Here it is! I don't own anything, except the mystery stranger, (although I wish I owned it all!) Enjoy, and review.
He lay in the hospital bed bitterly. In one hand he held his beloved silver dollar coin. In the other he held a ring; a beautiful diamond ring. Normally it would have glittered in the light, reflecting its light off all the walls; each color dancing as the diamond turned and spun even slightly. The diamond only gave off a feeble small light. It was still beautiful, but not as great as it could have been. It was covered in ashes, and grease, damaged from the explosion that had happen not so many hours ago.
Tonight. He was going to propose tonight. After the Joker had been delivered the two of them would have gone out to eat, and he would ask. If he was lucky, she would have said yes, and the two would have lived together forever, happily.
Someone opened the door of his room. He didn't turn, he concentrated on the ring, and its former beauty. "Ahem" a rough voice said. He turned harshly, there standing in front of him was the Joker- dressed as a female nurse. Two-face felt anger build up inside of him.
Two-Face returned to his home some time later. He pulled the gun from his belt out and placed it on a the rickety stool next to the door. The stool wobbled slightly as the gun was placed onto it, he paid no attention however and went to his kitchen and grabbed a can of corn. He growled slightly at the beggarly state of food of which he was about to eat. He lifted the can, and slammed it down on the counter. The lid fell off, and the can was severely dented. He grabbed a fork and started eating the corn out of the can. He hated living like this; he missed the high class in which he used to live in.
Caviar, fancy dinner parties, and elegant wine every night of everyday. The memories swirled around him, as he remembered dancing with Rachel, how he held her in his arms, close to him. Before the accident that changed his life. The one that ended hers. Bitterly he took another bite. His thoughts wandered to the weak girl he had met earlier.
He was so sure that she was Rachel. She looked so identical to her! Her hair was so much. Well lighter than hers though. Rachel's was dark brown, while hers was that to dark for blond, to light for brown color. She may have been good looking, he wasn't paying to much attention. She looked so like her, and for a moment, he hoped that she was Rachel. He'd change if she were alive, he'd go straight just to be with her; to see her, and hold her again. "She's dead." a part of him said. What confused him though, is that girl, that stranger had somehow knew Rachel, yet she didn't know what had happen to her. He found this slightly weird. The fear in her eyes wasn't something that he had seen in a while either.
The people of Gotham feared him, but not like she had. They had feared him because they knew who and what he was capable of. She didn't, obviously. It didn't seem like fear of what he had looked like either. It was that pure fear that he hadn't seen in a long time. Pure fear of him, the unknown. She didn't know what he could do to her, what he would and wouldn't do. He smiled slightly as he took another bite of his food. He hadn't even had to use a weapon and she was terrified. He closed his eyes as he savored that quick moment. Then he started to realize something.
She obviously knew Rachel before. How, he didn't know. She almost seemed a clone of her, but she still looked normal. It made no sense. He had a feeling he'd run into her again though. The weak ones always somehow found their way back to people like him. It was as if they had a magnet for trouble. They never lived long though. He smiled slightly at himself as he thought about the moment he'd flip his coin. The fear in her eyes would increase, and then, it would end.
He savored the moment as he finished the last bit. He didn't move for a moment, he let the thought of taking her life take over him for a moment. Without thinking he roughly tossed the empty can into the trash. The sudden projectile, pushed the trash over, spilling the garbage out. He didn't care though, he grabbed his jacket, and gun and headed out again; for the second time that day.
Well there it is, I have a pretty good idea what's going to happen, but let's see together. Hope you liked it, it's not so wordy as the previous ones, but I don't have my glasses on, so I'm virtually blind right now, and can't think to well.
I hope you liked it, as always review, tell me what you think, and all that good stuff. I don't know how bad I am, unless you tell me.
