DMC: Heya guys! Welcome back for the second installment of "WOTE"! I have been so excited to see the numbers of hits raise. I stayed up late to see my very first one and was so happy when it came. I really like this story and I hope it goes REALLY far! Well, so as not to take up your time, I will move on!
As requested by a couple of readers Via-myspace messages (you should check it out! I will get the link, It has all story info there! Updated like nuts) They wished for a longer summary, so here ya go:
Summary : It had been a month, maybe a little more since the Joker had been captured and sent to the dreadfully sterile Arkham Asylum. While he was there he thought of the usual things, how he should bust out, how to get noticed by the Batman, how the Batman was while he was away, how lovely the annoying nurse would look while dead... Little did he know Batman was thinking close to the same things... Well... Kinda...He misses the chase, the thrill, and the Joker just as much as the clown prince of crime did the Bat. He always was chasing shadows of him as he hoped his now mundane, common life would be piped up by the crazy Prince. He didn't understand this... obsession... but he didn't mind it either... He was the Batman, and the Batman's only counterpart that was perfectly matched to him EVER was... The Joker... Now the Joker decides to bust out... Things start changing so rapidly he gets to asking his usual... "Why so Serious??"
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman or The Dark Knight or any of the characters involved in that. If I did I would have a happy wallet and a happy life because the Joker is just down right amazing!
WARNINGS: Language. This is a slash pairing. You know lemon, yaoi, Shounen ai, fluff, and all that Jazz or so which you call it, so don't get all mad at me when you come to find it is and you don't like it, I warned you ahead of time and if you don't like it you can leave. Also, I try desperately to keep the Joker and the Batman in character, but I am also referencing the old Joker and Batman from the comics and such before, so if they are not YOUR interpretation, don't get mad and flame me. I gave you warning. So you don't like it to bad. Flames will go ignored and be deleted. They are a waste of my, and your, time. They are not helpful, and I do not care. Like I said, DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ!
But comments of help, and just plain happiness I will be more then happy to accept them, you may even see your acknowledgement on the next installment! Because people like you make my day.
Thank you.
Pairings: J/B
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Chapter 2
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He could kill her. He could just kill her.
Scratch that…
He would kill her. He would fucking kill her.
Eyeing the curly brunette who served as his therapist for the third time today he could feel his eye twitch as he stared at her. She was so annoying and he had grown so utterly tired with her! He was annoyed at her voice, he hated her looks, he was sleepy, he was hungry, he wanted out, and he was just plain bored.
He had probably been staring at her for a good three hours now, in this session alone. She didn't even notice the bored expression he was giving her as she continued to ramble on her typical 'let me help you, you are a good guy really' speech that most therapists give to every crazy person ever thrown in the loony bin. After staring at her for so long, he had begun to notice things about her, twitches, off moments, slurred words, things that were getting on his last nerve.
Her lips were painted a ruby red and every time she said a word that required a 'T' the top corner of her lips, on the left side, would raise, causing her nostrils to flare. Her powdered cheeks twitched every so often and she had the habit of scratching the left one every now and then.
Her hands continuously played with something on her desk while she talked and the girl could never sit still. This was by far, the most annoying thing about her of all. He was so glad he was leaving this place tonight.
He had this nice plan concocted of how he would escape from Arkham and get Batman to notice him at the same time that did not require bombs or things like that, since in this place, he was stripped of all things that he could use to make one. He couldn't tell you how inferiorating that was!
He had since been thinking of many new ways to break out and also how to kill this annoying woman. It caused him to sit in his cell and laugh, and every time he looked at her, he would try the new ideas in his head, causing him to sneer and her to recoil every time she looked at him.
There was a large bang as something hit the room door and she jumped as she spun around to find out what happened. The Joker though, just casually turned, not at all unnerved by the sound, being used to bangs and things. At the door stood a boy who was eighteen at most, panting, and brushing the fiery red hair from his dark brown eyes as he stumbled over his speech.
"Molly!" he said exasperatedly, pausing for a moment as he eyed the scarred one, before he stumbled inside, obviously tired from running about the many halls of Arkham, he turned to her and spoke again, "he's here!"
Quickly shuffling her papers aside she stood up as the Joker raised an eye brow "who's here?" he ventured to ask, but, as expected, he was ignored. GOD, how that irritated him! He hated it when he was ignored. When he was ignored, the punch line was often missed, then it just wasn't funny any more and no one would laugh. He didn't like it when no one laughed. It made him angry, and he just had to kill them. Well, he was usually planning on killing them anyway, yet this just gave him reason to. Standing up, expecting to be taken back to his cell by some big busily guard when Molly, the annoying therapist, hurried over to him and pulled on his arm.
"Hurry you are late" she said as she rushed him from the room, down the white painted hallways to the, you guessed it, white lobby where most of the more 'sane' inmates stood. Well it isn't that that they were 'sane' per-say, then more as, they were the ones who wouldn't break out in some psycho moment and try to kill everyone on sight. So they stood there, waiting for whoever it was that was supposed to be coming and who got the boy's panties in a bunch.
Situating him to stand at the end of the line, Molly quickly moved to where a few doctors stood and said something to them excitedly. A large guard moved to stand beside him, mirroring the one at the other end, only there to make sure things were in order as everyone buzzed about the lobby, preparing for whatever was supposed to come.
They must have thought he was a good inmate lately, to let him out with these freaks. He supposed that keeping quiet lately did help. Oh how that made him smile and practically giggle with glee. This had been the chance he was looking for!
Shifting about as he was quickly changing his original plans in his mind to fit this opportunity better before springing it to life. His thoughts were quickly brought back to reality as the doors opened, bringing in bitter cold winter wind, a few reporters, who were quickly chased back out by three guards, and a handsome man, adorned in a grey and black suit, and a red scarf around his neck.
"Mr. Wayne!" greeted the manager of Arkham with a handshake, "we are glad you could make it!" said the portly man happily.
Wayne… where had he heard that name before…?
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The sleek black car pulled up outside of Arkham Asylum and the driver sat a moment, taking in all the building that was supposed to be housing the city's finest loonies. The building looked rather splendid for being poor, little security, and an asylum with its shiny one-way windows and its professional sign that hung on both the gate, and the side of the building.
It wasn't the many vultures that were keeping him in his car as they horded around it, flashing pictures of the billionaire, curious as to why he was there to begin with, or the bitter cold wind that came with the Gotham winter, it was facing what was inside the doors is what was holding him back.
He was faced with many people who he put in there as Batman, and the one man he did not wish to run into as Bruce Wayne, in hopes he didn't figure out he was Batman and try to kill him or something, the Joker…
Sighing, he could do nothing about it now. Its not like he could just turn back and drive back to the nice warm pent house of his…
Opening the door, he stepped out…
God, they were everywhere. From the moment he stepped from the car, to the moment the guards chased them away from the doors of Arkham Asylum; Bruce Wayne was bombarded by hundreds of reporters. He may have been the richest guy in Gotham, but he was no celebrity or government man, so why there were so many reporters were beyond him.
Shoving his way past he hurried up the steps and inside, glad there were guards there to push the reporters back, even though he wondered why they weren't watching the inmates, until he noticed the psychiatric patients standing there in some strange form of a greeting to him, causing him to halt in his steps as the manager came rushing to him, grabbing his hand without Bruce even taking the moment to register the stoutly man was standing before him, and shaking it vigorously.
"My. Wayne," he said "glad you could make it!"
Bruce nodded to him incoherently while his mind was elsewhere as his eyes raked over what the asylum must have thought to be their 'sanest' inmates, for most of them would normally have been locked up, yet to obtain the freedoms these had.
One thing that bothered him, upon entering he was flooded with the sounds of screams. Screams of terror or insanity, laughter, shouts of incoherent things, and the stench of murder, it made him a tad woozy, though he was strong enough not to let it show.
Still looking at the line of patients, his blue eyes fell upon one that was extremely familiar to him. One that stood at the far left end of the line, looking at Bruce curiously, sending a chill up his spine causing him to wish he was adorned in the Bat suit.
The Joker.
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Bruce Wayne, Gotham's millionaire playboy. Head of Wayne enterprises that's does some sort of dealings that the Joker didn't know about, nor cared about. Tall man, dark hair, bright blue eyes, strong chin, nice build for a man who supposedly just throws about his money on random parties every now and then, pretty good looking. Interesting…
The Joker half expected, when he first heard of Bruce Wayne upon entering the city's limits the very first day he arrived in Gotham, that he was some tubby rich man who had a ring on each finger and threw his money about with his women. Kind of like the manager of Arkham Asylum actually… However, seeing him now, he was quite wrong. He never really liked being wrong, but right now, as the man stood by the grey haired supervisor; he was fine with being wrong. Especially when Bruce's vivid blue eyes were staring right back at him.
He didn't register it at first, but there was something that was oddly familiar about Bruce Wayne that he had yet to figure out. However, before he could stop to think about it, the security guard was pushing him out of line, as others were the other inmates, and pushing him back to his white cell.
God, how he hated that cell and that guard. Always pushing him, touching him, yelling at him to 'move'. Its not like he had a choice in the matter, so stop yelling at him for it he was going to do it anyway, that is, until he escaped, then he would make sure this 'guard' got his just deserts. He was also the guard who took away his beloved purple suit, laughing about how 'ugly' it was, and forcing him to wear the wretched blue scrubs of the Asylum. Oh yes, how he could make a fashion statement with these. Not.
The guard was another person, along with the therapist, that just had to go.
Glancing over his shoulder at Bruce Wayne one last time he saw the manager, his therapist and Bruce walk away.
Perhaps that's what he could do when he got out to get the attention of Batman; he would kidnap the city's beloved billionaire Bruce Wayne.
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DMC: hey y'all! Sorry this chapter is much shorter then the other, my muse opted out on me at the last moment. I was though, sparked with an idea of my own which I used for the last sentence. I am truly wondering how it would turn out! I mean, Joker catching Bruce Wayne, hoping Batman would come save him, not knowing he IS Batman?! Its too good. At least I think so.
Well anyway, thank you for reading and Thank you Sal, Lord of the Shadows, and mairlynmanson for reviewing!
Lord of the Shadows pointed out to me that the link did not work so I redid it, this time without the spaces, hoping it works. So the link is to the suit Bruce Wayne is wearing :D
I hope y'all continue to read! I should have the next installment in soon, this story has gotten me excited, I am happy to be writing it! So till next time! Remember to Read and Review! Ciao!
The link:
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