This chapter is dedicated to Jokersgirl24, who is in the process of writing "Joker Discovers Fanfiction"! All of us at WSS definitely owe her one!
The Batman stood off to the side, partly obscured by the shadows of what was left of the walls in the apartment. The Gotham Police Department picked through the rubble, searching for anything that was left behind. The only thing that had survived the blast was, of course, dozens of Joker cards. However, they had grown accustomed to the clown's trademark.
The bomb and leveled only one apartment on the entire floor, a miraculous thing. And yet Batman was confused. It was unlike the Joker to be so careful about the explosions he created. Usually, the more destruction the better. But only the walls of that one apartment had been torn down. Minor damage and injuries had occurred throughout the building as shockwaves caused things to fall but nothing else serious had occurred. GCPD had found no evidence that anyone had been inside the room at the time it had exploded.
Once most of the other policemen and technicians had left the scene, Jim Gordon quietly made his way over to the Batman. Ever since he had declared the Batman a dangerous vigilante, it seemed that Gordon and the Batman had been working even more closely. Once everyone left a scene, he consulted with the man he was supposed to be hunting.
"What do you suppose he's up to?" Jim asked the caped man.
"I'm not sure," the Batman allowed. "It's unlike him to be so calculated." Of course, he knew that the Joker was never predictable.
"I'll let you know when we have more leads on this," Gordon promised.
Without saying a word, the Batman disappeared.
The Joker's hand reached out and grabbed the neck of her shirt. He yanked her hard, pulling her out from her hiding place. He dragged her down the stairs, back to the room where the henchmen had been counting out money.
"Game over," he yelled menacingly.
It was, at this exact moment, that Marlye began to seriously consider the possibility that there was something wrong with her.
That could be the only explanation for how much she enjoyed letting her eyes rove over the thick planes of scar tissue on his face. It could be the only reason she was taken aback when his tongue swept snake-like across his lips.
"So, Marlye. Did you enjoy our uh..game?" He sat down in one of the chairs, the sound of the henchmen returning filling the room as he smirked at her.
It was 11:30 p.m. On the southside of Gotham City, several men in clown masks ran through an alleyway. One of the things about Gotham was that it never seemed to slow down. Even at the late hour, cars were moving along the streets, taxis were honking at each other, signs blared their message.
This also afforded their Boss unlimited oppurtunitues for chaos whenever the mood struck him.
They moved quickly from shadow to shadow, being careful not to be seen until the right time. At the edge of one of the alleyways they stopped and crouched into a dark shadow. Smartass, as they called him on missions, whipped out his laptop and set to work. Boss had been doing small jobs for too long. It was time to remind Gotham what chaos really was.