The Mark of the Joker
Chapter 1
On a small corner on an inactive street in Gotham city, police lights flashed
in front of a grimy 7-11. The lights of the sirens and the flickering neon sign
on the convenience store were not the only lights shining at that moment.
In the sky was the most familiar, comforting light in Gotham City- the
Bat Signal.
Suddenly, a shadow swooped in front of the neon 7-11 sign. A shadow in the
shape of a bat. As quickly as it had appeared, it was gone, and the automatic
doors slid open.
Inside, Commisioner Gordon and several lesser officers were gathered
around the lifeless form of the cashier. Gordon felt a strange presence
behind him, and guessed what it had to be. He turned, and sure enough,
there stood Batman, sheilding his eyes with his cape.
"I hate the light," he said in his deep, intimidating voice, "Especially
florescent light."
"Thanks for coming Batman."
"What do we have here?" Batman looked around Gordon. "Murder. Why'd
you call me for it?"
"Because we know who did it." Gordon kneeled by the body laying face
down on the tile and lifted his head. His gaping mouth had a large smile
drawn on the sides with a black marker.
"Oh brother," Batman sighed. "Any other clues?"
"This was found on the body," Gordon handed Batman a playing card- a seven
of hearts- in an evidence bag.
"Odd," Batman flipped the card over several times, "You'd expect him to
leave a joker."
"Joker certainly does have a knack for doing the unexpected," Gordon remarked.
Batman bent and began to further inpect the corpse, but no other clue
could be found.
Chapter 1
On a small corner on an inactive street in Gotham city, police lights flashed
in front of a grimy 7-11. The lights of the sirens and the flickering neon sign
on the convenience store were not the only lights shining at that moment.
In the sky was the most familiar, comforting light in Gotham City- the
Bat Signal.
Suddenly, a shadow swooped in front of the neon 7-11 sign. A shadow in the
shape of a bat. As quickly as it had appeared, it was gone, and the automatic
doors slid open.
Inside, Commisioner Gordon and several lesser officers were gathered
around the lifeless form of the cashier. Gordon felt a strange presence
behind him, and guessed what it had to be. He turned, and sure enough,
there stood Batman, sheilding his eyes with his cape.
"I hate the light," he said in his deep, intimidating voice, "Especially
florescent light."
"Thanks for coming Batman."
"What do we have here?" Batman looked around Gordon. "Murder. Why'd
you call me for it?"
"Because we know who did it." Gordon kneeled by the body laying face
down on the tile and lifted his head. His gaping mouth had a large smile
drawn on the sides with a black marker.
"Oh brother," Batman sighed. "Any other clues?"
"This was found on the body," Gordon handed Batman a playing card- a seven
of hearts- in an evidence bag.
"Odd," Batman flipped the card over several times, "You'd expect him to
leave a joker."
"Joker certainly does have a knack for doing the unexpected," Gordon remarked.
Batman bent and began to further inpect the corpse, but no other clue
could be found.