Chapter fourteen. Things are starting to get interesting.
Disclaimer: I do not own the dark knight or the joker, but Larry is mine.
Larry relaxed in the backseat of his limousine and patted his dog Lawson while he waited. Lawson wasn't a rare dog. In fact he was a common mut that he had virtually picked up off the street. Larry felt that the dog was like him in a way.
He had had a tough childhood, growing up in the slums, but due to a cunning personality he was able to carve a fortune and create a better life for himself.
The dog reflected that. It was smart and street wise and Larry had seen it come away from a fight with two other bigger dogs with only a few scratches. Though it only sometimes did what he commanded, it was a very loyal and good guard dog. Larry was certain that he would far prefer to have a smart, loyal mut like Lawson, than have a rare, expensive, high maintenance, stupid, pure breed. He had named the dog Lawson after the street where he had found it.
Finally, the door opened and a short man wearing a dark coat stepped in and sat across from him. Lawson growled at the intruder who looked at the dog with apprehension. Larry stroked Lawson's head. He knew the man, he was one of the few corrupt cops left that would happily pass on information for money, and he was a captain.
"What do they know about me," Larry enquired.
The man got comfortable.
"They found out off some guy who squealed that you're connected with the Joker," he replied.
"Who's the squealer?"
"Don't know, they erased that bit of the tape and won't tell any one," he said, "They know that there are some guys like me still in the force."
"How much did he tell them?" asked Larry.
"He told them that you got the Joker to go after Wayne."
Larry thought about that piece of information. The man waited for him to continue.
"Are you gonna call off the kidnapping?" he asked after a few moments.
"Why would I tell you," Larry said, the golden rule when it came to talking to informants is to not tell them anything of your plans.
"No need to get your knickers in a knot, I was only curious," he responded quickly.
"Anything else?" Larry said haughtily.
"Wayne knows that he might be kidnapped, I think he wants to act as bait for the Joker," the man said with a smile.
"This could be very interesting," Larry mused, "is that all?"
"Yeah, that's all I got," the man said. He watched greedily as Larry pulled out a wad of money from his pocket.
"Nice doing business with you," he said and with one more glance at Lawson stepped out of the limo.
Larry thought about the new turn of events. If the Joker was captured then he would be out of the picture and Larry wouldn't have to worry about him any more, but he wouldn't get Wayne. That wouldn't matter. He could wait to hire someone else, he was a very patient man.
If the Joker escaped the police and found out about their trap, then Larry could pretend to know nothing about it and send him on some other interesting task. If the Joker found out before he tried to kidnap Wayne and then decided to have a little chat with Larry, then again he could pretend that he knew nothing about it.
In the case that the Joker did succeed then he would have Bruce Wayne out of the picture and, unbeknownst to the Joker, Batman as well.
It would be killing two birds, or bats, with one stone.
Then he could occupy the Joker's time with a few more dangerous tasks. Whatever happened, Larry was determined to get the best hand, just so long as he could keep sight of the big picture.
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Bruce Wayne was out at a nightclub, dancing with some hot chicks and enjoying the party life. After some time, he grew thirsty and decided to get a drink at the bar. He ordered two martinis, one for the nice lady next to him that he started to flirt with.
After the second round of drinks he began to feel drowsy and knew that his drink had been spiked. He looked for the barman but he had gone. He excused himself from the bar, the woman was rather disappointed to see him go but soon turned to flirt with the man on her other side.
He made his way towards the entrance where his bodyguards had been stationed. As he neared them his steps grew heavy and he began to stumble like a drunk. He noticed that his bodyguards looked different.
Weren't they bigger?
He tripped and fell forward but they caught him and took him out the back exit into the alley. A car was parked a few feet away and there were a few men standing around it.
Suddenly Bruce came to the realisation that he was being kidnapped! But what happened to his bodyguards and the undercover police who were shadowing him? His mind was growing foggy and he struggled to remain conscious.
The two men masquerading as his body guards shoved him into the backseat of a dark green, land cruiser. He turned his head and was just able to make out a white face with a large red smile, and before he fell into unconsciousness he was dimly aware that he had come face to face with the Joker.
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The news reporter introduced herself and began reporting on the top story for the morning.
"Billionaire play boy Bruce Wayne has been kidnapped by the Joker.
He had been last seen in the famous 'Pulse Nightclub' which was where his two bodyguards and a few undercover police were found dead in the toilets. Another man was also found with a spear, with the word 'Bang' on a flag, through his chest, he has yet to be identified.
It is known that the Joker is responsible for their deaths, as a Joker card was found at the scene of the crime. It is alleged that he also abducted Bruce Wayne, although it is unknown why, the police knew of the Joker's intentions to do so.
When asked about the kidnapping by our reporters, Commissioner James Gordon had this to say."
The television screen cut to a scene of the commissioner in front of a podium outside the police department addressing a crowd of hands holding microphones. He looked exhausted.
"We had received information of the Joker's intentions to kidnap Bruce Wayne, and he had been warned almost immediately. Though it was his choice to act as bait for the Joker in the hope of capturing him.
Unfortunately the Joker seems to have known of the security that had been placed on Mr Wayne and subsequently murdered six undercover detectives as well as Mr Wayne's two body guards. A man who has not yet been identified but who we believe had been a witness was also found at the scene of the murders."
The screen returned back to the news room and the reporter continued.
"This very moment the police are tracking the Joker down and hope to rescue Bruce Wayne before the Joker has a chance to inflict any harm."
Alfred sadly turned off the television. He was an old man and had known Bruce since he was born. He never thought that one day he might expect to see his funeral.
He slowly wiped the coffee table, taking care not to remove the coffee stain.
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