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I do not own anything to do with the Joker, the Dark Knight, DC comics or Gotham City. This is all fan made! :)
The Queen of Clowns
Chapter 2
Casey leaped over the sofa leaving the TV on and ran towards her bedroom. She threw open the wardrobe door and got changed into a red cat suit. Then she put on a black leather all in one motorbike suit over the top of her clothes. She then delved into a cardboard box and brought out a tub of black and white face paint and red lipstick. She peered into the cracked mirror by her door and quickly put her makeup on. In a few minuets Casey the Queen of Clowns was standing in front of the mirror. Her face resembling the Joker in every way except it looked fresher. Casey preferred not to leave her makeup on unless it was necessary.
She grabbed the set of keys that was hanging on the back of the door, ran down the stairs and through the door that was next to the stairs.
This led to the garage, home to the transport lorry that they used in so many chases, the black SUV that was originally Casey's but now was owned by the Joker and her pride and joy, her purple motorbike. To be fair, technically it wasn't her's. It belonged to some Gotham citizen that was so stupid enough to leave their keys in the ignition. But that's if you wanted to get technical.
Her black helmet was placed carefully on the seat she picked it up, tied her hair in a loose bun and put it on making sure that she didn't mess up her makeup. She opened the garage door and strode back to her motorbike. Casey then proceeded to get on the motorbike, put the key in the ignition, start the vehicle, drive out, shut the door again and eventually drive off.
This was probably the only time Casey ever felt free, when she riding on the bike. Even if she was travelling to do some criminal deeds she still felt as if she was in control of the situation.
Moments later she arrived at her destination, Harry Cossack's block of flats. She knew off by heart where his flat was and snuck off round the backstreets, hiding the bike, being careful to keep her helmet on so she wouldn't be recognized. She rummaged in under the bikes seat for a spear gun somehow attached it to her, shot it up at a window about ten stories high and waited. Casey didn't have to wait too long before she felt herself being lifted up above Gotham at a fast rate.
She climbed into the well lit room, the lounge and unattached her from the spear gun's end. Casey glanced at the clock and calculated that she only a few minuets before Harry would be home from the interview at the Gotham news station, so she had time to sit down. As soon as she sat down her phone rang. When she first got her phone she had downloaded the Crazy Frog tune, legally, because she didn't see the point of doing everything illegally and had set it as her ring tone. She got it out of her pocket. It was a black and orange Sony Ericsson W910i that she had bought from a shop three moths ago, as a PAYING customer she thought even if she was in disguise. She answered the call. "Hello?" Casey asked.
"Where are you? The boss is doing his nut" came Grumpy's voice on the other end of the phone.
"Oh right, no 'good morning Casey how are you today!' Well you can tell the Joker that I'm doing some business at the moment. Besides what's he doing up so early?"
"None of your business Casey!" came the Joker's faint voice in the background.
"Listen Grumpy tell the boss that I'll be back soon, I'm sure you can manage with out me for a while bye!" said Casey completely ignoring the Joker's comment and hanging the phone up despite Grumpy's protests.
A minuet or two later Harry arrived home and almost immediately he sensed that something wasn't quite right in his apartment. He proceeded with caution into the lounge. He was confronted by his black chair's back facing him. It then swung to face him and sitting in it was a female clad in black with a black motorbike helmet on her head.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my apartment?" he asked bodily.
The female walked towards him and said although her voice was muffled and in distinctive. "Why? Don't you remember me, Harry?"
"No?" he said.
"Well maybe you will recognise me now."
She reached up to the zip of her black motorbike suit and zipped it down to her waist so there was just enough to put back on in an emergency, revealing a red cat suit. Then she reached up to her helmet with her black gloved hands, took it off and shook her dark green hair out.
Immediately Harry recognised her.
"Casey the Queen of Clowns!" he exclaimed before his vision faded.