Getting Out
A/N: How long has it been? I apologize to all of you! D: I feel as if this chapter could go really well with you guys or really bad, it all depends on how you read and interpret it I guess. Anyway, here are the side notes:
slashersister: Like you said, this time she will actually fight back :D
AmberRedRose: Let me know how I did with this chapter, I hope I didnt dissapoint, Im glad you like it so far!
TheCleverGirl: You'll get to learn about their pasts dont worry ;D I finally got it all planned out :)
shadowboxing: It's not that far out of the question if you really think about it, he's the safest choice out of the two ;)
LaurenvBelladonna: Im glad I did, because honestly, the Joker is amazing :D
Random Person 94: He will dont worry, Im not done with him just yet!
leyah: Oh yes, they shall, Im glad you like it :D
ZenyZootSuit: I couldnt agree more XD and dont worry they'll get closer over the next chapters!
Bella2286 : You're right, once her gang finds out they'll want blood :D Ah, the possibilities XD
RosalieRowan: You can never go wrong with a little bit of Dutch in the mix ;D
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AnonymouslyJoker: Im still not too sure about her, but perhaps she'll make a small appearance XD
ChidorixCixBritannia: I think she's far from sweet now XD But it's all revealed in this chapter.
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: Oh yes, he is pissed XD
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"I want her back in an hour," the Joker ordered, turning from the bloodstain on the wall. The crimson that stained his gloves when he had run a hand over it bothered him. He couldn't explain why, he was used to seeing blood by now. It should be nothing new to him by now.
Grumpy glanced back nervously at the rest of the goons who adverted their gaze elsewhere. They were all doomed. Bring her back in under an hour? How were they supposed to do that when they didn't even know where she was?
The Joker's weary brown eyes never left the red smear; he could distinguish the blurs of his goons as they all rushed past him to get to the cars outside. With a tired sigh he turned away and headed towards the apartment once more.
Several grenades and two guns were hidden in his coat as he slipped it on and rolled his shoulders. After making sure that all of his goons had left he took his time in examining her apartment. Room after room left him with little to no hints as to who had taken her.
Creaking reached his ears the moment he opened the door to her bedroom with the tip of his shoe. He could feel himself sneer, why hadn't he looked in here first? Being this careless and aloof didn't sit well with him when he was usual sharp and the first to solve something.
"Let's see what you've been hiding, doll," he chuckled to himself as he turned her room upside down. The nightstand on the side of her bed was emptied over her bed. Nothing but bills stared back at him.
There was something that he wasn't catching on to and his mood was beginning to drop. He moved on to her closet and after discarding every piece of clothing to the floor he came out empty handed.
An idea popped in his head as he moved forward and lifted the mattress off of the bed. The next thing to follow it was the very frame of the bed. Once it had been discarded to the side rather carelessly the clown found himself grinning like a child who had just found a stash of candy. There before his eyes was a black box with an eagle on it.
After realizing that it was locked he pulled out one of the pistols that had been hidden in his coat and shot the lock off. He crouched with a tired groan and opened it with anticipation.
"So this is it," he hummed as his gloved hand reached inside and pulled out a uniform. He recognized the trademark 'SS' patch that had been carefully sewn into the collar of the jacket.
"Who was in the army, doll?" he asked as he set the jacket aside and reached inside once more. He pulled out a general's hat with the skull and crossbones on the middle black band and an eagle on the top. He twirled it around in his finger briefly slightly troubled by what he was uncovering.
"You're in deep with the sharks, beautiful," he realized, although he couldn't connect what he had found with Monica. Why did she have all of this? It was clear that she hadn't been a part of the Nazi army, where had she gotten all of this from?
He tossed the hat aside after a few more moments of entertaining himself with it. A few more items were pushed aside after that until he reached the bottom and pulled out a picture.
It was an old man sitting on the front steps of a large house with the SS hat on. An equally old woman stood behind him, supporting herself on the black railing of the house with one hand while the other remained on the shoulder of the man. The thing that got his attention, however, was the couple that stood beside them.
His eyes narrowed at the man who stood beside the old Nazi, the smile on his face directed at the woman whom he had his arm around. The clown's eyes trailed over to her and analyzed her carefully. The bright yellow dress that she had on contrasted sharply with the overall monotone tint of the picture. A small pink blanket wrapped around something in her arms seemed to hold his attention the longest. She held a baby in her arms, a smiling black haired baby, who had its arms outstretched towards her father with apparent joy.
"This was you," he realized as the pressure that he was using to hold the picture increased. Her grandfather had been the Nazi, not her father. The Joker stopped for a moment and tried to process everything that he had just discovered. Why would the Nazi's want her now?
For a reason he couldn't even explain to himself he kept the picture and stored it in his coat. He reached inside of the box desperately searching for more hints before stopping altogether. Since when did he care about her wellbeing? He was rushing himself and out of experience he knew that taking things too fast only led to mistakes being made.
The Nazis in Gotham, however, were not to be taken lightly. They overpowered the Italians and were of the same caliber as the Russians. One wrong word or move and they would wipe out entire gangs and mobs.
The Joker continued after a few more moments and cursed when his hand wrapped around a pile of letters. He cut the black ribbon that held them all together and skimmed through the first one.
'I have to get out,' was a word that was repeated over and over again by someone with fine cursive. 'I don't want this life for my family…for you,' and 'they won't let me out,' were other phrases that caught his attention. The more he read the more he started to understand her predicament.
Her father had wanted out since the beginning. It was clear that he was appalled with anything related to the Germans and he often wrote to Monica who lived in Germany at that time. Her responses also made it clear that she supported his decision; she was ashamed of her bloodline ever since she found out about her grandfather's involvement in WWII.
The last letter, however, was the one that made him realize why she had been taken.
"I've tried everything, liebe.
Everything.
Every day it becomes more and more difficult for us to run. Your mother is tired of running, tired of lying, tired of hiding. I fear that our time is running out.
They voiced their outrage when they heard of our marriage. I've broken every rule, defied their orders, and voiced my stand for the last time.
They will kill me for spitting on their sacred code.
I cannot live like this any longer; I am tired of having to hide your mother from them. Why should I when she is the best thing that ever happened to me? Why should it matter that she does not have Aryan blood running through her veins?
Do not come to the United States, liebe. Once they find out about you and your brother I fear that they will want you dead as well.
Take care of each other, cherish every moment, and never hide your true self from those around you.
I have tried everything, liebe.
Everything.
But I fear that our battle is lost.
Do not let them find out about you.
Ich liebe dich,
Bruno."
The letter revealed everything to him. He knew why she had come to Gotham; she had gone against her father's wishes for a chance to see him one last time. He knew why she had been so keen on laying low, and he knew why she had been taken from him, the Nazis had finally discovered her. He cursed her for being so stupid; they would kill her if he didn't find her.
Something was bothering him, however. How had they found her? How did they know where she lived and when had they known the right time to strike?
The clown stored the letter in his coat as well before rising and kicking the box aside. She was stupid, how dare she hide something like this from him? Did she honestly think she could keep it hidden forever? That it wouldn't come back to haunt her?
"Foolish child," the clown snarled as he stormed out of her room and slammed the door shut. On his way out he picked up her motorcycle keys that had been left in the hall and blew the glass door down leading outside with several shots.
Glass cracked beneath his shoes as he grit his teeth and pulled out his phone and called his goons. He knew where she was, getting her out would prove to be a problem. She was going to pay dearly once he had her back, she wouldn't be able to walk for a week by the time he was done with her. He was wasting time on getting her back when he could be using it to carry out his plans for Gotham and the Bat.
He hung up as soon as the last thought ran through his mind.
The Bat.
Considering all of his options through he dialed another number and waited for the man to answer.
"Bats," the clown laughed, dragging out the 's' when the caped crusader answered. "Now, is that any way to talk to the only man who knows where your squeeze is?" he added once the dark knight started to demand where he had gotten the number from.
Bruce was utterly bewildered when the phone he reserved for Gordon rang. It was the commissioner's only way of contacting the infamous Batman whenever and emergency arose. He was the only one who the number.
"What did you just say?" Bruce hissed over the line as the clown's smile widened considerably. He had the Bat just where he wanted him.
"She, uh, got in deep with some unscrupulous characters-ah," the clown replied with a light laugh trying to picture the dark knight's face at the moment.
Bruce on the other hand was seething at the criminal on the other line. It had been a week since he had seen Monica and she had seemed fine to him then. Now, it was a criminal who had called him in order to inform him of her latest predicament.
Why hadn't she said anything to him when he had been with her?
"Where is she?" Bruce demanded, altering his voice so that he sounded like the Batman the clown as used to hearing.
"Ah, ah, ah!" he could hard the clown say with a chuckle, "ask nicely and I'll tell ya." The Joker couldn't have been more amused, till now he had never had a reason to call the Bat. He tossed one of his knives up in the air and concentrated on catching it every time it came down.
"Where is she, Joker?" Bruce snarled getting up from the couch he had been sitting down on. He headed towards the stairs but not before alerting Alfred of the situation by covering the speaker of the phone so the clown wouldn't hear.
"Rich part of town, Bats," the clown replied as he glanced at her motorcycle and then at the keys in his hand. It had been a while since he had actually ridden one, he wondered if he still could.
"Where?" the caped crusader demanded as he ascended the stairs in his mansion with panic apparent in his eyes. Whatever Monica had gotten herself into had to be pretty bad in order to have the clown call him.
"Aryan brotherhood, Bats," the clown answered before hanging up. A cold chill ran up his back as he mounted the motorcycle and paused before revving it up. This was a bad idea, he could already tell. He didn't have the energy or the time to steal a car, however.
He knew the Bat would be there, Monica meant too much for him to just brush the call off. With that thought he cracked his neck and stared at the road ahead before releasing the break and skidding onto the road.
"You better not be dead, doll."
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"Vake up, liebe," a woman's voice spoke softly.
Monica tried to open her eyes, everything was blurred. The moment she woke up she realized she was being suspended upside down by a chain that was wrapped around one of her ankles.
A pained groan left her lips when she reached back in order to feel the back of her head. Nothing but dry blood greeted her fingers; she pulled her hand back in fear and whipped her head from side to side in order to see where she was. All that got her was a head splitting headache.
"Where am I?" she asked, the chances of anyone actually bothering to answer extremely slim. Slowly but surely her panic started to rise when she remembered everything that had happened before she woke up.
"Your location is unimportant," the woman replied. Monica turned towards the source and tried to see who it was. Nothing but darkness and boxes with the word 'fragile' in black over the top greeted her.
"What do you want?" Monica yelled, her arms flailing helplessly as she tried to pull herself up and free her ankle from the chain. Her body was having none of that. The moment she looked up at her half exposed stomach she realized why. An assortment of bruises stared back at her; they hadn't wasted any time in starting her torture.
She recalled being half conscious throughout the whole thing. There had been five of them; of that much she was sure. When they realized that she wasn't responding to the beating any longer they had hung her up to make sure she stayed in one place when she came to.
"You should know zhis by now, liebe," the woman replied as Monica turned her head towards the source once more. Her pained expression paled when she realized who it was.
Victoria stared back at her with a straight face. Two men stood behind her with brass knuckles visible despite their arms being crossed. Monica could feel the color drain from her face when she realized that Victoria was also German, she had forgotten that little detail.
"Your vati left some things unsettled," the blond opera singer commented as she circled Monica. The moment the blond had brought up the biker to her father after the party he had shown interest in her last name. Her father had gone on about and unsettled debt for more than an hour after that. The moment Victoria had heard this she saw an opportunity to get back at Monica for embarrassing her at the party, not to mention that it would also please her father when he found out she had taken care of his problem without anyone's help.
"Leave my father out of this!" Monica barked back taking a swipe at Victoria. She was pleasantly surprised when she managed to nail the blond. Three scratches ran from Victoria's cheek to the bridge of her nose, blood was already starting to slide down her face.
"You bitch!" Victoria shrieked brining her hand up to cover the scratches with apparent pain in her eyes. Monica smiled at her before she was rendered unconscious once more when one of the men took a swing at her with the brass knuckles.
"She takes after her father," the other commented as he stared at the biker. He could see blood dripping down from the corner of her mouth and onto the floor beneath her.
"I don't care, my father vants her dead!" Victoria screeched taking the gun from the man's waist. She pointed it at the unconscious woman and pulled the trigger just as a batarang hit her hand and altered the path of the bullet.
Victoria dropped her mouth open in horror when realized that she had killed one of her own men. She turned her head towards the intruder and sneered when she realized that it was Gotham's own caped crusader.
She cursed and turned away to run but not before calling the surrounding guards for back up. In mere seconds the warehouse was filled with neo Nazis, each equipped with AK-47's and spare magazines. With that kind of cover she managed to make her getaway, she would have her revenge as soon as she got to her father's safe house and informed him of the events that had occurred.
Batman growled when he noticed the woman, it was none other than Victoria. He had a feeling that the opera singer would want her revenge ever since that night at the masquerade party. He would have never guessed that she would turn to this.
Without another moment of thought he sent several more batarangs towards the lights that hung above him. The warehouse was filled with nothing but darkness.
Batman turned and headed for cover when the first of the guards neared his location, for now the only thing he could do was take care of them before they had a chance to harm Monica.
A loud bang form the back of the warehouse startled him, however, when he saw one of the guards fly back due to the force of the shotgun that had been fired onto him. He crashed into one of the crates and managed to shatter the wood of it before falling back and sputtering blood. A mass of woodshavings and more AK-47's spewed out of the crate.
The dark knight narrowed his eyes at this development. Why would they need more guns, better yet where were they getting them from?
"This suit was clean when I arrived," the clown complained as he stepped over the body of the dead guard. The Bat couldn't explain his feelings toward the Joker at the moment, he was relieved that he had stopped the guard but at the same time outraged at his lack of care towards life.
"Bats you're gonna get yourself killed if you just stand there," the clown sang mockingly, waving his finger from side to side at the caped crusader. Batman seemed to understand him before he turned and disappeared once more in order to get rid of the remaining guards that kept flooding into the warehouse. It didn't cross his mind at the moment that he was leaving the Joker with Monica.
"Come on, wake up, beautiful," the Joker hissed, smacking her cheek harshly with the back of his hand. She started to stir once more and before the clown knew what hit him she had landed a punch to the side of his face. He stumbled back with a groan and glared up at her.
Monica cursed when she realized what she had just done. She hadn't known that it was him until it was too late; she had thought that it was one of the guards. Looking around, however, she realized that they were all dead.
"I'm so sorry," she mumbled when she saw the clown crack his nose back into place. He wiped the blood away from his chin with his sleeve before he moved forward once more and took a gun that had been discarded on the floor.
Monica flinched when she saw him point it directly at her. For a brief moment her breath seemed to hitch, she closed her eyes and waited for him to pull the trigger. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the shot and the chain around her ankle gave away.
She felt herself fall and closed her eyes waiting for her body to hit the ground beneath her. Much to her relief and shock she felt a pair of arms catch her.
"You are heavier than you look, doll," the clown complained as he set her down and reached back with his hand to hold his lower back. He faked a look of pain as she rolled her eyes at him and tried to recover from everything that had happened in a matter of seconds.
The Joker didn't even give her a chance to recover for much longer. He seized her wrist and pulled her towards the back while keeping her low the moment bullets started to fly in the warehouse. Monica wondered why they weren't shooting at them but at someone else. She was about to ask when the clown shoved her outside and slammed the door behind him. The last thing he needed was for her to find out that the Bat was the one that was being left behind. That had been his plan all along. Leaving the caped crusader at the warehouse would buy them some time.
Relief filled her when she noticed her motorcycle was parked a few feet away. Her brows furrowed when some scratches on the side of it caught her attention. She turned to ask the clown about them before she caught a sight of his torn sleeve and bloody shoulder.
She put two and two together and realized that he had probably run into some hired men on his way there. The chances that he had crashed and fallen off would have been extremely high if that had happened.
Ignoring her own thoughts she turned towards the door when it was kicked open and several men rushed out towards them. She ran over to her motorcycle and caught the keys and the clown threw then at her.
Within the blink of an eye she had revved it up and pulled him down onto it when she realized that he had taken out his own gun to shoot at the men.
"Now is not the time, we're outnumbered and out of our element," she snarled at him as the clown found himself nodding back. Before he could even steady himself she released the break and drove out of the parking lot.
The Joker found himself out of balance as she turned a corner sharply and increased the speed. Without even thinking about it he wrapped an arm around her waist to steady himself while the other held the gun in anticipation. It was only a matter of time before they caught up to them.
"Hold the handles," Monica called back to him as he hesitated for a few moments. What the hell was she planning?
Nevertheless he reached around her and gripped the handles just as she let go of them and maneuvered her body so she was sitting on top of him and looking over his shoulder. It would be better this way, if she had him looking back and shooting at them it would throw their balance off and make it harder to steer the bike.
"I've had enough of their Aryan bullshit," she growled as she reached inside of his coat. She knew that he kept several guns and grenades hidden there, it was just a matter of time until she found one. The clown on the other hand tensed the moment she felt her hands roaming over his body. He wasn't used to contact with her but he couldn't be bothered with it when he alone controlled the high speeding motorcycle. One wrong move would send both of them crashing onto the ground.
Monica smiled against his shoulder when her hand wrapped around a small machine gun. She pulled it out and aimed it at the black van that had just turned sharply towards them. Despite the tinted windows she could tell that there were several men inside. Her suspicions were confirmed when two of them pointed their guns at her through the windows.
She didn't hesitate and let loose a stream of bullets at them. Even as she saw one of the men fall back against the seat with a bullet in his head she felt no remorse. They had wronged her for the last time; it was her chance to get back at them for everything they had taken from her.
The Joker merely glanced sideways at her; he was stunned at the obvious joy that was shown on her face as she continued to shoot at the van.
"You got any grenades or just puppies in here?" she asked him as the clown laughed despite everything. The fact that she still held a sense of humor in this situation pleased him greatly.
"Top right pocket, doll," he replied increasing the speed in order to put some distance between them and the van. He saw as she pulled the pin with her teeth and threw the grenade at them. He counted and waited.
It went off without fail causing the van to go up in flames and flip over. A crescendo of cracking glass and scraping metal reached his ears as he felt her rest her head on his shoulder.
"That's not the last of them," Monica murmured knowing that he could hear her. The clown nodded knowing she was right. It wasn't the last they had seen of him either; he was interested in the guns that he had seen at the warehouse.
He froze, however, when she unintentionally brushed her cheek up against his in her attempt to turn back around and take control of the motorcycle. The feeling was so foreign to him that by the time that they arrived at the apartment he was still paralyzed behind her.
"Joker?" Monica questioned when she noticed that he was still holding on to her. She could see several stray criminals take interest in her; she was taking too long in getting back inside to safety.
"What?" he snapped, finally coming to his senses. He got off of the bike with an irritated sigh and shot a warning glance at the criminals who had gotten too close. Once they saw that it was none other than Gotham's clown prince of crime, however, they backed away and hid in the shadows with fear.
She watched as he stalked over to the broken glass door and stepped through it with annoyance. He let the second door slam shut behind him without a second glance back.
"Thanks for saving me," she admitted, more to herself than him. She sighed and twirled her keys as she followed after him. Tonight had proved to be more exhausting than she had thought of. All she needed were a few hours of sleep.
Her mind reminded her of how farfetched the idea was. She wasn't going to get a minute of rest.
Not with the brooding clown prince of crime in her apartment.
She sighed as she stepped into her apartment. It was odd that there were no goons around to greet or annoy her. The moment her and wrapped around the door knob to her room she realized why they weren't there.
The clown had probably gotten rid of them before he went out to look for her.
"Bastard," she murmured realizing that the Joker had locked it; he was probably sleeping on her bed at the moment without a care in the world.
She turned away from her door and collapsed onto her couch with a tired sigh. For now, it would have to do. She wasn't about to go and knock on her door and demand for him to open it. She didn't want a death wish just yet.
The last words that escaped her lips, however, kept running through her mind even as she fell asleep.
"Damn clown."
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