Chapter eleven. I have planned the next ten chapters so the next chapter of this should be up in a few days, depending on homework.
Disclaimer: I do not own the dark knight or the joker and I if anyone happens to have a name that is the same as characters in here then please note that this is pure coincidence and I chose them because they are on my list of funny fake names.
The main street was quiet. No traffic travelled along it. The Joker stood in the middle of the road, his breath turning to mist in the frigid night air. He could just make out one of the road blocks at the end of the street, the periodic flashing from the headlights of passing cars and dim glow from the street lights highlighting where the barriers should be.
Car horns and the noise of traffic echoed in the deserted street, as well as the sound of heavy oil barrels that a team of men were attempting to unload quietly. The Joker played with a set of keys, twirling them on his finger as he waited for his lackeys to finish.
One man was leaning against the street sweeper, the only other vehicle in the street, and lighting his cigarette. The Joker sauntered over and threw the man's cigarette on the ground, crushing it underfoot. The man froze in terror, but the Joker only turned away.
The men finished unloading and the Joker gave them a nod to signal that they should continue on to the next phase of the plan. The men opened the barrels and then lowered them carefully on their sides causing thick liquid to spill onto the road.
He climbed up onto the street sweeper and put the key into the ignition.
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The news reporter had gotten her promotion and was now reporting from the studio. She shuffled her papers and waited for the camera man to finish his countdown.
"Good morning, I'm Faye Slift and you're watching Gotham News.
Early this morning Lincoln Street was found to be a lot more colourful than usual, with the road and pavement painted purple and green. Many speculate that the Joker is responsible as he often wears a purple and green suit.
It is unknown how he was able to coat the entire street with a layer of paint in one night but police are investigating the scene and will hopefully find clues that could lead them to the Joker's current hideout.
The road, which was painted a bright purple, also had Joker cards glued to its surface where the white lines originally would have been.
There were a few eyewitnesses who said that they saw the street being closed off at both ends by men in police uniform, but said that they didn't think much of the unusual occurrence. The police have issued a message to the citizens of Gotham requesting that they keep a look out for anything unusual and would like people to call the police department if they see any strange activity.
In other news, the first Australian female Prime Minister has been sworn in today…"
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The commissioner made his way through the large crowd that had gathered and climbed over the police barrier that had been set up at the end of Lincoln Street.
He had expected the paint to be still wet but to his surprise it was dry when he bent down to touch it. The street hadn't been painted evenly, brush strokes and bubbles could be seen and in some places the black bitumen was visible.
The commissioner walked over to the senior detective who was standing near a street sweeper that had been run onto the footpath.
"What's all this then? Incorrectly parked vehicle? Obstruction of a public walkway with an unregistered vehicle?" Gordon joked.
"Morning sir, you can add graffiti to that list of crimes," the detective replied, looking down at the road.
"Have you found any clues?" Gordon asked.
"None sir, but I have come to conclusions about how he managed to paint the whole street in one night."
"Indeed?"
"Yes, I believe that, after hearing reports from eyewitnesses, the Joker had hired help that he had dress up as police officers and block off both ends of the street. He then had them unload a few barrels from a truck, you can see marks in the paint, they probably spilled the paint on the ground and by the looks of it spread it around using brooms and this street sweeper here. The man on the sweeper then got out and put joker cards where the white lines would have been originally, you can see his footprints here," he explained and pointed towards a set of footprints that headed away from the street sweeper.
"That is a very good explanation as to how it was done and it is quite obvious who did it," Gordon said, "but do you have any idea why?"
The detective shook his head.
"Unfortunately no, we haven't found anything suspicious but tests are being carried out as we speak to see if there are any harmful chemicals contained in the paint," he informed, "as for the motivation behind spending a whole night painting a street rather badly, well you'll have to ask a psychiatrist, because I have no idea apart from the fact that the Joker is insane and this all probably makes sense in his mind."
Gordon nodded and wrote some notes in his note pad that he had pulled out of his pocket.
"Um, commissioner, sir?" another younger detective hesitantly tried to get his attention.
"Yes?" Gordon said.
"Well, about the street sir, there's a lot of paint sir, and… we don't have to clean it up do we?"
Gordon looked up at the young man and then noticed his colleges sniggering behind his back, they probably told him that the police would have the job of cleaning up the street, and by the look of worry on his face the man believed them.
"No," he assured the now visibly relieved man, "not unless it's toxic."
He walked to the middle of the street where the joker cards were glued in a line. Joker cards had also been found in a few of the custard pies that had been taken for testing.
He's probably trying to prove something, he thought. No normal person would spend their whole night painting an entire street just because they thought that a bit of colour would look nice.
But then again, this was the Joker and it had been proven by quite a few psychiatrists that he was not on the same wave length as other people. But Gordon had met him and he had come to believe that the Joker did have a purpose, it just wasn't the same type of purpose that other people would have.
He might be sending a message to everyone showing them that he could do whatever he pleased.
Or he might actually believe that the city was too dull and needed to be brightened up a bit with a few licks of paint and a food fight or two.
Or it might even hold a more sinister purpose, such as getting people used to random things happening and making them become less cautious, so that if one day he decides to poison the custard pies a larger amount of people could be harmed.
It was like the method of poisoning rabbits that an Australian sergeant was telling him about one time. A carrot would be placed next to a burrow for the rabbits to eat, next day another so that the rabbits would become used to the random appearance of nice tasting food, the third day a carrot that had been poisoned with 10/80 would be placed at the burrow and the rabbits would happily eat it without any suspicions whatsoever.
Gordon really hoped that it wouldn't happen like that.
He prayed that he was being over cautious, that the Joker had decided to become nothing more than an artist.
He he he, I have a very farfetched dream to become the first female Australian prime minister.
Btw 10/80 is what farmers call (myximatosis), I don't really know how it's spelled.
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