Yes,Yes,Yes,Yes, I know. I'm two months late on the promise I made but I'm hoping that the last minute re-editing and touch ups on this chapter was worth my while.
A lot of things needed my attention and I had no choice but to put off this chapter a few times see those things accomplished. Now I want you to just enjoy this chapter.
Blah, Blah, Blah = Narration
" Blah, Blah, Blah" = Talking
' Blah, Blah, Blah ' = Thinking
"TV " = Signs, Tv, etc.
Chapter 3
Third P.O.V
Evelyn ran as fast as she can through the dark, eerie halls of the asylum; she knew it wouldn't be long before the Batman couldn't hold off the clown-like monster of a man anymore. Even though she was gaining distance away from the bizarre psychopath, something deep inside her told her that it would take a lot more than distance to be safe from someone like that; the very thought of it made her want to desperately leave more than ever now. After about 5 minutes of running, she slowed down to a stop and leaned heavily against a nearby wall to catch her breath. She wanted to move forward but her legs and knees said otherwise so she settled for a slow walk using the wall for balance; her limbs weren't use to moving at such a strenuous pace and each step felt as though needles were being stabbed into the soles of her feet.
What drove her on was the light at the side of the hall and what it leads to; to her joy, she finally made it to the area of the asylum that held the door to freedom.
When she crept closer to the entrance of the lounge, she couldn't help the smile that formed as she made her way and grasped the side of the open doorway. It has been a month since she's been here and she never got the pleasure of being in the sun because of the institution's rules. It has been so long since she's been outside to feel and breathe the clean air around her and bask in the changing weather of the seasons. It was enough to miss the past institution she's been held in; at least they had the understanding and competence of knowing that being coped up inside for too long can do damage to one's mind and make one's strength wither away. As she was in her own little world, it took her a minute to realize that something was off.
Several people were on the ground, face down; the room looked like it got hit by a tornado and to her despair, the exit on the other side of the room was completely blocked off by a giant Jack-in-the-Box. She was still sore from the run and her balance was wavering as she took careful steps into the room; it seemed as though she was alone despite the people that she hoped were just unconscious.
"Ah..ooow!"
It seemed as though gravity and equilibrium were working against her as her leg dragged and ended up getting her foot caught underneath some random man's arm and down to the cold, hard floor, she went. The force of the fall was enough to cause more pain and soreness on her part but she was able to sit up and turn around to see who tripped on.
"What..?!"
She was thrown into shock for a moment when she looked at the man's face. His eyes were wide open and filled with veins lining the pupils and he had a wide, Cheshire cat-like grin on his face that was lined with stained teeth but for the most part, he seemed almost frozen, paralyzed from head to toe with a smile that only a clown can love.
Curiosity got the best of her when she went to every single person in the room and found that all of them were in the same state as the man.
"How am I supposed to get out of here now?"
A click then the sounds of mechanical gears turning drew her attention to the now-active Jack-in-the-Box as she saw the handle moving by itself.
The room was filled with the "Pop goes the weasel" melody playing in the air. She didn't know what caused the thing to suddenly turn on but she had a pretty good idea that it reacts to sound since she did nothing but open her mouth. Her instincts were screaming for her to run but she wanted to find out what happens next; as she backed away to the entrance for a safe distance, the melody slowly came to an end and the Jack-in-the-Box's head popped up, moving to and fro in a worm-like fashion.
It was only until she saw a pair of large pipes coming out of the box spewing green gas that she ran out of the room and continued forward on her escape. As she looked back, the gas was spreading quickly beyond the room entrance and now she ran with renewed vigor as she was being pursued by the vomit-colored vapor.
Taking different pathways that came her way, she made an effort to escape the gas but to no avail. It only seemed as though the gas was gaining on her, inch by inch.
As she ran for all it was worth, she saw someone at a distance on her path.
It looked like a woman.
To further state her presence, Evelyn screamed and cried for help to the stranger.
The woman turned to her direction, baffled by the scream and sudden appearance of a girl being chased by an unknown gas.
"This way! Quick!"
The stranger grabbed Evelyn when she was within reach and sprinted on the path she came in, forcing her to keep up so she won't be left behind.
Evelyn felt her knees beginning to give way until her hand was pulled further forward.
"Come on, we're almost there!"
"Hurry up, I've been running for God knows how long and my legs are about to give out any minute!"
"In a minute, we'll be out of here…there!"
As the woman continued to lead, Evelyn saw a door at the end of the path and it encouraged her to speed up as much as she can;
that and the gas was creeping up on their heels.
Her second savior tonight forced the door open quickly letting Evelyn go first into the stormy weather then heard a loud slam of the door as it was been shut.
When Evelyn looked back, the woman was fully against the door catching her breath and the remains of the green gas leaking out from under the door watered down and merging with the small fog near the ground from the heavy rain; it was then that she thanked whatever god was up there for the rain and stroke of luck.
Together, her and the stranger escaped the gas in time.
Evelyn's legs buckled and next thing she knew, she was on the wet concrete ground face up and hyperventilating.
Her entire body was being cooled down by the refreshing feel of rain.
As she tried to gain oxygen, she can taste and almost drink the water being poured on her.
She couldn't hear anything but the rain and the welcoming darkness that overcame her.
Next morning...
Evelyn found herself in Gotham General Hospital; when she passed out last night on the concrete, she accidentally split the right side of her temple open when she collapsed.
The paramedics had to rush her to the nearest public hospital to close and stitch the wound.
Now she had to go talk to the police about what exactly happened while she was in Arkham.
So here she was in her room, just watching the news and enjoying her time away from the asylum.
"Chief Rojas, Any suspects yet on this bizarre Jack-in-the-Box hostage incident?"
"I'm not at liberty to reveal whom but I feel confident that our best detectives are closing in on 'em as we speak and I ensure you that once we capture this assailant that we will bring him under proper justice."
"Will this mean that this next capture will not be aided by the Batman this time, Chief Rojas?"
"I guarantee that we will do everything in our power to search and arrest whoever the suspect is before the Batman has a means to get to the assailant first."
"And that's all, will GPD finally make an arrest that Batman hasn't, we can only hope for Gotham's Finest. Back to you, Jim."
'Well this is taking a new spin on racing for the green. Damn clown. What the hell did he want with Arkham anyway, an admission?'
Just on that thought her nurse came in and with expected guests on Evelyn's part.
She was surprised to see the same woman that rescued her from the gas last night, even more so that she was a cop. She took this moment to finally get into detail on her appearance. She looked of Asian descent with the same blue-black hair that she possessed herself, the difference was that this woman's was more straighter and longer than her own. She had dark brown eyes and a slim figure wearing a black T-shirt with a red jacket and jeans. Despite the casual outfit that threw her off at first sight, she was definitely on the side of the law from the gun holster on her belt and badge she was holding in the palm of her hand.
Her partner looked of African descent and had on proper work-attire compared to the woman, he was bald and looked though he goes to the gym twice a week but didn't look too muscular. His most striking feature was his baby blue eyes that enhanced his good looks and seemed to draw her in.
"Ms. Myers, the police are hear to see you." A man and a woman came through the door to her bed's rear and the nurse exited closing the door behind them, the woman spoke first.
"I'm Detective Ellen Yin, Ms. Myers, and this is my partner, Detective Ethan Bennett. We'd like to have a few words on what happened in the asylum before and during the attack."
"Um...okay. A lot of things happened around me in Arkham that night so do you mind if this story's gonna be longer than expected?" Evelyn asked.
"Don't worry about it, we don't mind at all." Detective Bennett said.
As the man reassured her, she just took her time and told the story from what happened in her cell, the escaped patients, the struggle of eluding the psychopath and experience with Batman, to escaping the asylum with her nerves in tact.
It was noon when she finally finished her side of the story. The detectives Benett and Yin, thanked her for her time and started to make way to the door before Evelyn spoke out.
"Hey..uh Detective Yin."
"Yes?" Yin spoke in response.
"I just wanted to say before you go....thank you for saving my life last night." Evelyn said.
"I don't worry about it, it's all a part of my job." Yin said with an appreciated smile and Evelyn smiled back then they bid each other goodbye.
Later after she had a talk with the detectives, the transporters of Arkham were here and she was driven back to Arkham.
In cuffs, of course.
E - P.O.V
In the Evening...
I was in the rec room watching tv and having an occassional conversation with Frey, as usual until the news bulletin appeared on tv. It showed a red-haired woman in lavender outside by some dock behind a police scene.
"This is Vicki Vale, reporting live from Gotham Harbor Bay, where the Batman made his latest and possibly, most dangerous capture yet, a terrorist that goes only by the name of Joker. This bizarre, mad man is now currently being apprehended by Gotham PD Detectives Ethan Bennett and Ellen Yin."
And I see the camera focusing on them right now. The two were keeping a grip on the very clown that I was almost a victim of. His face right now almost made me laugh, he looked like the picture perfect model of a kid being put on time-out. Unfortunately before I had anymore time to bask in the clown's humiliation, the camera focused on another guy that I was close to suspect of being a closet camera-whore. Rojas showed his face yet again for the reporters to flock over.
"Chief Rojas, are there any details regarding where Joker will be detained at the moment?" asked the same blond guy that kept reporting the Chief.
"For now, we plan on bringing him to Blackgate Penitentiary where he will be under interrogation and the highest maximum security possible and to find his motive behind the attempted attack on Gotham's citizens." replied Rojas.
"Do you have any comments about the Batman and his deed in saving Gotham from a near-gas attack?" asked the blond reporter.
"Chief Rojas, what does this mean for your department if the criminals continue to grow in threat each year since the Batman's appearance?" asked a random reporter.
Now that is the question that I want an answer for.
"There will be no comment at this time." said Rojas and he jogged away from the reporter like a whipped dog.
"A damn shame that they couldn't put the clown on for a little while longer."
"Is that how you like your men to be. Moon-kissed skin, blood red lips, and flowing long hair? Why, Evelyn? I didn't think you that sort of girl." Frey teased and even twirled a bit in a way that mocked a high school girl in love in a drama.
At that moment I cackled what sounded like a cross between a hyena and a child for a moment then cracked "Yeah and suddenly he'll wisked me away into the world of the unknown where there are neverending carnivals, enough cotton candy and corndogs to make you retch, and the night stays forever. If I wanted that then I shoulda stayed with Peter Pan and his lost boys when I had the chance."
It wasn't long til both of us had the rec room laughing a storm, least the ones that got our crappy homemade joke.
"But seriously, no I wanted to see that crazed clown pay. I almost got gassed because of him and I can still see those people I saw gassed fresh in my mind, I only hope they're in one peace."
I just hope that they put that manic in a place far away from civilization where he'll never hurt anyone around him if he somehow escapes.
If he can get in Arkham without being detected until the last minute, what makes them think that he won't escape the same way?
With most of the city filled with civilans surrounding this asylum, the court would have be high to put that psychopath clown here in Arkham.
Besides I don't want to have a reunion with him any time soon.
Third P.O.V
Chief Rojas was starting to lose his nerve; he has been interrogating this terrorist clown for the past 6 hours with no breaks and still has no clue or bits leading to the man's real identity or justifiable cause behind this attempted attack on Gotham. The clown has been doing nothing but dodging his questions and spewing random nonsense about meaningless topics. His data analysts were coming with nothing but dead ends concerning this man, even blood and dna samples proved useless.
According to the government, this man was a complete ghost.
What really pissed Rojas off was that once again, the Batman caught the perp.
Meanwhile, Joker was just leaning in his chair balancing all of his weight on the back legs of the chair humming a private tune to himself. Even though he didn't show it, he was infuriated and embarrassed to think that some loon like himself defeated him. Beating him in combat and smarts was one thing but just passing him on to the men in blue to handle was nothing short of an insult. It was like he was homework to just leave on the teacher's desk to grade and throw away if he made good marks. He will deal with Batman for this another time but right now, his main annoyances were the ones in front of him and he'd be a monkey's uncle if he'd explain his joke to these humorless neanderthals like some amateur comedian.
The Chief took out a bottle of aspirin, popping three in his mouth swallowing them whole, to try to calm himself down to a point to where he can talk to the clown without blowing a gasket.
"One more time, Joker. What's your real agenda?" asked Rojas.
"Well, Chiefy. I just wanted to spread a couple of laughs to a city in need of a smile. You people are much too dull and grey for my tastes so I thought 'Hey! Why not splash some fun and color to your decor?' considering the big ball o' glum in black that frequents your slums, I'd think the good people would like a change in attitude, wouldn't you say, Tubby?" said Joker in a way to rile up the easily-tempered cop.
"Let me get this straight, the reason behind this stunt is because you wanted to see people happy?" said Rojas trying his best to intrepret his response.
"That's pretty much what I just said." said Joker. He really didn't care how the Chief intrepreted it as long as it involved being away from him. He was quickly getting irritated by him and toying with these stick-in-the-muds was getting old very fast.
"Alright, that's it. We're done with this clown. Put him in his holding cell and round up security. I want him monitored at all times." ordered Rojas as two guards had Joker in a tight grip and pulled him up from his chair.
Joker was grinning ear to ear finally getting out of the stuffy room he was forced to be in for 6 agonizing hours. He's never been forced to stay in one spot for so long in his crazed life and he didn't think he would have the restraint to take it anymore.
At least getting the Chief of Police hot under the collar was worth it.
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