings on. All they knew was that they were unsure of how the girl managed to get into the ware house undetected. But she was to damn innocent looking to let Joker take care of… Even if they were now working for one of the most feared men in Gotham, the still had hearts.
Glassglow ignored their scrambling, and turned back down the hall she had earlier been traveling. She wanted to seek out her Cellmate, and question him on her exact purpose. There was no point in dealing with over excited boys.
"Hey! How did you get in here?!" One man, the oldest of the ground of five men, called catching her shoulder. He may have been the oldest, but he was still only twenty one.
Glassglow turned and, moved from the boys grip. She showed him her best smile. "Well…" She sucked in a marge breath. "I was put in Arkham the other day, and I was celled with The Joker, so he told me that he was leaving, and then I told him that I didn't want t go. So I ate, thn fell asleep, the net thing I know, something is exploading, and I'm being carried around in my blanket. Then I found out it was Joker who was doing all tha, so I agreed to join him. Then I went to bed. I womke up, and now I'm here." She finished breathing heavily, and taking long sips of the stolen water bottle.
All the men were silent or two. "She was in Arkham… With the Boss?" A young seventeen year old boy questioned scratching at the back of his longer black hair.
"Yeppers! I'm Glassglow!" She giggled sweetly, her tone one of complete, and utter innocence. She held out her hand to none in particular.
"Oh shit! The Glassglow!? I've followed our kills for a while now!" A tall, lanky, eighteen year old boy called stepping forward, and breaking away from his silent comrades. Hi red hair was cropped short.
Glassglow squealed. "Oh! I always love meeting a fan! Don't Sam Lincolns death was bloody as hell?! I didn't think such a small man could bleed so much!" She squealed, like an excited school girl, her hands waving about quickly in front of her.
It was then that Joker decided to show his painted face. He was back in his suit and he was feeling good. Now all that was left to do, was to get Ki to trust him once more. He had yet to decide if he was going to tell her just who he was, but he knew she wasn't stupid.
She would figure him out sooner or later, and Joker wasn't too sure if he wanted to see what she would become if she realized he had to openly lied to her. That would drive her over an edge she was already teetering on.
With a grin, he stepped from his place in the shadows, and slid an arm about her shoulder. He felt her tense as he pulled her into his side. "Let'sss… introduce you to all the... uh… guyyss." He drawled, moving forward, through the group of now pail faced boys, and back to what he liked to call the lackey lair.
He made sure to keep his strides long, so she would stumble. Glassglow nearly startled him when her tiny hands clutched at his lapel. She has lost her footing completely, and grabbed whatever she could to right herself.
He shook of his surprise, and turned into the Lackey lair. The room fell deathly silent at The Jokers entrance. Joker released Glassglow in an instant, and to his mild displeasure, she did not stumble away from him. She just took a couple steps back.
"Uh… He Boss… Who's the chick?" An older man, that Joker enjoyed calling Phil, questioned. His dark muddy eyes roving over Glassglows form.
"This Is Glassglow… She has soo… Generously decided that she is going to join our… Org-an-iz-ationnn" He stated in a high pitched tone, as he waved his purple gloved hands about.
"The Glassglow? I didn't think that you were really this small!" A very short man, who had a wonderful skill of cleaning up blood, sated with a grin. His name was Vick, and he was the oldest to ever work with Joker, nearly in his forties.
Glassglow giggled. "Yeppers! Now, it has been very nice to meet you all, buuuut… I want out f these ugly clothes, and I have a few… People I need to look for!" She laugh, her childlike voice nearly soothing the men in the room. That was not her intention, she was just too busy thinking about what that Doctor at Arkham had informed her of.
That Fucker Morro… He was probably off hiding. The news of her and Jokers escape was bound to be all over the Television now. She would have to go get some information. No doubt, the fat ass Mob boss had sent out hundreds of false address as to where his location would be…
"You heard her!" Hop-ah. To. It." Joker growled, his voice low, and deep.
I HAVE REATURNED! I'm going to let you know now, that she will not be going after Morro any time soon. There will be new character intros coming up, and Morro has currently taken the backburner. Please Review you guys. Tell your friends about this story, your uncles! Aunts! Creepy neighbors who may be stalking you! XD Let's get the word out!
