Chapter 10: Chemicals, fun and a cloak.
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for not uploading it's been a busy week but more chapters are coming! Stay tuned.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans.
Two weeks after Double Crosses death, the crime rate had not decreased as the officials said it would; instead it was quite the opposite, it had increased. The name of Joker started to spread quickly throughout the city; with every crime that took place within the city it seemed to fall into that name. It was mostly true; crime had increased due to my henchmen. The Teen Titans seemed to be close on my tail but every time I evaded them easily. They even started a night patrol around the city. Ha! It was getting a little annoying that my men demanded money, why couldn't they do it for fun?
And then I discovered something useful in my chemistry class in school. If you mix the right ingredients you can actually create what some might call a "Love Potion", of course mine was modified and I changed the name to the Fun potion. When I first started to work on it, the most ideal lab rats I had were the weakest of my henchmen. Not all survived, but this meant I could get new recruits. Once I perfected (by perfected I mean none of the lab rats died or got weird mutations) I gave it to all my henchmen. They became happier, no longer demanded money and enjoyed their job so much more. They did it for a laugh. And on top of that I still managed to keep an eye on those so called "night patrols".
Wonder Boy would patrol the center of the city; Elfy would patrol around the outskirts of the city; Tin man took control of the Tower for he handles technology the best; Fire Fly would patrol the sky and finally Cloakey would patrol the dock all on her own. Surely if any of the Titans reported trouble they would all rush to the situation; however, it would take some more time than others. That was one of their mayor flaws. It made it almost too easy.
I grinned broadly as I sat back on one of the chairs in the stadium. Killer, a well trained German shepherd, was lying down by my feet. He was the first dog I met when I took over this joint. I had grown quite fond of him, he was rather nice to have around; it was a shame Merlyn hated dogs. I bent down and pet his strong head.
"Tomorrow we will have guest" I said more to myself than to the dog.
After careful "planning", I decided it would be very amusing if I captured one of the Titans. Let's see just how powerful my little potion can poison their minds. I wonder how much of a push I need to drive them into insanity. I stood up and stretched, Killer was already to go.
"Alright boys, I'm off, go home and have laugh" I said as I walked down to the center field.
"Sure thing Boss" Robert replied.
Robert was one of my best troops, always obedient, never questioning me and the strongest amongst my men. His strong muscles and sharp eyes resembled much to Bane; except he didn't wear that funny looking mask. I reached my Yamaha and got on. Killer barked and ran back to the stadium. Laughing, I rode off to my warehouse; there I dropped off that bike, took a quick shower to remove the paint and finally I grabbed the Honda. I drove back to the house; tomorrow was the perfect day for my special act. Life is like a play, you're either back stage or your trying to steal the show to become a star. Or at least that's what my father always tells me. When I arrived I saw Frank's car parked outside along with an unknown car. Something tells me there's guest, which means I'd have to sneak into the attic.
I walked stealthily around the back of the house; I heard laughter and glasses clink against each other. Sighing I climbed the huge oak tree which stood hidden at the back of the house. Even though it had an impressive size it was not tall enough to outreach the house; therefore, it was unseen by the naked eye. I climbed swiftly and opened the window; I jumped in and landed with a light tap. My eyes scanned through the darkness; by the door laid four boxes. My desk and chair came in two separate boxes, my lamp and dart board where in a small box, surprisingly my PlayStation had arrived and my flat screen TV had also arrived. All I was missing now was the bed, the lounge chair and the drawers. If I was to get this room comfy I need tools to build that stuff.
I opened the attic door very carefully; the Fosters and their guest where in the living room at the bottom right downstairs, the entrance to garage was to the left. I cursed mentally and shut the door as quietly as I could. I climbed down the oak tree once more and walked behind the house calmly. I was literally ten steps away from the garage when I heard:
"Mr. Foster I do believe someone is sneaking around the back of the house, I just saw a shadow". A strange woman said.
"It's probably just another stupid teenager who's playing a prank, don't you threat Mrs. Humbert I'll go catch them".
I heard the front door open, cursing I rushed into the garage. Soon frank entered the garage.
"What are you doing" He hissed.
"Getting tools? Can't build a desk without tools you know?" I replied sarcastically.
"Just be quiet when you build it." he said nodding. "Now come here so I can 'kick you out'".
I rolled my eyes as he grabbed my arm to drag me outside. I placed the tools by the door as we entered the house.
"See Mrs. Humbert? Nothing more than a pesky teenager" He said in an annoyed tone.
"Let me go" I said to pull off the act.
"Don't you have manners? We could send you to the police just for trespassing". The lady said.
Mrs. Humbert was a fairly large woman; she had curly short red hair, really old fashioned clothes, high heels and a load of jewelry. I shrugged Franks hand off my arm and turned back to the door.
"Excuse me, but a thank you for not putting me in jail is missing" Mrs. Humbert piped up.
God this lady was annoying; maybe I could send one of Roberts's men to kill her? No, that could get linked back to me, which would make me a prime suspect. Damn. Oh well. I glared at her and exited the house. I grabbed the tools and stopped shortly to hear what they were saying.
"This is outrageous Frank! Call the police and report this!" Mrs. Humbert practically screamed.
"Now, now Mrs. Humbert, no harm was done, the boy was merely taking a short cut to his girlfriend's house" Frank replied calmly.
Taking a short cut to a girlfriend's house? Really Frank? Shaking my head I sneaked once again into the attic. Once inside I grabbed the box which contained the chair, without glancing at the instructions I got to work. After ten minutes my chair looked deformed; I took a small glance at the instructions and re-built it. After another ten minutes I had my chair (which has wheels). Rolling it aside I got to work on the desk. Frank had turned on music; this allowed me to hammer some nails in the wall to hold up the flat screen. After half an hour I had turned the attic into some sort of room.
The desk was a little to the side of the window, the flat screen and play station on the left wall; the mattress was on the opposite wall and then there was the door which kept me invisible from the Foster and their annoying guest Mrs. Humbert. The moon light shone through my window, illuminating this dark and not so empty room. I placed my bag next to the desk and set my laptop on my desk. I sat down in my new chair and opened up the laptop. A sudden vision of certain blue/purple eyes flashed in my mind; their intensity, the mystery but there was something else. Something sad.
A burst of laughter interrupted my thoughts; rolling my eyes I hacked into the police records, surely my person of interest would be in there. I searched until I heard the front door shut and a car leave. This was getting me nowhere, no records or files, no birth date, nothing. Shaking those thoughts I checked the time. It was 12pm; I yawned and shut off the laptop. The blue/purple eyes seemed to invade my mind. Why? I was insane already, could it be that they drove me more insane? Was that possible? I jumped onto the mattress.
Alice suddenly crossed my mind, why? I have no idea. My thoughts changed once more to the blue/purple eyes. Why do those eyes seem to crawl into my irrational mind? So many questions, very few answers. I closed my eyes, tomorrow I might get more information.