Alice
It has been two days since Bruce got back from Hong-Kong and it was Friday morning—my day off and coincidently the day of the Fundraiser.
Bruce lay fast asleep next to me and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why I had woken up.
I mean really; I had nothing to worry about.
Other than the constant death threat of living in Gotham looming over my head and this Psychopathic, sadistic killer calling himself the Joker on the loose, Oh and who could forget the fact that my boyfriend is a wanted vigilante who could get murdered by criminals or locked away by the people whose asses he is trying to save.
Plus what he said, about giving up the mask, so we could be together and live normal lives. It seemed so foreign to even think of such a thing. I can honestly say I have never given a normal life more than a glance because I knew Bruce wouldn't like that life. He'd be bored. Children and marriage just weren't something he thought about, and now I'm rambling…
Sorry, I just have a lot to vent…
Bruce had decided to wake up sometime during my thought session and he was watching me rant via my inner-monologue.
I felt his hand come under my chin and pull my head carefully to face him.
"What's going on up there?"
"I'm thinkin'" I told him innocently
"About?" He prompted
"Us, The joker, the future."
"Nothing is going to happen. I'm going to stop him before anything can happen—I won't let anyone harm you, I swear."
"It's not me I'm worried about" I told him nesting further into his chest
"That's what worries me." He whispered quietly thinking I couldn't hear
It was much later in the afternoon when I turned on the TV.
Bruce was walking down the stairs, and I sat off to the corner on the sofa. I had my hair and make-up done, I only needed to put on my dress but I'd decided to leave that for later.
"I think the fundraiser will be a great success, sir" My grandfather told Bruce as he came down the stairs.
"And why do you think I wanna' hold a party for Harvey Dent?"
"I assumed it was your usual reason for socializing beyond myself, Alice and the scum of Gotham's criminal underbelly—Or to impress my granddaughter…"
"Very droll, but very wrong. Actually, it's Dent."
"Bruce… you might want to see this…" I told him turning up the volume on the Television , I'd nearly missed it while eavesdropping.
There was an image on GCN of a man dressed like batman, hanging from the top of a building, covered in clown make-up.
'Police released video footage found concealed on the body. Sensitive viewers be aware. The image is disturbing.' The news reader said.
The TV flashed to a video of a hostage, the man who was hanging when he was alive. The jokers voice came through the TV.
"Tell them your name" He said
"Brian Douglas" The pale man dressed up as batman whimpered
"Are you the real Batman?" the Joker asked his sing-song voice
"No."
"No? Then why do you dress-up like him" The joker giggled manically and grabbed the man's mask and dangled it in front of his face
"He's a symbol... that we don't have to be afraid of scum like you." Brian replied almost bravely.
"Yeah, you do Brian. You really do!" The Joker laughed as Brian began to panic and shake with fright, "Huh? Yeah. Oh, Shh, Shh, Shh." He said stroking the Brian's face.
"So you think Batman's made Gotham a better place? Hm? Look at me." He said in his sing song voice, but when Brian tried to look away, avoiding answering questions he shouted "LOOK AT ME!"
Brian completely lost it so the joker switched the camera to face himself "See, this is how crazy Batman's made Gotham! You want order in Gotham; Batman has to take off his mask and turn himself in." He continued "Oh, and every day he doesn't, people will die... starting tonight. I'm a man of my word."
Suddenly the camera was dropped and Brian's screams filled the room.
I looked away in disgust
"That guy has got more than a few screws loose." I mumbled rubbing my forehead.
"You can say that again."
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