AN: So. Saw the trailer for Gotham the other day. I am trying really hard not to get excited, because Fox cancels and they tell lies about the awesomeness of things. BUT I got this idea and wrote it down. Title comes from the Imagine Dragons song, which was on while I was writing. Characters are: Penguin, Riddler, Joker, and Scarecrow.
SwordStitcher-Revenge? With what, an explosive Rubik's Cube? Good luck! And yes, actually. There is. By getting locked out of your apartment at two in the morning. That was your own fault, you shouldn't have gone out to meet Falcone's men. Still. Still nothing! You scared me to death, climbing up two stories like that! Scared? Don't even go there.
KittyComeHere-I woke up with a crick. And a headache. You lived. You made me take NyQuil! It's not that bad. Nobody ever died from NyQuil. I'm tempted to try it, just to prove how terrible it is. God, you're a wuss. It's not that bad. Yes it is! My toxin tastes better! Plenty of people have died from that.
Just-Me-and-My-Brain-Afterwards was enjoyable, too. Kitty... What? You certainly weren't complaining at the time. You didn't give me much opportunity. Would you have complained? When you slipped me that NyQuil I would have. You did. It could have been worse. I could have just poured it down your throat. Don't remind me.
Oh, sure, they're laughing now. They think it's funny that they threw him into the icy river and watched him flap his way to shore.
But he'll show them. He's worked here long enough, being Fish's little toy. She calls him 'penguin' because of his fondness for suits and because she's an utter bitch. But penguins eat fish.
He wrings himself out and goes to collect his trusty umbrella from the stand. They'll be sorry. They'll be sorry.
One day, they won't be laughing at him.
Idiots! Idiots everywhere. This was a gang killing, not a suicide!
They're not just idiots. They're corrupt idiots, no smarter and no better than the criminals they hunt.
Eight down is…bat.
He hates them all.
Well, he likes the new recruit. He's got promise, and manners, and he's not a complete moron.
That won't last.
He needs to find a better job.
Why won't they laugh? This was his best routine!
A rotting tomato hits him in the face and he leaves, angrily wiping red flesh and seeds out of his eyes. Assholes. They just don't know comedy, that's all.
There's an apple in his lunch box and he carves a smile on its face with a plastic fork. There. He's made someone smile today.
One day he'll make them all smile.
Smile like the apple.
Smile like the Grim Reaper.
He hates his colleagues, wishes they'd burn in Hell with Granny. They laugh at him behind his back, call him Scarecrow as an 'affectionate' nickname.
He'll show them. He'll show them all. He startled one of the worst offenders quite by mistake, but he'll make more of an effort next time. He'll make her sorry.
He'll make her scream.
He'll make them all scream, and then he'll laugh.
Just like he did before.
THE END