A Little Piece Of Heaven

Hey guys, this is my first ever Batman story ever, so please go easy on me. I have an obsession with The Dark Knight and The Joker, so I thought I would give it a try. I do not any characters but my own… but I do want to go as a female Joker for Halloween this year! Please Read and Review. Thanks!

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Gotham Airport even smelt the same…old people and vomit. The smell hit Dominique Loreto like a sack of wet bricks. As she adjusted her backpack, ‘Dom’ hated flying. And worse of all, it was raining outside in buckets. At least her father had the common niceness to send a driver to pick her up.

It had been seven years since Dominique sat foot on Gotham terrain. It was hard for her to believe it was that long ago. She remembered the day when her father walked her off that airplane in Switzerland and left her at the boarding school. It was five days after her mother passed away. Meanwhile, her father had remarried her mother’s nurse six months later, like nothing had happened. She was young enough to be Dominique’s sister! Dominique received a postcard about three months later that. A picture of them vacationing in Italy was attached to it, and they both looked stomach-churching happy. She remembered burning the stupid thing that night.

Now seventeen and graduated, Dominique received a letter, saying he was ready for her to come home. Yeah, after someone else did the raising for you. Now that she was almost of age, her father could start training her on taking over the family ‘business’ and finally step down. Her nerves were getting the better of her as she stepped into the main airport area. But she still felt like she was going to hurl.

How could he do that to her…to her mother? That had been the multi-million dollar question that Dom had been thinking for the past few years. Danita was the sweetest woman in the world, and basically raised Dominique since her dad was either busy running a mob, or wanted nothing to do with her. It was hard to believe that a women like her married a goodfella like Fredo Loreto. Dominique remembered their late night talks and ice cream splurges. How Danita always seemed to smell of sunflowers, even after a shower and all her perfume was gone. Her favorite memory was the small flower garden the two of them started. Danita had planted sunflowers, roses, and mums and the two of them use to take care of it.

That was before Danita got sick. That was before she died. That was before Daddy decided he didn’t want to bother raising another person’s child, and sent her away to some stupid school in Europe. And now, like a prodigal daughter, she was coming home once again. But it wasn’t home. Some new chick had set up shop and probably ripped everything out that once belonged to her mother.

Dominique was lost in thought when she heard someone whistle at her. She turned around to see some college guys giving her the eye. She just groaned and tried to pull her skirt down. Pure instructions from the teachers, everyone had to fly home in their uniforms (even the socks) and sweaters…every pervert’s wet dream come true. Dom figured it would show Fredo she didn’t waste all his money on drinking in bars and liquor. Probably the one thing that got her through school was drinking vodka during, in, between and after classes.

After getting her bags from luggage claim, Dominique found an empty bench and parked herself on it. According to her dad’s assistant e-mail, a car would be waiting for her at three. It was only two. Dominique sighed and looked around for something to keep her occupied. A discarded newspaper was laying a few feet away from her. Shrugging, she picked it up and flipped it to the front page. In a huge black and white picture was a crazy guy laughing. You can tell by the picture he was wearing white face paint, but there was smudged paint around his eyes and mouth. He looked like he was ready to bust out laughing. He wore a suit, but Dom couldn’t tell what color it was or anything like that. In huge print, it said: GOTHAM ON EDGE, JOKER ON LOOSE ONCE MORE!

As Dominique read the article, she felt her stomach churn again. This guy was completely off his rocker! And he had the creep factor to match a Wes Craven movie. No one knew his real identity: any family, fingerprints, social security number or anything along that line had not been found yet. It took a whole page to list the killings he did before he was caught by Batman a few months ago. Police were telling people to stay in their houses and the whole town was on the brink of having a curfew.

But the whole killer clown thing… hadn’t John Wayne Gacy already done that angle?

Dominique looked up at airport clock and saw that it was a few minutes after three. “Oh fuck me,” she mumbled as she grabbed her bags and hauled ass outside. It was still pouring, but parked up front was a luxury town car. The driver was standing outside under the cover, holding a sign that had Loreto scribbled across it. He kept his head down the entire time; maybe he didn’t want water in his eyes.

“I am so sorry!” Dominique apologized and gave her best flirty smile. “I lost track of time.”

“It’s alright ma’am. The rain caused everything to be, uh, a little slow.” The driver’s voice was somewhat nasally. Dom saw that he kept licking the side of his mouth. In the paper, it said Gotham was in the middle of a cold snap. Maybe his lips were dried out.

He gladly opened the door for her to slide in and loaded her bags with her. He then got into the car and started the engine. Dominique sighed and put her head against the window. It felt nice and cool, and she hoped it froze her nerves. She closed her eyes and prayed for strength. What she didn’t see was the driver finally looking up…and the twisted smile that was permanently oh his face.

Dominique remembered it took two hours to get to the airport that day. About thirty minutes down the road, her driver finally said something.

“So, uh, how long have you been gone?” he asked.

“Seven years.” She said bluntly. Dom kept looking at the rearview mirror. Her driver wasn’t that bad looking. He had the brown eyes that reminded Dom of melted chocolate and she saw dark colored curls coming out from his hat. Even though his voice had a weird drawl to it, it was pleasant to listen too. He whistled long, and then giggled some.

“That’s a long time. So, have you heard about the craziness goin’ on here?” he asked, drawling the sentence out.

“Yeah. Ain’t it some shit?” Dom reached into one of her bag and pulled out a beat up carton of cigarettes. “Mind if I have one?” He didn’t say anything, but cracked the back window enough for smoke to get out, but no rain could get in. Dominique lit her cigarette and exhaled. “Read the paper while I was waiting on you. The whole town is ready to bust at the seams, and all over one guy.” Dominique smirked evilly. Her driver saw that. “Tell ya this, that Joker guy…I don’t know whether to run from him, or hug him.”

“Really?” he sounded interested. “Why’s that?”

“Cause this town needs a fire under its ass.” Dominique smirked as she exhaled. “When I was a kid, everything had to be ‘in the norm’, business as usual.” Then she said something that perked his interest more. “There’s nothing wrong with a little anarchy. Society sucks.” And she knew it more then anyone else. From a young age, she knew her father was doing something illegal. Those in power can do whatever they want. The small people don’t matter, she remembered her father saying to his associates.

“So, you like him?”

“He scares me into admiring him.” Dominique sat back and kept smoking. “But I think the clown thing is a little played out. Ever heard of John Wayne Gacy?”

“Yeah. What about him?”

“Just figured people would do something different, since the clown thing was his MO.” After she said that, her driver didn’t say anything. The rain had picked up and Dom figured he was just paying attention to the road.

It was when Dom flicked it out the window; she noticed that they weren’t on the interstate anymore. They still had an hour and a half let on the interstate before getting off. Hell, they weren’t even on some back country road. They were in the middle of freaking nowhere.

“Hey, buddy, where the blue hell are we?” she asked. When he didn’t answer, she got mad. “Yo,” she said, and then let out a sharp whistle. “What the fuck do you think your doing?”

Suddenly, a dividing window went up, blocking the driver from Dominique’s view. A gas began spewing out of hidden vents. Dominique coughed and tried to get her seat belt unbuckled. She tried holding her breath long enough and managed to get the buckle undone. She fell off the seat and felt woozy. All she remembered before she passed out was the purple fog surrounding her…and the sound of someone laughing psychotically.

So what do you guys think so far?