Next chapter. It's a little while after the first I believe. Again I don't own Batman. The song that inspired it is "Life at Last" from the movie "Phantom of the Paradise".
He felt more alive than ever before. It didn't matter what had happened to that puny scared man before because he was gone now. Whatever was living inside of him before had finally broken free and shown him that the world around him was for the taking. All he needed was to see that people fed him this power.
Life at last! Salutations from the other side.
Everyone in this filthy city hated everyone else and themselves even more than that. So with this in mind, wasn't he just a show of how the city was? He was a creation of Gotham. Did they realize what they drove a person to do?
Looking down at the blood pooling around him, the man just raised an eyebrow, licked his lips and then left. He was crime and chaos. That was practically Gotham wasn't it?
Skipping to the meeting place of a well known gang he pushed his way in, dragging along the large doorman with him. Yes, now that he was this criminal with scars he could conquer anyone. Now for the entrance.
Kicking the door open he pushed the other man to the ground. He licked his own scars and pulled out a knife. His foot moved to pin down the man as everyone around him stared.
"Sit and listen while the fuN begins-uh," he said with a chuckle. "Now gentle-MeN, I have a proposi-tion for you. I want Gotham to see what they can push a guy like me…to do."
One of the morons there disagreed with him. That just wouldn't do. Leaning down he pushed his knife threw the pinned man's cheek.
"This! This is the only way for a man to SMILE in this city anymore," he growled as blood squirted onto his face and hands, covering his fingers, scars and lips with the ruby drops.. Everyone looked on in horror. He continued, "This is the easy parT. This isn't for the queasy or the weak of heart childreN. Leave-uh…now if you aren't interesteD-uh. If you are though…" With that he drew out a wad of cash. "The pay off is…rewarding."
The money didn't matter but it was the only way to get any loyalty in this city. Tossing it on the table he let the ones pick up the bills before any blood got into them. What a wonderful way to show the evil of the world! As a man lay bleeding out of his face, drowning in his blood, the people of this world picked up cash sooner than they would pick up their fellow man. It made him laugh.
Moving away from the gurgling man on the ground he took his seat at the head of the table. Once there he pushed his hair from his face and licked the sides of his cheek. Leaning over the table he grew bored with watching the men count their money and then look towards him for orders. All men. No women. He would have to change that. Wouldn't it be more fun to have a little Hench girl or something?
"Now…if any of you try to leave this little…organization, you'll end up like our pal down there," he stated while flicking his knife towards the man on the floor. "Any questions?"
He didn't really want any questions from them. Already he was planning for the next crime, the next show. These men weren't going to satisfy his lust for blood and attention. He had a message to get across.
One man decided to interrupt his thoughts with, "Who's this joker that thinks he-." Before he could have his question out, he fell to the floor with a knife sticking from his chest.
"Oh…there are no questions in this show. Joker's the star of this production."
The others gathered quietly not saying a word as the mesh of howls from the injured grew around them. They were amongst greatness now and unable to escape his power.