Thought I should add in a new little twist. Don't worry, this story will be mainly Joker and Lydia, not Bruce and Lydia. It's just funny to throw around the emotions of others, as in Bruce Wayne.
So I have had to step away from writing for a day so I can really plan this chapter out. I am still on and reading. I am going to advertise a story by another author really quick. I found this story last night. I normally don't advertise, mainly because all of my readers I have seen like the same stories I do. But this story has ten chapters out and it is something I fell in love with reading. It is by Jokersmile and the story is called YOUR HALO IS SLIPPING DOWN TO CHOKE YOU NOW. It's on my favorite stories. Go check it out. Seriously. It will give you a fix until I update mine again.
Faces of Evil isn't close to being finished. Just thought I let you know. I am running out of ideas at the moment but knowing my odd mind another will pop in.
Also, this chapter is going to switch in POV a lot. So stick with me. If you get confused at all, send it in a review or message and I will do my best to explain it. The tenses ARE going to be thrown around, my style of writing has a purpose in which you will discover.
Now, here we go.
He's furious. Running back and forth, finding answers. Almost to the point but the blade hasn't cut its way through. The entire night, no sleep, he is going to find what he wants. Explosion after the gun shot. He nearly lost his life.
His external smile frowns. Eyes are dark, cold, and dank. Movements are quick and silent. A flash of silver in the artificial light.
"Masino. Someone sniped him. Who? Who did you hire?" The furious clown questions with the blade of justice in his victim's mouth.
Maroni. The head of the mob, seemingly. His cold blue orbs stare into his predator's dark abyss.
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Onyx suit clinging to every curve. Raven color hair dancing around a face. Dangerous smoke emitting from a dangerous addiction. The night is young and the hostility circles the unfortunate city. Click, clack is the sound against the hard floors.
Color of the lips, a deep red. No smile creeps upon an unsuspecting victim. A click as a clip is being loaded into a weapon of destruction. Fingernails rake over small round bombs, waiting to be thrown to cause death. Silver is unsheathed.
More clouds of toxins surround her head. Dark sapphire eyes sinking into lust, determination and weakness. A quick shot of poison for the mind, makes a person feel looser.
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Crimson stains his silver. A hired hit took out his business partner. Masino's death sentence came upon him as he got too close to Maroni's sixteen year old daughter. The grip around the death stick grows tighter. Yellow teeth flash, laughter fills the night air.
"Oh my pretty little girl. All grown up and ready to die…. Smart, smart. I always get the last laugh. Tonight, the joke will be on her."
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Black and white photo freezes his external smile. One million dollars and off with his head. No one can laugh from the grave. His location is difficult to locate. Empty warehouse, empty apartment. Where, oh where, can her little clown be?
Follow the explosions. Orange, red, and blue flames lick the night sky. Smoke dances carelessly in the wind, this time not from a toxic stick. Her tires screech. Her mind screams with the desire to end her tormenter.
An angel pops in, followed by a devil. Kill him. Gotham will be a better place. The white light shown in her mind. Rule with him. Together you two can send the citizens of Gotham to their knees. Black engulfs her thoughts.
To their knees, they already are. Fearful of the clown but not of the girl. A curve on her lips sends her thoughts into a frenzy. Tonight will be the Joker's undoing.
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Burning flesh, a coin is tossed. Did you think he would do this alone? He doesn't plan things out, not his style. He does make sure everything goes the way he likes. One unfortunate mishap to his game. For once, he was out of control. His actions duet with Lady Death, almost turning her eyes upon him.
Barely making it out as the walls flew out. Grunts and laughter fill the air. The smell of cigarette smoke and perfume begin to dance in his senses. Closer she comes. The laughing jester spins around. The growing flames dance behind him, showing the rage bubbling to the surface.
The explosion brought more friends out to play. The big Bat sits idly by, watching and waiting. Tonight the two criminals stand in waiting. Waiting for the vixen to grace them with her beauty.
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Feeling the heat from the flames, her brow trickles sweat. He knows she is near. She stands behind cargo, watching as the flames feed into the night air. Surveying what is before her, she sees the clown and half of a man. She knows the Bat is near.
"Faster Pussycat, Kill Kill!" The clown's voice calls out.
He is trying to lure her from her hiding spot. Can she do this? To kill her creator. Without him, she is meaningless. If he is gone, will her life go back to normal? To Gotham, what is normal? Is normal having a man with mental illnesses running around causing destruction? A hero who flirts with evil, that has to be normal?
"Come out, come out… where ever you are." He calls out again.
Her legs move, the flames cast shadows upon her face. The dark abyss and sapphire lock onto one another. A shotgun in the purple gloves, a pistol in the black gloves. A tongue flicks his lips, the inside of her cheek is bit. Click, clack. Laughter. Roar of flames.
The distance is five feet. No more walking, just staring.
"Hello Lover." Her voice calls out above the flames.
"Turns out, the one who tried to end my life was you. Some kind of sick joke?" He asks.
"Sick joke? Have you looked at yourself lately?" She asks, gripping the handle of the gun harder.
"If I'm so sick, why is it you've let me inside of you? Hmmm?" He bows his head and cocks it to the side.
"Do we have to talk or can we get this over with?" She asks.
"Get what over with?" He asks, taking a step closer.
Black boots hit the concrete. The one who uses sonar and is blind as a bat. The clown and the damzel in distress turn their heads at the same time.
"Ah Batsy! So good for you have made it!" Joker calls out, opening his arms as if to receive a hug.
"Your night of madness ends tonight Joker." The raspy voice states, taking a step closer.
The coin is flipped. Tails, you lose. A gun shot is heard as Batman stumbles. The bullet penetrated his arm. Laughter is heard. Half a smile on half a face.
"No no, Batman. Your night of sanity ends tonight." Two-Face calls out.
The girls eyes linger on the man with a demon face.
"Oh Faith! I meant to introduce you to my dear friend, Harvey Dent." Joker says, laughter fully alive in his voice.
Her lips are parted, confusion in her eyes. Harvey Dent is thought to be dead. The half of man standing before her is Joker's handy work.
"Don't worry, your fate doesn't rely on chance. It relies on me." He says, turning back to his former lover.
Batman is holding his arm, a part of him wanting to save the damzel in distress. Let the two battle it out, one will end up dead.
Something is thrown in the middle of Joker and Lydia. Both glance down at it. Tick, tick. A round green object with a black question mark. Tick, tick. Bomb. Everyone sees how the clock is counting down. Batman scurries off to a higher location. Lydia and Joker look at each other and run as quickly as their feet can carry them. Two-Face disappears. The explosion goes off. Lydia and Joker throw themselves over the dock and into the cold water.
A new player to the game. A question mark as his identity. Until the future, his is an Enigma.
Discover my writing purpose yet? Review please, let me know what you think.