Yay, chapter four, or five if you count the introduction. Finally you get to meet the boy/girl who will assist the... Joker! ha ha haha HAHAHAHAHA! MWAHAHAHAHA! Ok, I'm calm now. Enjoy!
Chapter 4
The halls were vacant at the moment when a tall figure in a brown sweatshirt and plaid pair of skater shorts trenched past the plain wall of lockers. The figure scooted into the auditorium, inconspicuously and then took down his hood, revealing a young man with three piercings in each ear and a striped hat over dark blond hair. The youth grinned putting down a gray tin bucket and a bag of glittery confetti and bottle of soda.
He unzipped the bag and dumped it into the bucket before also empting the bottle as well. He worked surely, with that mischievous smile, chuckling. He knew he'd probably be put in detention but that thought pushed no fear into his dizzied head. He was used to it by now. He cracked his knuckles and grabbed a stage rope. The boy's name was Jack Rofter.
Jack smirked as he tightened the rope knot around the handle of the bucket. Oh, today would be glorious, diffidently fun up the boring assembly that was to happen soon. He let out a crazy cackle as he set up the bucket of laughs, neon colored confetti and mountain dew mixture sloshing about, over the speaker box positioned in the middle of the stage. This would also be pay back. Principal Roberts was such an old fart; didn't know a good laugh when it was smashed in his face. But this, this would put a smile of that wrinkly humor-deprived visage.
He stood at the back, hidden in the stage curtains, holding the rope in his hands with a strong grip. He could hear the irrelevant chatter of Gotham General's student body fill the auditorium and he felt another gust of maniacal laughter tickle his throat and stomach. It continued until the high whine of the stand mike shut up the eager mouths. Mr. Roberts stood at the stand, tall and straight, though his gait had been stricken with age. He had a bushy gray mustache that looked like a plump over-stuffed caterpillar. His eyes were dark and held no light. His gray wisps of sheltered hair, was combed over his bald head. And on Mr. Roberts face was a permanent scowl. What Jack hated the most was frowning.
"This assembly is about the recent escalation of unacceptable behavior in our school the past year. For example-" At that moment, Jack yanked the rope making his mop bucket of goodies tip over and spill its contents onto the elderly principal's head. It took two seconds for the whole room to lunge into a roar of unconfined laughter. Mr. Roberts grimaced, flinging the wretched confetti and soda. Jack extricated from the curtains pointing and whooping with devious laughs. "That's it, Mr. Robs, smile like you mean it!" his voice boomed throughout the room. The Joker, dressed in a navy blue jumper, smiled before starting to laugh as well.
If you were insanely suicidal and wanted to die in the most disturbing of ways, Gotham General detention hall was the place to go. There were always the kids who liked to cut themselves, as well as others, that would be happy to be at your service. Or the even pleasanter psychopaths who'd love to just sharpen a lead pencil into a lethal weapon and pluck your eyes out. Oh yes, detention was diffidently for the insane and/or suicidal.
Luckily, Chanel fit the first of these descriptions. She loved detention and the sickly gruesome things that went on there. She could always expect a couple laughs from petrified newbies who had sat in the wrong seat and thus would receive a good being to keep them on their toes. When she opened the door of detention hall she wasn't startled by the mass of patrons. It was almost always full, and it'd be startling if it was not.
She walked in and a smile as wide as pudding face spread across her lips. Jack was there in his usual seat, feet propped out on his desk. She sat in the seat across from him. "Ripper, what's up." She greeted him, resting her own feet on the metal bar of his desk. Jack smiled, looking at her with glee.
"I finally did it, sort of. I almost made Mr. Robs smile." Chanel laughed and clapped her hands some of the students who deemed themselves 'popular,' turned to glance at her rolling their eyes. She paid them no mind, because honesty if she had they'd be crying for their mothers, and no matter how fun that would be, Jack's pranks were more captivating.
"Good job! I wish I were there to see what you did." She scowled and Jack raised a twitching eyebrow at the horrid expression on her face.
"Where were you?" a devious grin replaced Chanel's frown.
"Did you hear about Grimmsy having to go to the hospital?" he shook his head and she began to laugh hysterically. "Well…let's just say that he slipped and threw out his back…" she trailed off and their gazes met before chuckling. "Yeah, so Robs gave me about three weeks of detention and I had to stay at the main office the rest of the day." Just then the door opened and a tiny girl with bouncy blond curls and blue eyes walked through the door.
She frowned for a second, looking around, before planting her self in the seat in front of Chanel. The room had gone quiet because the obvious newbie had picked the wrong seat to sit in. they waited expectantly for her to fall victim to the punk's harassment. Chanel leaned forward till her pale face was right behind the girl's ear. "Little girl, Little girl, get in the car." She called and the freshmen's shoulders tensed as she twisted her head around to stare at the creepy looking sophomore behind her.
Jack and a majority of the room blinked at Chanel and she mimicked them. "What, I'm merely pointing out the fact that any pedophile in Gotham would just love to pick up such a cute little girl in their car." The room went eerily quiet and a fiery-headed girl with a pair of glasses over amber eyes two seats behind Jack raised an eyebrow. "Come on I'm just kidding!" Chanel's arms went up as if to state her innocence. Then she looked straight at the girl again with intense grey eyes. "You wouldn't talk to strangers, right, Little girl?"
The girl blinked. "On the contrary," she twirled her hair with her fingers thoughtfully. "I often talk to strangers. If they hear me speak they don't judge my appearance. After I talk to them though, they tend to walk away." The girl pouted for a second before erupting into giggles. The people watching the confrontation felt a lot less comfortable when they heard her eerily creepy laugh. It was a laugh of a mad woman. "Momma always told me that no one would dare kidnap me if they treasured their sanity!"
Chanel stared blankly at her failed scare attempt before laughing. "I like you kid, what's your name?" She leaned forward in her seat to get closer to the new girl and shot a few glares at the people who kept staring at them. Some people were so nosy.
"I'm Emily but they call me Emmy." She smiled brightly.
"They?" Chanel asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You know…" Emmy leaned forward as if sharing a secret. "They!" She looked dead serious for a moment before laughing again. "Just pullin your leg! I'm not that crazy… or am I…" She looked thoughtful for a moment. "So what's your name?"
"Well I'm Chanel, and this is Jack." She pointed her thumb over to where Jack was sitting. "AKA the Ripper."
"Scary, I like it." She smiled.
"So newbie, what are you in for?" Jack asked.
"Apparently I'm not allowed to threaten to feed people to animals when they insult me but whatever, I'm over it." She sighed. Just then Miss. Red-head-amber-eyes decided to come pay them a visit.
"Hey! If it isn't detention's favorite little nerd!" Jack lightly teased her. She scowled. "Have you met Emmy?"
"Don't test me, Jack. I just came over to ask you to stop corrupting the freshmen. This school is bad enough as it is without you two breeding troublemakers." She scolded.
Chanel threw her arms in the air. "The girl is a goner already!" The other girl rolled her eyes and Emmy giggled her insane laugh.
"It's true!" She laughed.
"So what you in for this time, Haaaaley?" He carried out her name to annoy her a bit. "Lose your temper again?" Jack asked the red-head.
"That damn bitch Anna couldn't keep her mouth shut because I won the substitutes' stupid contest." She growled. "Now we both have detention, so I guess it was a victory in its on way."
"Anna Cross? The one who's scared of law mowers? Oh, she's harmless." Chanel murmured. "But I thought the counting thing'd work, Tiggers."
"I told you not to call me that." Haley said curtly with her narrowed amber eyes. Chanel shrugged as another girl entered the interesting day of detention. She swept back a loose lock of waved auburn hair and her green eyes gazed around the room until the locked on Jack and turned into daggers.
"You!" she shouted from across the room and Jack's eyes widened. The room again had become awkward staring at the group that seemed to have become a cult.
As the girl marched over to them Chanel smirked at Jack. "You've been busy today, eh Ripper. The girls seem to be all over you." Jack shot her a look and she chuckled.
"This is all your fault, you ignorant fool! I'm probably gonna get some lecture on doing the right thing again. Why do you insist on annoying me?" the girl's fists were glued to the sides of her short pleated skirt as she stared at him with burning green eyes.
"Losen up, Ever, can't you take a joke?" Jack asked and received a very hostile look in response. "Guess that's a no." he mumbled. Ever took a seat behind Chanel who smiled at her.
"Wow, I haven't seen you since Terrie Parker plucked out your orchards and you punched her in the face. What the Ripper do this time?"
Ever glared at the creepy chick and then at Jack. "He hit me with a freaking spit ball." Chanel blinked, observing Ever for a second.
"Fe, are you sialophobic?"
"What does that mean?" Emmy asked and Chanel gave her a maniacal grin and draped an arm over her shoulder.
"You see Ems; sialophobia is the fear of saliva. Though there is no actual term, it is the most accurate one there is." she answered and Ever rolled her eyes. Today was diffidently a day for the freak shows. The newly built group babbled on in mini conversations until they were all suddenly gagged and some kinds of masks were plunged over their faces.
Haley lunged her head backwards into her assailant's chest (at least that's what she believed) trying to wriggle free, but the hands holding her down were strong and not giving up. Jack's legs went flying up for a second and hit her in the face before he began to flop in a circle. "Ouch, who the fuck!" she muffled against the mask.
Emmy was buzzing into hers, it making a sound that she thought resembled that of a honey bee and she wasn't the least worried about the spontaneous abduction. Ever cussed and did a jig that looked a lot like the hokey-pokey, though it was an attempt to escape. Chanel was giggling into her gag/mask, completely at home, because all the while, the other students in detention hall were screaming so violently, you'd think they'd been set on fire.
The abductors lifted each teen and crept outside the building leaving the terrified others without aid. Soon the gang was aware they had been transported away and were sitting up against something flat and rough, possibly a wall? One by one the masks and gags were removed, revealing a group of five people, all familiar to each of them.
"Ah, shit." Haley cursed under her breath. The five people in front of them were five of Gotham's most notorious criminals, and one of them looked suspiciously liked Mr. Pierce. Wait, pierce… was another word for riddle. Damn.
"Hello kiddies!" Said a chilling voice that made all of them cringe a bit, even the fearless Chanel. They saw the Joker's pale skin and his blood-red smile. "I suppose you're wondering why you're here… good, cause I'm going to tell you!"
Nothing, no sarcastic teenage remarks, no 'let us go's or 'my dad's a cop's. Each of them seemed frozen in place by the clown in front of them. Each of them was frozen for his or her own reason; fear, fascination, curiosity, interest.
"Well you see we villains are getting old." He looked at them expectantly. "When it is time for us to go, we want to leave something in our path. We want to have somebody to follow in our shoes. So I sat down and thought to myself, self, who better to fill our shoes then teenagers, the supposed bright future of tomorrow? And you know what? Myself liked that idea!" He burst into laughter and Emmy shook with the sudden urge to join in it.
The Riddler stepped forward and let his eyes skim over the cluster of teens. "Each of us went into the school looking for a student to…" He searched for a word.
"Reform?" The Joker smiled
"Reform? Ok then… Well we picked you." His eyes lingered on Haley before snapping back to the villains.
"Really you should be honored." Scarecrow smirked at them. "Think of all the wonderful possibilities this has opened for you." Chanel stared at him in a complete trance. She was in love with the man. She had pictures of him all over her room. He was her idol and she thought she would pass out. The almighty god of fear was actually in front of her.
"That's right kiddies! You're Uncle J wasn't just thinking of us when he thought of this idea, but of what it could mean for you!" He smiled wider, if that was possible. "Questions?" Jack and Channel seemed unable to speak at the moment and Ever was too busy depicting the wondrous mystery of Poison Ivy's costume. Haley slowly raised her hand, daring to be the first to break the ice.
"Ya-essss?" Joker smiled at her and she fidgeted ever so slightly.
"Um, how to word this, what the fuck?" She asked. It wasn't bold or threatening as it may have seemed, but more like an honest question.
"I just explained that and I hate to repeat myself. Next question!" Ever was next. The two rational thinking one's were taking the initiative to get everything straight. Joker pointed to her to state her question
"Who's, who's?" She asked.
"What a wondrous question!" The Mad Hatter clapped his hands.
"Yes that is a good question, one that I will be answering." The Riddler took charge. "Mss. Haley will be with me, Ever Fern with Poison Ivy, Jack with The Joker, Chanel with Crane and Emily with Hatter. Is everybody clear?" neither of them had a response, besides Jack's jaw dropping with a mixture of aghast and fear, so he went on with, "Anymore questions?"
Emmy raised her hand quickly; shooting it up in the air like it was the most important question in the world. She waved it around when they didn't pick her right away. "Yes, Emmy?" The Mad Hatter asked with a spec of glee in his eyes.
"Why did ya kidnap us?" She asked. The other four teens blinked at her, asking with their startled eyes 'do you have a death wish?'
"Didn't we just, uh, explain that?" The Joker approached her and Emmy's eyes rested on him in small disagreement.
"No, you told us why we were here, but not why you kidnapped us." She explained her question.
"Would you have come with us if we came marching into the room with an invitation?" Poison Ivy scoffed.
"Yes." She blinked at them as if it were obvious. It her mind it probably was. The Joker laughed, slapping his hand to one knee.
"I can see why you picked this one, Hatty! Alright everybody, in the van, before Batman gets here…"