I'm back with another Chapter, sorry for the slight delay. I just got done with both AP testing and gymnastics season. I should have more time to write now. Well why am I even trying here? I don't even know if everyone reads this anyway. Well onto the story.
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He felt completely at home as he stood, surrounded by the tent's red and white glow. He was at the circus. Better yet, he was a clown at the circus. What could be more perfect and more fitting then that. The smile that was forever on his face grew even wider.
The Joker stood on the trapeze platform, looking down at the bodies below. Once happy, smiling bodies, now covered in a crimson bath of blood. They were a family of birds that fell from their perch. The father bird has his wings outstretched toward his wife, as if his last act of life had been attempting to pointlessly protect her falling form. The mother bird's wings were pointed up, as if they had wanted one last hug goodbye from her waiting son. And the little birdie, the pride and joy of his parents, lay in-between their crumpled forms where the Joker had dropped him, both his wings covering the lifeless bodies of his parents. Three pairs of wings that would never fly at that circus again.
The Joker took once last memorial look at the gruesome scene before checking his blood red watch for the time. Did time even work in dreams? He'd have to ask old Scarecrow when he had the chance. But now it was time for him to get back to the real birdie. One with life left in him to ruin anew. One with wings that he could freshly break. The joker pulled a sharp blade from the fold of his suit and positioned it right above his heart. With one last grin he plunged the blade into his waiting heart and the circus scene faded from his closing eyes.
Robin woke with a jolt, screaming his head off. He felt the hot tears still sliding down his face. His parent's death flashed over and over before his eyes. It felt so real, so close, like it had just happened, like he was still a small, lost 8 year old acrobat.
He took several shaky deep breaths before remembering where he was and who he was with. Looking across from him was another nightmare, but this one real and present. The Joker sat in the chair across from him, his head lolled to the side comically, his hands positioned over his heart like he was dead. The man even slept like a maniac.
But as Robin was staring at him, his eyes slowly began to open, revealing the madness within. The Joker smiled back at the distressed bird and stretched his arms and legs in a large, over exaggerated yawn.
"Why, good morning again Dicky Bird. I hope you don't mind the new nick name. It is a fusion of your two lives after all." The Joker then pulled the tube out of his own arm and standing up, he began slowly waking toward the bird as he talked, getting closer and closer with each word. "Richard Grayson is the great Batman's Robin. I should have guessed. The world famous acrobat turned tragic orphan, turned rich playboy's son."
The Joker was now nose to nose with the boy, so close Robin could smell his putrid breath. It smelled of blood mixed with the intoxicating aroma of roses, an awkward combination to say the least. Would make anyone want to barf and prance at the same time.
"That would make the big, bad Batsy Bruce Wayne now wouldn't it boyo," the Joker whispered slowly into Robin's ear, as if he was saying a dark secret he wanted no one in a one meter radius to overhear.
As a response, Robin spit all the liquid he had left in his mouth straight into the Joker's wide, taunting eyes. Without even blinking the joker wiped the spit out of his eyes and put both his hands on either side of the boy's face. His fingers played with the edges of his black domino mask as he hissed, his voice filled with venom, "Let us see what those eyes look like. I've wanted to do this since you first put your training tights on and slipped into the bat's shadow." With that, the Joker ripped the mask right off the boy's face, revealing his piercing, blue eyes. The Joker froze for a split second, the eyes, still brimming with tears, seemed to stare straight into the Joker's soul, that is, if he still had one left.
The Joker recovered quickly and smashed the mask back onto the boy's face, causing him to wince. "For what I'm going to do to you now I want you to be Roby not Dicky. I technically have nothing against the little pretend playboy. But you on the other hand, I want to see writher in pain." The Joker smiled maliciously at the thought before slipping past the bird and into the shadows.
Robin could hear him moving around beyond his field of vision. He heard several bangs and clangs that didn't sounds like the Joker was picking flowers back there. He tried to harden his mind against the fear that was creeping in. "Don't worry, Batman will find you soon. Batman will save you," Robin kept saying over and over in his head, as if the pure mass repetition of it would make it come true.
When the Joker came back into view, he had a large, red stained duffle bag in his hands. He set the bag down to the side of Robin with a clang.
Pulling the tube out of Robin's restrained arm and throwing it aside, Joker said, "We won't be needing this for right now. You seem well rested enough. It's time to play with our eyes open nice and wide and awake." The Joker then unzipped the bag and pulled out a shiny new crowbar. Never before used. Never before smashed into anybody's body, until now.
Slapping the craw bar up and down in his gloved hands, the Joker walked over toward the bird, who was trying so very hard to be brave in the face of doom. Robin then closed his eyes tight, as Joker raised his arms and brought the crowbar down toward its victim in one fast arching swing…
Dun, Dun, Duuuuuuuuuuuun! How could I! I ended it right before it got good! Well I'm tired right now. If you REVIEW Then maybe I will find the time to write more tomorrow (or today...it is technically midnight of the next day.)