DMC: heya guys! Welcome back to WOTE for the third installment! I am so glad to have you all here! I am very excited each and every time I sign on to fanfiction to see that the numbers have raised and that there are people reading this all over the world! I am so thankful to all of my supporters and I care for you deeply! Thank you for taking the time to read this!
School has started once again! The banging of non-existent lockers (at least in my school) the shouting of kids, the awful lunches, YEP! It's that time again. I will not be updating either of my stories as much while here but I will try!!
Once again I will post the longer summary for those who wish to reread it
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 3
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The doors to the manager of Arkham Asylum's main office were a dark crimson color as the red wood was polished daily to where it shown in the flickering lights above, along with its golden handles. Standing propionate beside the doors were two potted plants kept green, watered, and healthy, making the hall way look even fancier then it really should have been. It caused Bruce to raise an eye brow in question as to why this part of the Asylum was neat, clean, and kept within a budget that he knew the asylum should have been using for its security.
Upon reaching the doors, a guard who had been walking with them, held it open for the billionaire before he followed in after him. Immediately inside, it took him a moment to adjust to the dimly lit office as he wrinkled his nose, coughing a bit, as he stepped back while taking in the extreme smell of citrus disinfectant that was sprayed around the room, probably more then it should have been.
The room was adorned in lavish furniture that made Bruce wonder just what the manager was thinking if he was spending this much on making his office look nice, but not enough to keep the criminals locked securely. The stoutly man waddled over to a desk that was by far to large for him and tapped the mahogany wood lightly with his hand, gazed at it with happiness, and then moved to sit in a large spinning desk chair that looked as if it would swallow the small chubby man whole.
"Mister Wayne, we cannot tell you how wonderful it is to hear that you have bean planning on donating a large sum to the security of this Asylum" The man said, his voice airy and almost made Bruce feel as if he was being covered in something sticky. So much so he had the urge to rub his arms every so often while the man spoke.
Brushing off the feeling of uneasiness, Bruce gave a warming smile. "Yes, I have noticed this place has been bursting to the brim now with the most insane of all criminals and I know I, and many others, would sleep much better at night knowing they are locked up securely" he said, his voice silky and smooth as he watched the man fold his fleshy fingers together and lean on the desk, his chin on his knuckles.
"I would really be interested in seeing where the money I will be donating will be going to," he began before the other man, unfolding his hands, sat up and smiled.
"I know just what you mean Mr. Wayne, so if you would follow me…"
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There was a small flicker in his mind's eye that made him twitch and caused the small, still maturing brown hairs on the back of his neck raise. It was a feeling that he rarely felt in this wretched city except when those singular moments when the Batman did something completely unexpected that excited and thrilled the Clown Prince of Crime.
Only… this feeling didn't leave a stirring sensation in his gut or bruises upon his body, or even the gleeful feeling that he was always left with as he watched the Batman disappear from his line of sight to go off and save some other pathetic fool
This feeling just simply meant it was… cold…
He hated it when it was cold. Although it was rarely honest-to-goodness cold in Gotham, it still had its days when it was. Every time it was cold it usually meant it would rain more then normal since Gotham seldom got snow. It meant there were less people on the streets, making him have to work for his kill. It meant there were less henchmen to capture or who were willing to work their britches off in the bitter cold, regardless of how frightening the Joker was. It meant that he would constantly be cold, weather he was bundled up or not. It also meant he would see Batman less…
He figured it was because, due to the bitter cold, the crime rate was down and Batman was hardly needed, even if he was, chances of seeing him out very long were slim. Even men in thick armor like the Dark Knight still got cold under all that cleaver.
He had to hand it to the Bat, being able to make sure to do his rounds every night, even if they were short, regardless of the freezing temperature.
He, himself, hated it when it was cold.
Not to mention this less-then-flattering-oh-so-"fashionable"-outfit of the 'asylumees' was extremely thin so it did not provide much warmth. Of course, why would this place want the scrubs to provide warmth? Warmth was comfort and comfort was something they most certainly did not offer.
He just felt so… naked… weather he was fully dressed or not. He felt even more so without his makeup. So this was a double whammy.
Feeling his skin prickle and small bumps begin to line his arms, he grumbled as he watched the guard standing just outside his cell. The guard was laughing casually with another guard out there about something the Joker wasn't really paying attention to. Instead he took to pacing about the room like a tiger in a cage.
He had to get out and then he could put his plan into action.
No…
His plan didn't involve a way to get out…
It wasn't really a "plan" per-sey more then it was, "hey this sounds good, if we have time lets go do this on our way out!" sort of thing…
He wasn't one for plans. He wasn't a "plan" sort of guy. What was it he had told Dent? Oh dear, it was really good! How could he just forget something like that? It had helped he tip Harvey's scale of madness…
Not that it was that hard…
But what was it?
A dog…
That's what it was! A dog chasing cars.
"I wouldn't know what to do with it if I caught one!" he sniggered, smiling gleefully, his forest green eyes watching the men outside his door.
The men who worked here, as with many of the people who worked here were… quirky…
He couldn't stand quirky. They were kind of like the annoying therapist he had to see at least three times a day, every day.
He hated quirky….
One of them, to his utter annoyance, whistled his S's when he spoke and, by god, it was any wonder the people here were crazy! If they had to listen to him all day it was oh-so-obvious why. Just listening to him for a few moments, the Joker was already annoyed to no ends.
Another guard tugged and scratched at his right ear every so often as he treaded between feet, unable to stand still in an singular moment in time.
Eying them as he padded about the room he kept thinking of interesting ways to escape. Each way more interesting then the other. Move exciting then the last, yet more unlikely then the first.
Grinning his eyes moved along one of the guards, down past his burley, completely un-proportioned, arms to his where a stun gun and a police club rest.
That works…
Leaning forward, Joker peered through the door one last time, grinning before he drew back and swayed. After "stumbling" around for a few moments, his feet heavy and his head rolling about his shoulders causing his matted hair to fall into his eyes, forcing him to close them.
The loud crash ricocheted across the cold pale walls of the disgustingly sterile asylum. It was sudden, it was loud, and it was sickening as the Joker purposely "collapsed" against the door. He felt the chilly steel collide with his pale skin, causing a loud crack.
"what was that?" the S' whistler asked as the three men who mingled outside his cell, spun around to peer inside at the Clown Prince.
Lying upon the floor in all his blue scrubbed, was the Joker, head bleeding slightly from where he had hit the door. It took every fiber of his being not to laugh gaily at the pain.
The joker was thinking, as he lay there acting as though he was sick, that if he had been in his other cell this would not have worked.
When he first was thrown into Arkham Asylum after his battle with batman, he had been in a straight jacket and a padded cell. However, due to appearing to show no harm, and a bit of mind manipulation, he was moved to where he currently resides. While staying there, he played it as the "good boy" though he was secretly planning every one of their deaths. God he hated them.
There were some soft clanging sounds as the door was unlocked and the burly, un-proportioned guard rushed in to see what was going on as another guard ran to get a medic.
He felt a warm calloused hand graze his neck and mentally he swore. Why did this blasted guard always have to touch him? Did he feel more in control when he did that or something? If so, this was the wrong job for the Italian.
His hand rest on his neck for a few moments, checking a pulse, while the Joker waited, cursing about the contact that he so despised, unless it was with the Batman. Waiting only a moment longer, he opened his eyes and broke out into a wild grin.
"evening…lueitent " he practically purred as he looked at him. Being this close he could see the man had gotten his nose broken quite a few times so it was crooked and hung over his chapped lips like a misshapen bird beak. His bleached hair was slicked back looking as if there was enough grease to lubricate at least twelve engines.
Oh yeah, this guy was a real looker.
The Joker could just gag.
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It was bitter cold both inside the Asylum as well as out and Bruce Wayne had half a mind to pull his deep red scarf back on and give the manager a piece of his mind. Did he honestly not care about anything but his beloved office?! He was pathetic. There were so many other things that needed to be fixed instead.
As they walked down the hallway he began to notice the pale petty walls were cracking and crumbling a bit. The supervisor rambled on about it and some other things he "claimed" Wayne's money will be profiting, though Bruce was paying no attention.
There were some crashes and banging in the distance down a hallway that was badly falling apart. Some guards were sprinting down there towards the many sounds, all alert with the look of sheer terror on their faces. However, it was not that, that had gotten Bruce Wayne's attention. It was the shrill sound of something so very familiar to him. The sound that made him think, if the walls could crumble at that sound, the whole place would be down to the ground by now. A sound he knew so very well. The sound of a maniac's laughter. The sound was so gut wrenching and burning Bruce felt himself cringe.
The Joker had gotten out.
"What's going on?!" The stoutly man beside him shouted at a passing guard who was accompanied by the red headed therapist Bruce had met earlier upon arrival.
"A break out" He informed him, slowing only a moment to look at him and the billionaire beside him.
Bruce could have told him that.
"The Joker got loose"
There it was, the feeling of dread Bruce was expecting. He knew it was the Joker who had escaped when he heard the laughter and the feeling of alarm had begun, yet when he heard this, the feeling was secured inside him. Had he been Batman at that moment in time, the news would not have startled him. He was so much stronger as Batman. Bruce Wayne, he had come to discover and accept, was just a mask.
Although, worried that the Joker was now loose and probably would not be captured again, he couldn't help but feel slightly nostalgic.
A part of him burned for the chase. He wanted to see the clown recoil in pain when he hit him again. He wanted to see that smile and laugh directed at him again. He wanted to know he was wanted and needed again.
Even by an insane clown.
He just wanted to know…..
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DMC: How's THAT for an ending? I Know I promised you the Joker would break out this chapter though I have found that after a writers block, which I fixed by kicking the crap out of my muse and working at this during school, that I have gone FAR over my normal amount of words. By the time I was done I had over 4000. So I split it into two.
I cannot tell you how hard it was to make the cut for this. I spent HOURS just sitting there, looking it over, wondering where to stop for this chapter, till I rewrote the end to what it currently is now. Hope ya like it!
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