Oops! last time I forgot the Disclaimer;.I don't own Batman or any of its characters. I owned think I once had a batman figurine I nicked of my brother. Does it count if its stolen from siblings?
Note- I know I can't write in character for Joker. Just can't get it right. Don't flame me about it or I'll cry at you and you'll be all embarrassed cause I did. Sides, its my first Fic and thats just mean.
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JADE'S POV
We rushed in through the trades-men's entrance. I wondered at the time – was it just me or were there far too many people in the loading zone. And none of them were tradesmen or loading anything. We moved on up into the corridor but stopped when we heard shots. Ryan checked everyone was there.
"So who's shooting up there?" he asked. He shrugged "distractions 's good."
I realized that the people in the trades-men's entrance must've been shoppers sheltering from gunfire. Ryan was taking us in their despite the firefight.
I felt panicky.
We ran on. Ryan hauled me by my jacket to the front of the group. We went past garbage shoots, tearooms and change rooms. Ryan was using me as a shield in case of any oncoming bullets or people.
We burst out of the end of the corridor. Ryan pushed me forward and we ran into the tobacconist.
It was still open but there was no one behind the counter or in the store. Ryan tried to empty the cash register but it was locked. He started hitting it but to no avail. I went round to help while Ryan's friends covered the entrance.
Without warning a shot was fired. Closer this time. The guy that had tried to feel me up earlier dropped and a mist of blood covered the shelf behind him. He was dead.
I screamed.
Ryan pulled the cashier open, grabbed a few handfuls of fifties and ran. I followed. Ryan had promised me everything would be alright.
The guys followed us across to the corridor. I was the second person past the corner and Ryan was just in front. As soon as I was in the corridor a smattering of gunfire erupted. A machine gun. I watched all Ryan's friends fall down. I stood there in horror. It was only Ryan and I now. I heard Ryan swear from further along the corridor. He'd tripped but was getting up and keeping running. I followed. I didn't want to die.
MEANWHILE…
Batman swore under his breath. What were the chances of that? Two separate groups – one unknown and committing a robbery and the Joker plus goons trying to commit mass homicide – at the same time and place.
Joker seemed to have realized he had competition.
"Freeloaders! Trying to steal the limelight! Looking for something else free? Have my lead!" He shouted.
Shots broke out. One of the guards the robbers had put at the front of the store was given a brain piercing. There was a scream from inside the shop. It was high-pitched and young.
Batman realized he had to act now. There could be an innocent in there. The Joker was distracted – the hostages here were relatively safe – the Joker's goons didn't have their guns trained on them.
He aimed his first batarang. Joker first. He didn't hire smart goons so they wouldn't be able to do anything too major without him.
Smack!
It embedded in his shoulder. Joker let out a cry of pain and his goons stopped firing to see what was wrong – but not before the most of the robbers were dropped.
Batman aimed his second and third batarangs at the machine guns. He threw them and leapt from his hiding place. A punch was thrown at his face but he dodged. The fist was loosely curled so he broke the fingers. The guy was an amateur. Couldn't even punch well.
A side kick to the one who was trying to rush him. The man's nose made a snapping noise and he fainted. He ducked from the next two and grabbed ones coat and sent him crashing into the other. Five down out of fifteen. Joker was clutching his heavily bleeding shoulder but still issuing orders.
"Shoot him!" he shouted.
Ten more thugs with pistols. He dodged back behind the concrete pillar. He felt the bullets thump into the concrete behind his back, making it shudder. A gas capsule was rolled his way. He put on his gas mask and plugged the outlet on it. He dropped a flash grenade on it and it went up without hurting anyone. A fragment grenade rolled at him next. He shot his grapnel and hung from the roof. He flipped across into the safety of the shadows.
The grenade exploded and the pillar collapsed. Shrapnel flew past him and shattered the light globes. A piece sliced his chin.
Joker shot six of his own goons. He was going psychotic on his troops. There were only four left unharmed. They took one look at the Joker and ran for the nearest exit – the corridor opposite the tobacconist. Batman was about to drop on Joker and secure him. But the joker saw his reflection on the polished floor and shot up. The bullet grazed his shoulder but didn't penetrate. Of more consequence was the fact that it snapped his suspension line.
He flipped and landed in a heavy crouch, which he turned, into a roll so the impact didn't break his knees.
He chucked his first aid pouch to the nearest civilian and ran after the Joker. He was standing outside the corridor where his goons had run. He was laughing.
"Toodles!" he said, waving at someone or something down the corridor. Batman snatched both of his waving hands ands ripped the savagely behind the man's back. He secured him with a pair of handcuffs and ran down the corridor – He had to make sure the gas didn't get into the loading zone where people might be sheltering.
There was Joker gas everywhere. The bodies of Joker's goon's had just stopped breathing and began to twitch. The death toll grew higher. He was glad for his gasmask.
JADE'S POV
I was running as fast as I could so when Ryan suddenly stopped at a garbage shoot I ran into him and knocked him over. His gun went of and I felt the bullet rush by my ear. He swore loudly and smacked my face. He hauled himself up and began to work at the opening to the garbage shoot. There was a metal flap over the entrance and a thick padlock held it in place. Ryan swore again and shoved me away. I slipped and fell on the ground. Ryan tried to pick the lock, but it was slow work. We heard six more shots and laughter and frightened cries. Then we heard the footsteps; someone was thundering down here after us – more than one-person – lots of people. There was another shot and the footsteps came faster, whoever they were they were running for all they were worth. Ryan began to shriek and bash his head against the metal flap – and then the padlock clicked open.
I helped Ryan haul it open. He clambered in first then kicked out. I caught his foot in my stomach and he slammed the door behind him. I tried to open it but he was holding it shut from the inside. I struggled and pulled with all my might. Nothing. He was deliberately holding it shut.
I was betrayed – but I couldn't think that right then. I couldn't think anything.
All of a sudden the footsteps stopped. I curled up in ball and tried to block out the sound, but I couldn't.
There was the sound of laughter and pleading - then coughing and retching, then nothing.
I sat curled in a ball pulling my stupid pink balaclava down over my eyes. The air was thick and hard to breath but I was managing it. I felt dizzy but that was probably just the adrenaline rush. I tried not to think about how many were out there bleeding to death.
I didn't want to know.
I didn't want to know because it was my fault.
