Hey everyone. I got sick a few days ago, but I'm a little better now, though. And I talked to my therapist, and she said that if writing is what makes me happy, I should continue. Which is why I've written this story today. Sorry if it's not that great.
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Scarlett was on the ground doing pushups. She needed to build up her strength. She hated being the damsel in distress, but somehow always seemed to be one. Her arms felt like jelly as she finished off the hundred straight. She fell to the ground, and rolled over to her back; now for some crunches. Her weak core only let her do 50. Scarlett figured she could do more later. She got up from the ground, and walked over to the computer which they had recently gotten. She kneeled on the floor after realizing there was no chair. She booted up the computer, and while waiting, got back up and wandered into the restroom. Her reflection…
She was distained. Her face was pale from lack of sunlight. There were natural dark circles under her eyes. Her lips looked shriveled from lack of nutrients. She ran to her bag, and pulled out a lip balm she remembered she got a long time ago, and smeared it on; feeling the effect immediately as it touched her lips. She got her normal makeup out of her bag which included foundation that altered her skin color to a more natural pale, eyeliner, mascara, and blush. She applied the foundation generously under her eyes as to cover the deep circles, then added her mascara and eyeliner. Then blush. She looked almost normal. This isn't what she wanted. She turned away from her reflection, and fled to the living room. No one else was there. Jack had taken them with him. Scarlett grabbed the remote, willing to watch whatever to change the subject in her mind. The news was on again. Maroni's son had been murdered. She knew who did it. The thought of it scared her as much as it elated her. But Maroni was a powerful man, and would eventually have people find out who did it.
She shivered.
The door opened in the other room. Jack walked in, and his eyes flew to Scarlett. He was alone, and looked worn.
Batman POV:
Harley finally decided to get a job. She got bored of just staying at home when Bruce was out doing fundraisers or being Batman. She was a waitress at Chiles in uptown Gotham, so no one was likely to recognize her. Life was a little brighter with the pixie blonde in it. But Bruce was still having mixed thoughts about Scarlett. He didn't know how he felt about her. She had been changed, perhaps beyond repair. Arkham hadn't helped the Joker in the past, so how could it help Scarlett?
He was making a bowl of cereal for himself, after Harley left for work, and Alfred came into the room.
"There's some important news that you should hear, sir." Alfred turned on the television and clicked through the channels to the news station that had a breaking report about the son of a mobster getting killed.
Bruce turned in his seat to face Alfred, "Why should this matter?"
Before Alfred could speak, Bruce got his answer from a newscaster, "and our department has speculations to believe that the terrorist, known as the Joker, is behind this."
If the mobster knew it was the Joker, then he would get revenge by killing the one most dear to the man who wronged him. Which would have been fine if Scarlett wasn't involved. Bruce stood up, and went straight to his elevator which took him to his basement, where he put on his Batsuit quickly.
He had to warn her. Somehow. He slid into a car he had modified himself, since he didn't have Lucius. He turned it on, and drives down a tunnel under ground so no one will see him for a few minutes excelling to about seventy five, and comes to a spot with light ahead. He slows, and pushes a button which opens a garage door leading to the inside of a building. It is one of many Wayne Enterprises buildings, but marked "Private Property", and it is empty so it can be used for this purpose alone. Another long garage door opens to reveal sunlight this time, and he zooms out and onto an empty road.
He drives fast, excelling the speed limit and merging onto a busier road, passing a few police cruisers that do nothing when they see him. No one wants to stand up to him.
Something catches his eye. It's a man in a bank with a clown mask on, holding a gun to a woman inside. He thinks about it momentarily, then pulls over, and jumps out of his car. He walks up to the window, and breaks it causing the man holding the gun to be distracted. Batman walks up to the man, and picks him up by his throat, "Where is he?!"
The man seems sincerely confused and scared, "Who?"
Batman punches him in the face, "You know who! You're wearing one of his masks!"
"I found it!"
Batman looks at him for a moment.
He didn't have time for this.
He drops the man to the floor who looks up at him with fear. Batman pulls out some thin rope from his belt, and ties the man's hands together, and to a table. Let the police deal with him. He picks up the man's gun which is lying on the ground, and bends the barrel out of shape so it can't fire, then walks out of bank. A new man walks up to him. He is nicely dressed in a suit.
"I've been looking for you. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Nick Fury." He sticks out a hand to shake politely and gives a fake smile.
Batman walks past him towards his car, "Not interested."
He continues to talk and walks after him, "I'm setting up something special called the Avenger Initiative."
Batman slides into his car, "With Metal-Man? Defiantly not interested." He closes the door in Fury's face, and drives off.
Nick stands there, a little angry. "Nothing is secret anymore." He fumbles through his pocket for a pen and folded up piece of paper, then crosses off Batman from a list.
Joker POV:
She smiled when she saw him, and stood to come to where he stood. She walked a few steps, then put her hand to her head, fluttered her eyes, and fell to the ground. Jack rushed to her side, quicker than he should. He didn't know what to do; he wasn't a doctor. Jack grabbed his phone off the hook, and called one of his associates. The other line rang twice, then a man picked up a little confused, "Yeah?"
"Get over here." He looked at Scarlett's body and could hear the urgency in his own voice, "We have a situation."
"Okay." And the man hung up. He always kept his phone calls short and would give anything important away so the government, who were listening to all phone calls, wouldn't get suspicious. What made him the most angry, was that he couldn't just help her himself. Because of his scars. Everyone would recognize him. Which is why he needed the other guy. Ad he couldn't call an ambulance either, because it'd give away the hideaway. A few minutes later he heard the man pull up, then open the door. He had a clown mask on. It was the same one Batman had caught at the bank.
Jack felt utterly weak as he said, "Take her to the hospital."
The man gave him a strange look, then walked over, and picked Scarlett up. He walked out the door, and put her in the back seat of his car. Jack sat on the ground feeling very out of control which is the one thing he hated most.
He waited, for a long time.
Sitting. Just, sitting. Every so often looking up at the clock to check the time. One hour. Two hours.
It was disgusting how much all this bothered him. Then, the phone rang. It rang again, and he answered it. Something he never did.
"Hey, uh, she's sick."
He was beginning to feel a little flustered already, "Yes, I know that."
"The doctor said she has some disease that starts with an L and…"he paused.
"Well?!"
"She…has one month to live."
His eyebrows furrowed. He was livid. If anything were to kill her, it had to be him. Not some disease. A little twinge of pain flickered in his heart. Also something he hadn't felt in a long time.
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Sorry if it wasn't spectacular, but I really did try. And I know Fury is a Marvel character, but I just felt like adding him in, just because. Please review.
