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[A/N] Check out jjp55's profile for this story from the Joker's pov!
The Joker
Black Mamba hurried toward the twin mountain peaks and the distant promise of home. She'd managed to avoid most of the other contestants so far by staying off any trails and keeping a wide berth between her and the many explosions she'd seen.
She was traveling through a thick jungle of giant trees and mossy boulders rising out of the ground like ancient, slumbering monsters. Black Mamba had to constantly move branches and vines out of her way. As she pushed aside one large branch she saw a towering, black, spiny creature only a few feet from her. She stifled a cry and quickly moved away. She hurried in the opposite direction, checking every other second whether she was being pursued.
She let herself get distracted and didn't notice the man stepping out of the bushes until she almost ran into him. She stopped short in front of him and quickly looked him over. The man had painted his face in a grotesque resemblance of a clown with a red smile painted over long scars that extended his lips into a weird smile.
"Oh, excuse me," He said, smoothing back his stringy, green hair, "I'm The Joker." He extended his hand.
"Black Mamba." She replied, not returning the gesture.
"That is one of my favorite snakes." He said. The dark black circles around his eyes made him hard to read.
She shifted to a more grounded stance, "Listen, if you want a fight I'll take you down, but I strongly suggest you walk away." She said.
"Tsk, that doesn't seem very exciting." He said and pulled out a knife. "Let's play a bit."
He came forward and swiped the knife at her so she had to Retreat quickly. She drew her own knife and deflected the next attack. He kicked at her but she jumped to the side and kicked to his kidneys. He braced himself against a tree ad pushed off to strike at her again. As she stepped out of his path he changed direction and was behind her.
"Ooh, this looks dangerous." He said. Black Mamba's Hattori Hanzo sword rang in the air as she spun to face him.
Her sword balanced clumsily in the Joker's hand as he slid his knife into his belt. "Get your hands off my sword!" She said as she charged forward with her own knife. The Joker gripped the hilt of the katana with both hands and chopped down at her arm. She blocked the blade against her own and pushed it to the side. The clown swung the sword back under and it cut her leg.
Black Mamba clenched her teeth and thrust her knife into his arm. He yelped and brought the sword up to cut her arm. She let go of the knife and grabbed the hilt of the sword as it came up. They both held on, struggling for control of the sword. Black Mamba jammed her heel into the top of The Joker's foot and he let go then she pulled the sword back over her head, her body turned to the side in preparation for the next attack. The Joker pulled her knife from his arm, angrily muttering, and threw it at a tree.
She moved quickly and thrust the sword forward; he dodged so it only cut his coat. He brought the knife down towards her head. She ducked low and swung her leg around, knocking him over. He turned into a roll and found his feet quickly.
"You're a feisty one." He said, licking his lips. "I think I'm feeling some fireworks."
He pulled something from his coat and threw it on the ground in front of her. There was a bright flash and she was knocked to the ground, unable to see anything. He kicked Black Mamba hard in the side and she swung her katana at him. Her blade dug deep into something too hard to be flesh. He cackled as she tried to pull her sword free from the tree.
She heard his footsteps approaching and abandoned the katana to get away. Her visions returned slowly and she saw the Joker ahead of her, knife ready. Black Mamba turned sharply and the ground disappeared beneath her feet. She slid down a steep embankment, groping at weeds and bushes as she rolled before she managed to grab a low tree branch.
The ground was more level here, so she was able to feel her way to a boulder and edge around it. She heard the Joker coming down the slope, crashing through the brush. She tried to focus and make a plan, but could not imagine what the psychotic man would do next.
Her sight had mostly returned now and she pressed her back against the rock craning her neck to see if the clown was anywhere in sight. A shadow moved though the trees on the right, but it was just an animal. She felt a tapping on her shoulder and whirled to her feet. The Joker shoved her back and stuck a knife in her mouth, playing it lightly against the inside of her cheek.
"Hello Blondie." He said quietly, "Were you looking for me?" Black Mamba's eyes were wide. "Shh, shh, don't be scared. Do you know how I got these scars? I once had a beautiful wife and a perfect little girl." The metallic tastes of her blood and the knife mixed warmly on her tongue. "One day, I turn my back on her for a second and the shelf of toys…" He paused, and then went on excitedly, "It falls on her! All that's left is her small leg sticking out in a pool of blood. Now!" He suddenly became serious, "My wife rushes in and… she isn't happy. Heheh no, not at all. 'Stop crying! Stop frowning!' she screams. 'This is your fault, you're not allowed to be upset.'" He drew the word out and cocked his head to a new angle, licking his lips. "She takes the kitchen knife and carves this into my face -and now, I'm always smiling! Ha!"
Black Mamba barely caught the blade as he sliced into her cheek, the knife cut deep into her hand instead of through her mouth. She kicked him away into a tree and shakily found her balance. "You know," She grimaced and spat blood as the Joker found his footing. "If you'd killed my baby girl, I would've sliced your neck open instead of your face."
"This is what I enjoy." The Joker said, his face paint was streaked from his sweat, "Getting to know people. What happens when you're faced with a knife," He shook the blade in front of his face wildly, "You show your true self." He held his hands up, "You though, are a fighter. I'm sure you've faced a knife many times before. Yes. You use a knife too, or that big sword, but you know the way to fight! There is something so impersonal about gun fights; just Bang! Bang! Bang! at each other until someone dies. Where- Where's the fun in that?"
"Joker, you're in my way." She shifted into tiger crane position. "I don't care what your motives are. You and I have unfinished business."
"Ooh." The Joker smirked and semi crouched into a fighting stance. "Come on!" He said jerking the knife.
She rushed forward and palm-struck him on the arm followed with a kick at his head. The Joker shook his arm as he dodged the kick and then slashed forward with his knife. She threw her momentum back so she fell under his swipe, and hit him with a double kick on his leg.
While he was forced a step back she swung her legs around and was on her feet in time to redirect the next attack. He rushed at her and she pushed the Joker further past her with a palm strike between the shoulders following that with a flying kick. The Joker stumbled but caught himself and spun back around, his purple coat flared out behind him. He grabbed her leg and swung her into a tree hard enough to crack the bark.
She collapsed to the base of the tree, dully aware of the Joker laughing and rambling. She started to black out and the voice of her teacher, Pai Mei, cut through the pain: "No wonder you can't do it. You acquiesce to defeat before you even begin."
Black Mamba focused her mind and forced herself to break through the distraction of the pain. She saw the Joker's knife ready to strike and barely rolled out of the way. The knife cut into her arm, but she didn't let it slow her. She jumped to her feet, sidestepped behind the Joker, and grabbed the wrist of his knife hand. Roughly, she twisted it straight behind him, locking his wrist so that he lost his grip and dropped the knife.
"Ouch." The Joker said lightly, though he clenched his teeth as she increased the pressure on his wrist, forcing him to the ground.
"Okay," She said, reaching to grab the knife just dropped. "You're going down now."
"I can't wait." The Joker said, tongue flicking between his yellow teeth. "hahaha oh heehee ah ooh haha"
Her fingertips found the hilt and she drove the knife into the back of his neck, the laughing stopped almost immediately but, echoed through the trees. A fountain of blood sprayed her face as she pulled the knife from his severed spine.
She stood and wiped the sweaty grime off her face as she contemplated her battle with the chaotic freak.
[A/N] I am taking the view point that the Joker is lying when he tells his "how I got these scars" stories for various reasons.
The towering, black, spiny creature is the predalien
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