Hey people! Here's another chapter for you, LOOK AT HOW LONG IT IS! I don't know how it got this long, I was just looking for a good stopping place. I guess I just got carried away with writing (which is extremely good) XD. I might try to write like this more, it only took like last night and 3 more hours to do. (With a lot of doing nothing before that, sorry.) So, yeah.
Thanks to those who reviewed, and hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: Any characters you recognise don't belong to me.
The Joker turned his head quickly to the direction the sirens where coming from. 'No, no, no, no… Not yet…' The Joker ducked his head down and pulled up the material covering his face. Pushing past the crowd, the Joker runs up the street to get away from the sirens and once again his pounding head makes it extremely difficult to concentrate. 'I need to get back into the Narrows. Urgh, stupid cops ruin everything.'
"Hey, stop right there!" A voice shouted behind him.
The Joker rolled his eyes, 'Yeah, that'll work, shout at me and I'll stop.'
He stumbled, luckily he kept his balance and didn't fall over, everything was tilted sideways but he still continued onwards.
It felt like something was clawing inside his head, demanding to be let out. The presence just wouldn't stop thrashing about, the Joker could feel his eyes begin to water but of course he would be far too stubborn to let them fall.
The Joker found himself catching his breath behind some of the building of the main road, 'Damn, coming to this part of Gotham was not a good idea. It's almost as bad as the Narrows.' A small chuckle left his lips. The pain from his head eased slightly.
Shouting, further down the road, caught his attention; it wasn't the panic-y shouting of the police nearby, no, this shouting was very calm and collected, like giving orders. The Joker decided it would be more fun to explore over there than hiding from the police at his current position, so he wandered off towards the direction of the noise.
What the Joker saw made his curiosity spike to a very dangerous level, men, only four, carrying many boxes, filled with who-knows-what, into the back entrance of a building (the Joker couldn't see what building from where he was crouching).
A few minuets later they gathered around the back of a dirty, white van quietly chattering with each other. The clown slowly crept forward, wanting to here what the group of people were saying. The sound of footsteps softly hitting the ground behind him and the clatter of a bin hitting the floor instantly made the Joker look behind him, there was nothing there. His eyes darted back and forth searching for the source of the noise.
"Hey Joker!"
The Joker whipped his head back to the group who were now all looking at him, there blank expression and dull eyes sent shivers down his spine, but he did his best to not show them. He slowly began to stand up.
The only one with a normal look to them was the one who started to speak again.
He grinned, one that almost matched his, almost.
"Catch." He simply said, while throwing a phone-sized object at him; which he caught.
As soon as he grabbed the object out of the air, a small 'beep' emitted from it.
The group of people disappeared and the van sped away.
He slowly looked at the building, that was now filled with god knows how many boxes, with realisation. 'Aw, dammit.'
Quickly, he turned and ran back down form where he came from; he'd rather pick his luck with the police than another exploding building. As he got out on the street, he ran into one of the officers, they both stared at each other, the police man out of shock, the Joker because of the extremely funny and awkward moment. But a part of him just wanted to get away; of course they would just take him back to Arkham… if he just ran now he could escape…
The building exploded and everyone around them ducked and cowered in fear. Screams filled the air and people pushed and shoved at each other trying to get away from the area.
In the confusion, someone pulled the Jokers hands behind his back and handcuffed him also pulling the detonator out of his hand. He would have fought back, he would have gone ballistic and grabbed one of his various knives and stabbed them all to the ground but he didn't. Pain suddenly exploded in his head, just as the building near by did, the suddenness of it made his knees buckle, but he didn't fall as someone grabbed his arms and pulled him away.
Something like five minuets later, the Joker was forced back into reality when the powerful sound of sirens blasted their way into his head. He struggled to get up but something across his chest stopped him and his hands were stuck behind his back. The metal on his wrists moved against the sore, bruised and bloody wound, he stopped and took in his surroundings… He was in a car and the sirens were directly above him. 'No… No, nonono. I DON'T WANNA GO BACK!' His head throbbed painfully again, three times before it stopped.
"Let me go…" He said quietly. Not sure if he wanted to be heard or not but with his bandana gone, he could easily be heard.
This caught the attention of the driver who looked in the rear-view mirror.
"What, really? Uh, sorry but no can do." He said disbelievingly.
The Joker sat back and tried to make himself comfy, ignoring the stupid statement he said. "Where we going?"
"Um, well we were going to take you back to Arkham-"
The Joker's eyes widened, he began thinking of ways that he could escape but then he realised that he had no knives with him, the old man had it. He frowned; going to 'Nice Gotham' was not a good idea.
"- But Detective Harlow wants to speak to you."
This made the Joker relax a little, going back to the GCPD then.
"When you say 'speak to', you mean interrogate right? Because if you do, you might want to remember what happened the last time I was 'interrogated'." He smirked. The guy visibly paled. "Didn't anyone mention not to talk to me? They should have, for your sake." His smirk turned into a full blown smile.
"S-shut up."
The Joker was laughed, oh how he love cops.
"What happened to your arm?" The officer said, just wanting to shut the damn clown up, talking was better than laughing, he hoped.
"Hm?" The Joker was too lost in his own world of laughter to even acknowledge what he said.
"Your arm, what happened to it?"
"Now that is a funny story, it all began…" The Joker started, the smile still plastered on his face, telling stories was one of his favourite things.
The policeman sighed, 'Almost there, come on endure it, your almost there.' He thought as the clown continued to tell his bogus story.
Once they made it to the police department, the Joker was once again dragged and pushed out of the car and into the building. There was many people there, none that he recognised until he reached the interrogation room, there he saw Commissioner Gordon, who he gave a smile to.
He was pushed into the room, the handcuffs were removed and the door was locked behind him. The Joker rolled his eyes at the rudeness and gave a small chuckle.
'Hmm, they did a pretty good job at rebuilding this place.' He thought as he looked around, it looked almost the same before he blew it up. He took off the useless jacket and threw it on the back of the chair, which, in a few seconds later, he sat on.
He leaned on the table, and spotted a big red patch on the sleeve of his shirt. He dreaded to think of what it looked like now, so he sat up straight and pulled the ruined fabric up his arm.
The room was very well lit and he could see the mess of skin. The flesh on his arm had began healing and sticking to his once blue sleeve, he winced as he tugged the two apart. It had began bleeding a little again, blood seeping over the few blackened and scabbed areas. The rest of the wound was awfully red, well the open areas, the other part of his arm were still blue and black. All in all, it looked horrific.
He looked up as the door opened, showing the Commissioner.
"Why, hellooo Commissioner. Long time no see." He slowly covered him arm again, in hopes that Gordon wouldn't see, it was one weakness they didn't need to know. But of course the ever observing eyes caught a good look at it.
"You should get that checked out." He said sitting down across from the crazed clown.
"Well I would, if I didn't blow up the hospital." He snickered. "And even if there was a hospital I could go to, why they would help me?" He said like he was talking to a stupid kid.
"They are good people, if someone needs help, they would without hesitation." He said, ignoring the hospital comment.
"Oh please, stop. My heart's breaking. Anyway I did I good job," the Commissioner looked at him dubiously, "What? The bone's still in place." The Joker pulled back his sleeve and lifted it to Gordon's face. "See?" He giggled as the head of police grimaced at the sight.
"You need to… Oh never mind. About down town, why did you blow up that building?"
What? I didn't do that!" He put his arm down.
"You had this." Gordon pulled out the detonator.
"…Yeah."
"It was in your possession when the building went off."
"Does not mean I did it!" Joker almost shouted.
"You're lying." Came a new voice from behind the Commissioner. He turned to see who it was.
"Harlow, now is not-"
The Joker interrupted, "You're the one who wanted to see me, I started to think that you chickened out."
Harlow glared at the clown, but he only got a smile back. He turned to Gordon, "I wanted to talk to him."
"Follow me, we'll talk out side." Gordon said sternly, turning to Joker he said, "Do not do anything."
"Me? What would I do?" He grinned evilly.
Both officers walked out, not bothering to look back at the lunatic.
"That is the reason why I did not want you talking to him."
"What? I didn't do anything." Harlow growled angrily.
"He will not respond the way you want him to if you talk to him like that."
"You're talking like you know him." He didn't let Gordon speak, instead he carried on, "He is not some child you speak to, you can't just ask him nicely and you'll get the answer you want! No, he is a psycho and psychos always have something up their sleeves. Can't you see that he was lying?"
Gordon sighed, "I was deducing whether he was lying or not, I just need him to tell me more."
"So you actually think he could be telling the truth, what a load of -"
"I think he could be, yes."
The look of Harlow's face was priceless; if only it wasn't a serious situation they could have all had a good laugh out of it.
"What? Why? He's a murderer, and he was there at the scene, he was holding the detonator! Of course he did it." The detective was getting frustrated, how could he believe that clown?
"Yes he also likes the attention; to let people know that he had done something, but if you look at what he is wearing then you can see that he didn't want to be seen. One of the officers had told me that he was even wearing a bandana to cover his scars, and he's never done that!" Gordon decided not to mention about Joker not resisting arrest that was something he would need to find more about later.
Harlow sighed in defeat; he obviously couldn't win this argument. "I still want to talk to him."
Gordon gave him a look, the one that says 'think again'.
"At least let me be in the same room." He persuaded.
Gordon let out a long sigh, "Fine, just do as I say and don't interrupt him."
Harlow pulled a face when his boss turned to open the door to the interrogation room, he knew it was childish but it did make him feel better.
