Hey guys, hate to do this to you, but RL is crazy busy right now. I don't wanna keep you waiting, so instead of one giant chapter, I'll give you a little piece for now. Hopefully I'll have more time this weekend. Thank you so much to everyone following this story!
Disclaimer: Don't own Bane or any TDKR related content. Kali Blake is mine.
Kali followed the security guard down the hallway silently. Howls, shrill laughter, and moans echoed from the inner cells of the asylum. Harley was alright, but Talia made Kali find him a new home. She couldn't be there for Harley anymore, and it broke her heart, but she had to do this. What else was left?
Talia had arranged for Kali to go to Gotham, and had pulled a few strings. Now, she was about to come face to face with her father. The guards didn't ask questions when she arrived at the gate. Talia had a lot of pull in this city.
Kali felt her heart pounding unmercifully as the officer came to a door, marked Interrogation room 2. He opened the door and stepped aside for her to go in.
His back was to her, staring at the two way mirror as she slowly entered the room. She nearly jumped when the door faintly clicked behind her. He let out a deep breath, almost a growl. Here he was, the psycho that terrorized a city; her father.
His hair was sandy colored mess, long and dirty. As Kali walked around the table to sit at the chair across from him, he looked up at her. Their eyes locked as she slowly sat down. He smirked, accentuating the gruesome scars on his face.
"Well, hello dollface." He sneered, leaning back in his chair.
Kali's eyes darted over him, trying to really take it in. This man was her father, and he didn't now his daughter, whom he'd loved so much her loss had driven him to madness, sat in front of him. She had almost hoped he would remember her, recognize her, when he saw her. Clearly not.
"You some new shrink come to poke at my brain?" He asked with a laugh.
"No." Kali replied firmly. She tried a few times to speak, but her lips wouldn't make the words.
"Oh, a new tactic? Ok, I'll play." He said with a smile.
Kali tried, but still could not make herself speak. Now that she was here, she had no idea what to say.
"Play with me!" He suddenly snarled, startling her.
"I'm not a shrink!" Kali burst out angrily.
He put his hands on the table, leaning towards her slightly.
"You'll have to do better than that. You're not the first to try this out."
Kali leaned forward fully, letting the light fall onto her face fully, meeting his gaze.
"Ohhh." He moaned, flicking his tongue to the side. "Such a pretty face. And that hair... Oh." He began to laugh, deep and slow at first and rising until it was a high cackling laughter as he studied her face.
"I see what they're trying to do. Bring in a look-a-like of my wife, try to make me crack that way. Clever. But they messed up. Her eyes were blue, and yours..." His face suddenly went blank as his pupils dilated slightly, and he glared at her.
"As I recall, you don't remember anything about yourself. But you remember your wife?" Kali asked slowly. Fine, she would play into the shrink role.
The Joker glared at her for a long time, occasionally flicking his tongue, breathing heavily as he tried to control his anger. Damn. She'd gotten something out of him. Maybe it was the fact that she so closely resembled Ayla.
"Do you know how I got these scars?" He asked after a moment.
She smiled sadly. "Of course I do." She answered.
He didn't like that answer. He told a different story every time, each as bizarre as the one before it. Car crash, barbed wire, self mutilation, abusive parents. He had them all. So how could she assume to know the story?
"Oh. Do tell me then, because I can't seem to remember. How did I get these scars?"
"Your thug gang gave them to you after you double crossed them by robbing a bank they considered theirs, after they killed your wife." Kali answered firmly, gaze never leaving his. She was in awe, as if she were looking into her own eyes.
The Joker began to laugh, expecting some bullshit, but suddenly froze.
They'd really gone digging if they'd found that information. After all, only two people still alive knew his identity, and he had personally destroyed the police records that described what had happened that day.
"You never did introduce yourself. Rude." The Joker prompted, crossing his arms.
For a long moment, she looked into his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath.
"My name is Kali Blake. I'm your daughter."
He remained still, eyes cutting into her, before he let out a blood curdling laugh. It echoed off the walls of the room, nearly deafening her. He bent over at the waist, resting his head on the table as his laughter died down to a desperate giggle as he tried to catch his breath. Once he did, he slowly sat back up, face serious.
"Now, that's not nice. Pretending to be a dead person. Not nice at all." He growled, cracking a lop sided grin.
"I can prove it." Kali said, trying to sound sure of herself. Could she make him believe her?
"Oh, can you? Well, please, go on." The Joker said, waving a hand.
"When I was old enough, the people who ran the orphanage I lived in gave me a bracelet. It was one for a baby, really small and silver. I was wearing it when I was brought there. That's how they knew what my name was. My first name was not in any reports made by the police, and none of that thug gang even knew you had a baby until they came and killed your wife. I have the scar to prove I was there that day." Kali said, voice growing stronger and louder. "And you can't deny I look just like her, your wife, but I have your eyes."
His smirk slowly disappeared as he looked at her. And suddenly it was as if a crack had split down his face. He seemed to crumple for a moment, sagging again against the table with his head down, and let out a long groan. He remained that way for minutes as Kali again lost the words she wanted to speak. She waited.
Slowly, he sat back up, and his expression made Kali's hair stand on end. It was similar to the look Bane had given her, one of a predator staring down his prey. He became very rigid, his muscles, which had seemed so small and irrelevant, now bulged. He was a lot stronger than he let himself look.
"My dear... why so serious?" He questioned, spitting the words at her.
In the next second he had stood, and Kali realized he had somehow gotten free of the handcuffs securing him to the table. In a flash of speed he had jammed his chair under the door handle, and he slowly turned, that same look on his face. She was trapped.
Kali jumped to her feet, moving opposite him, trying to keep the table between them as they slowly circled the room. Suddenly he had gracefully jumped over the table, and with speed and strength pinned her to the wall before she could defend herself. One hand clamped tight under her jaw, forcing her to look at him as the other held her flat by the shoulders.
"Let's see this scar of yours then, shall we?" He taunted, and pressing his body against hers, removed his hand from her shoulder and shoved her hair back.
She remained perfectly still as he stared, his breath suddenly ragged as his thumb slowly brushed over the silver mark. His grip on her jaw relaxed slightly as he looked back down at her. His eyes were wide, and then she saw it. The click.
"How?" He breathed, taking a step back, not touching her as if she had burned him suddenly.
"You went crazy. You didn't recognize me, you thought I was dead. I don't know. I was sent to an orphanage far away, to protect me from the people who tried to hurt you, and because you were going to jail for a long time."
"Why are you here? Why did you come?" He asked, pacing to the other side of the room.
"Well, partly because you're my father and I'm your daughter. We're family. And also... well, that part comes later."
He stared at her, skeptical. Banging erupted from the door, alerting them that the guards were trying to get in. Suddenly he moved towards her again, but she wasn't afraid. He leaned in very close, and suddenly wrapped her in a tight hug.
"Tell me." He whispered, hiding his lips against her shoulder.
Kali realized there must be people listening, and even if Talia had gotten her in here, she couldn't be sure everyone could be trusted.
"Soon, Gotham is going down. It will be completely destroyed. One of the steps is breaking everyone out of this asylum, in the next few months. Be ready." Kali whispered back.
He nodded once, and then gave an extra squeeze. Just one. Then he was against the far wall, hands pressed against the glass of the mirror as the door flung open, the chair flying across the room. Three guards rushed in, and in a moment the Joker was back in cuffs and being roughly removed. A fourth guard came over, looking her over for injuries.
"Are you alright miss?" He asked.
"Perfectly fine."
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