WARNING: This story is rated R (just to be safe) for language, violence,
and mild sexual content.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Agent Hicks, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
I HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG TO POST THIS CHAPTER!!!! I love this chapter. The Joker is one of my favorite characters to write for. Probably because he's so insane. Anyway I hope you like this chapter as much as I do!
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
Her skin was light, a rather pretty color. It looked like, like whipped cream. The Joker's eyes narrowed and he licked his lips. I wonder if she tastes like cream, he thought as he watcher her and her partner conversing. The man didn't look like he could take a joke, but this woman . she might just have some hope.
To the Joker's immense surprise the highly non-comical, triple pain, bulletproof glass door moved to one side. For some reason this reminded him of that movie. The one where the man ate the people he killed. Not an entirely funny movie, but when that Hannibal guy cut off the face of that guard and wore it like a mask . now that was funny. Reminded him of his own little escapade with Dr. Nybakken's ears.
He laughed thinking about it. This startled the man, but not the woman. Joker was beginning to like her more and more. The door shut behind them and one of the bigger guards. Now it was just the four of them.
"Joker," the woman spoke first and her voice was smooth. Maybe she was made totally up of cream. That would be tasty. "I'm Agent Thomas, of the FBI, and this is my partner Agent Hicks."
The Joker's grin grew. "FBI? Wow! First, the big explosion that threw me through a wall this morning, and now this. Aren't I the lucky one?"
"Actually, that's why we're here."
"Because of me being thrown through a wall? How thoughtful." He touched his head where the bandages still remained. He sniffled a little bit, trying his best impression of someone on their death bed. "Doc says I'm gonna be ok. It'll just," sniffle, "take some time."
"Look, Clown. We didn't come here to put up with your antics. We came to get some information."
This Hickey guy was getting on his nerves. The Joker scowled, well as much as he could. "I don't like you. Do not speak again."
The woman agent put her hand on her partner's shoulder, stopping him from saying whatever it was he was going to say, then she spoke again. The Joker really liked her voice.
"You know that Harvey Dent, Two-Face," she clarified. As if there would be any other Harvey Dent around these parts. "he was in the cell next to you, the one where the explosion was?"
"Oh yes. He probably has a headache the size of Canada right now." Joker laughed. Canada was funny.
"You know he's no longer here in Arkham, right?"
He laughed, but this time without humor. "He must have had outside help. That's the only way I can figure he got out. Either that or he sold his soul to the devil. I heard Harvey talking about him once or twice, in his sleep." The Joker cupped his hand and whispered to the lady fed. "I think he might be insane." The Joker's laugh came from deep within his throat this time.
Hicks scoffed. "Come on Thomas, he's not gonna tell us anything."
She ignored her partner and addressed Joker one last time. "Two-Face didn't tell you anything, like what he was planning on doing once he was out? Anything that could help."
The Joker put on a thoughtful face. "The only thing of any importance that I learned from Dent in the past few months . is that if you're going to hell make sure you speak Espanol, because I think the devil is Spanish." He crossed his legs, laid his hands gently over his knees, and flashed them a toothy grin, very pleased with himself.
"We're done here. Open the door." The male agent tapped on the glass. It obliged and opened. The guard went first, followed by Hicks and a reluctant Thomas.
The Joker saw his opportunity and moved quickly. He jumped up and before either of the Feds knew what was coming, Joker pushed the door as hard as he could. To his pleasure, beneath the Hick man's scream, he heard the door click. He was stuck, at least until someone opened the door. But that gave him plenty of time to do what he wanted.
He pushed the agent lady's head against the glass, pushing her hard enough so she couldn't move, but not hard enough to hurt her. Badly. For a fleeting moment he wished he could have seen her face from the other side of the glass. All flat and squished. But right now he wanted to see about something else. To see if she really did taste like cream.
He stuck his tongue out and licked the side of her face, from the bottom of her jaw line, up her cheek, into the wrinkles of her clenched eye, and over her forehead right up to her hairline. He opened his mouth wider, taking his tongue, and her taste back into his mouth. He licked his lips not allowing any trace of it to escape.
Hmmm, he thought. She didn't taste like cream at all . no, she tasted like strawberries.
The door clicked again, opening with the Hickey man's yelp. Joker knew his fun was over, so he kissed the lady's ear, letting his tongue flicker again inside the folds. He heard the charging of the shock poles, and he fell to the ground, not even feeling the electricity flowing through his body. He looked over at his hand and saw it twitching.
It had turned out to be a pretty good day.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Agent Hicks, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
I HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG TO POST THIS CHAPTER!!!! I love this chapter. The Joker is one of my favorite characters to write for. Probably because he's so insane. Anyway I hope you like this chapter as much as I do!
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
Her skin was light, a rather pretty color. It looked like, like whipped cream. The Joker's eyes narrowed and he licked his lips. I wonder if she tastes like cream, he thought as he watcher her and her partner conversing. The man didn't look like he could take a joke, but this woman . she might just have some hope.
To the Joker's immense surprise the highly non-comical, triple pain, bulletproof glass door moved to one side. For some reason this reminded him of that movie. The one where the man ate the people he killed. Not an entirely funny movie, but when that Hannibal guy cut off the face of that guard and wore it like a mask . now that was funny. Reminded him of his own little escapade with Dr. Nybakken's ears.
He laughed thinking about it. This startled the man, but not the woman. Joker was beginning to like her more and more. The door shut behind them and one of the bigger guards. Now it was just the four of them.
"Joker," the woman spoke first and her voice was smooth. Maybe she was made totally up of cream. That would be tasty. "I'm Agent Thomas, of the FBI, and this is my partner Agent Hicks."
The Joker's grin grew. "FBI? Wow! First, the big explosion that threw me through a wall this morning, and now this. Aren't I the lucky one?"
"Actually, that's why we're here."
"Because of me being thrown through a wall? How thoughtful." He touched his head where the bandages still remained. He sniffled a little bit, trying his best impression of someone on their death bed. "Doc says I'm gonna be ok. It'll just," sniffle, "take some time."
"Look, Clown. We didn't come here to put up with your antics. We came to get some information."
This Hickey guy was getting on his nerves. The Joker scowled, well as much as he could. "I don't like you. Do not speak again."
The woman agent put her hand on her partner's shoulder, stopping him from saying whatever it was he was going to say, then she spoke again. The Joker really liked her voice.
"You know that Harvey Dent, Two-Face," she clarified. As if there would be any other Harvey Dent around these parts. "he was in the cell next to you, the one where the explosion was?"
"Oh yes. He probably has a headache the size of Canada right now." Joker laughed. Canada was funny.
"You know he's no longer here in Arkham, right?"
He laughed, but this time without humor. "He must have had outside help. That's the only way I can figure he got out. Either that or he sold his soul to the devil. I heard Harvey talking about him once or twice, in his sleep." The Joker cupped his hand and whispered to the lady fed. "I think he might be insane." The Joker's laugh came from deep within his throat this time.
Hicks scoffed. "Come on Thomas, he's not gonna tell us anything."
She ignored her partner and addressed Joker one last time. "Two-Face didn't tell you anything, like what he was planning on doing once he was out? Anything that could help."
The Joker put on a thoughtful face. "The only thing of any importance that I learned from Dent in the past few months . is that if you're going to hell make sure you speak Espanol, because I think the devil is Spanish." He crossed his legs, laid his hands gently over his knees, and flashed them a toothy grin, very pleased with himself.
"We're done here. Open the door." The male agent tapped on the glass. It obliged and opened. The guard went first, followed by Hicks and a reluctant Thomas.
The Joker saw his opportunity and moved quickly. He jumped up and before either of the Feds knew what was coming, Joker pushed the door as hard as he could. To his pleasure, beneath the Hick man's scream, he heard the door click. He was stuck, at least until someone opened the door. But that gave him plenty of time to do what he wanted.
He pushed the agent lady's head against the glass, pushing her hard enough so she couldn't move, but not hard enough to hurt her. Badly. For a fleeting moment he wished he could have seen her face from the other side of the glass. All flat and squished. But right now he wanted to see about something else. To see if she really did taste like cream.
He stuck his tongue out and licked the side of her face, from the bottom of her jaw line, up her cheek, into the wrinkles of her clenched eye, and over her forehead right up to her hairline. He opened his mouth wider, taking his tongue, and her taste back into his mouth. He licked his lips not allowing any trace of it to escape.
Hmmm, he thought. She didn't taste like cream at all . no, she tasted like strawberries.
The door clicked again, opening with the Hickey man's yelp. Joker knew his fun was over, so he kissed the lady's ear, letting his tongue flicker again inside the folds. He heard the charging of the shock poles, and he fell to the ground, not even feeling the electricity flowing through his body. He looked over at his hand and saw it twitching.
It had turned out to be a pretty good day.