[A/N: Yay, it's Halloween...well it is right now in Gotham City...in my story :D wonder what's gonna happen with Jessie on this fine night; hope you all enjoy this chapter; as said reviews are certainly welcomed and loved*]
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`I was in the blue and green colored room, the floor tiled sea blue and the walls milky green. And there I was standing before the sink, my costume hanging up on a hanger behind me on the towel rack. I licked my lips before looking down at the makeup and face paint objects I had laying in the empty sink and grabbed a random piece. Red face-paint. I dabbed my left hand middle finger in the red paint, while holding it in my left hand. Then smeared it over my lips, the upper then lower before rubbing my lips together and smiling. My lips smeared with a dark color. Just like rubies.
Then I set it back down into the sink before grabbing another object, yeah, it'd probably would have been smart to put on my costume first but I wanted to get the hard part done first. Now, let's see. I held a eye-shadow kit now. Hmm. There was red, green, blue, pink, black and purple. I grabbed took the small dabbing tool in there and pressed it into the black eyeshadow, then closed my eye lids, not caring if I messed up but put on the black eye shadow, re-opening my eye lids after I was finished there. Hmm. Not enough.
I threw the eye-shadow kit back into the sink then grabbed the black face-paint. Using my left hand finger tips to dab some on before just smearing it a little, but carefully and slowly, taking the small make-up tool thing and smeared some of it down in a line, like it had went down my face, like how mascara does when you cry or your eyes get wet, drains down slightly, right? Yeah.
It looked nice so far. I stared at myself for a few moments. Earlier I already put on the green 24-hour hair spray in my hair, and now it was curled just slightly and dirty green but had some light tint of blond. It seemed that I hadn't gotten it everywhere. Oh well.
My right hand laid back down the make-up tool into the marble sink with the other objects. Where was that white face-paint powder stuff?
Noelle would be livid with me, and Dr. Jeremiah Arkham would be disgusted. I didn't care, it was Halloween and I could be anything I wanted. Back in the Narrows, I hardly ever went trick-or-treating due to living in the bad part of the Narrows, near Arkham, but mostly all of the Narrows was bad, dangerous to be in. I looked at my nails then, away from the mirror. I needed to paint them but first, the powder.
After I got all my make-up and face paint on, I grinned ear-to-ear. I did a pretty darn good job without any help from anyone. I stretched then, quickly snapping my head to the left, hearing some bones crack but then sighed and grabbed the black nail polish. I twirled off the top of it, the brush and stroked each nail on each of my fingers, right hand first then left. Black gleamed off of them each. I was so proud of myself. And I also had my ears dabbed with white powder too, made my face more white-sheet pale.
Then I twirled the top brush back on and grabbed all the make-up somehow, dropping a few things and then placed what I had into the make-up carrier basket then grabbed the fallen pieces and slid them in too. As I was on my knees now, kneeling on the marble tiled floor, I glanced up at my costume.
It was really nice. A dark purple colored trench coat with a checkerboard like texture on the inside, it was silk and pretty. Then there was my vest shirt, it was black and was slightly low-cut but that was the point, and it would show my stomach too, I knew this. Then there were dark purple suspenders as well, pants same color that they latched onto. And against the wall was my nice pair of black knee-length boots, like the ones in the army, and my funky colored stripped socks laying over the top of them.
All that was missing was my silk tie. Where did I put that thing again? My eyes casted around the room then I saw the green silk tie laying beside the bathroom door. I crawled over and grabbed it before standing back up to my feet. Time to put on my costume, not caring that the make-up and face-paint might smear even more. It was Halloween after all.
~Meanwhile at Bruce Wayne's penthouse apartment~
Bruce Wayne, Billionaire Play-boy, was fixing his tie as he stared at himself in the mirror that hung on the wall, behind him stood his butler and surrogate father, Alfred Pennyworth, whom was holding a silver tray with tea cups on top and a tea pot beside it.
"Alfred, have you hear anything from Fox?" Bruce asked as he tried his best to fix his once-again ruined tie, Alfred sighed and set the silver tray down on top of a empty table before going over to Bruce.
"May I, Master Bruce?" He gestured to the tie, and Bruce nodded once before moving his hands away and Alfred fixed it. Perfectly. He smiled then and stepped back.
"Thank you, Alfred." Bruce cleared his throat once before looking back at the mirror then back to Alfred
"No, I haven't heard from Mr. Fox lately. Why? Is something wrong?" He asked "Not to be a curious snoop though."
"Not yet." He walked off into the living room area then, reaching over to grab the remote off the couch he had and turn the screen TV on, Alfred behind him, now carrying the silver tray with tea once more. He was a Butler after all.
As the TV woke up, on the screen it showed the News Channel. Some newscaster was talking about the weather, which Bruce didn't pay much mind on until when Alfred handed him a cup with tea in it.
"And on other news, it seems the Joker has been sighted after three months of silence." The newscaster spoke so calmly though "Exactly three months ago, the Joker and his partner, Harley Quinn, formally known as Harleen Quinzel, former Doctor as Arkham Asylum and also took care of the Joker for a particular time period, both of them kidnapped a young girl named Jessica Hilton, who now resides with Dr. Noelle and Dr. Jeremiah Arkham in downtown Gotham City. More to come later on after this break."Then the screen changed to a commercial.
Well. That certainly got Bruce's attention.
Bruce looked over at Alfred then, who was now just looking away from the TV to his employer.
"Alfred, did you know anything about this?"
"It was mentioned before by Commissioner Gordon from the GCPD but all I know is that the young girl...Jessica Hilton." Alfred told him"She has a connection with the two. Those two being as said Joker and Harley Quinn, sir."
"Anything else you'd like to tell me now?" Bruce laid his cup back down on the silver tray, which Alfred then sat down on top of a table beside the couch, Bruce was already walking out of the room as Alfred followed.
"Sir, if I may ask, what are you planning to do?"He asked, his shoulders tensing slightly as he asked, knowing full well what Bruce Wayne was capable...but what was the Batman fully capable of? Batman had no limitations, this said by Bruce Wayne himself.
"I'm gonna go to Fox, Alfred, then find out more about why the Joker kidnapped this Hilton girl. Joker doesn't just kidnap someone because he can. He does it to get a reaction. He wants to get me wired up so I'll come after him, hunt him down."
"What if the G.C.P.D get you this time, sir?" Bruce didn't even look back as he pressed the down button on the elevator and the button lit up, the elevator would get here soon.
"They won't. I need to find out why the Joker did this, for Jessica Hilton."
"Need to find out for whom, Master Bruce? Is it for her...or for you?"
Bruce ignored the comment "Alfred, sometimes I have to do what I do to protect others."Bruce said then as the elevator doors opened in front of him and he stepped in, turning around to face Alfred who was still in the apartment.
"And then I must ask once again, what are you planning to do, Master Wayne?" Alfred had to ask
"I'll be back later, Alfred. Don't wait up for me." Then the elevator doors shut close, Bruce now out of his view and gone. Alfred sighed in worry and disappointment, he didn't know exactly what his employer would do. But it would not end well...either for them or for Bruce...this Alfred did not know.
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