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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Batman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,632
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own the Batman series, more's the pity. Batman, Joker, Gordon, Gotham, etc. all belong to DC Comics. I make no money from writing this, I just do it for fun.
Joe
A/N: My apologies to everyone who's been waiting for this chapter. I know this it has been a long time in coming, but here it is. Don't worry, this story has a ways to go yet.
On the way to the elevators, Sarah stopped in the medication room. She sorted through the hundreds of different pills lined up on the shelves as the Joker waited outside, watching her. Always watching her. She selected a half-full bottle of oxycontin and tucked it into the pocket of her pants. The legs of her jeans were sliced down the middle, which made them billow out when she walked and expose her legs from the thigh downward, but at least the pockets were intact.
She kept the knife in her hand just in case. The nurse’s station was still quiet, and Sarah found herself wondering what had happened to the nurses. However, she didn’t ask. Really, she didn’t want to know.
The elevator ride was uncomfortable, to say the least. The inside was all mirrored, so no matter where she looked it seemed like the Joker was there. And he was always watching her, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror no matter which way she turned her head. When the doors finally opened on the ground floor, Sarah strode out, showing her back to him for a full six seconds. Fear was something she would not show to this freak, not if she could help it.
When the elevator doors closed and he didn’t immediately take the lead, she turned around to look at him. Their eyes met again, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Sarah looked away first. “How are we getting out of here?”
The Joker brushed past her, a smile playing on his lips. “I have a ride waiting outside, sweetcakes. You didn’t think I’d pick you up for a date unprepared, did you?”
Sarah scowled briefly, but didn’t say anything. She could feel a tremor in her throat that she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep out of her voice. Instead she followed him down a short hallway and out to the main lobby. He paused for a few seconds, and she looked around. The lobby was like every other hospital lobby in the world, full of small, uncomfortable chairs and a few overly large comfy ones. The prints on the wall could’ve come from any hotel, business, or hospital lobby in the world. The only discordant note was a small puddle of dark red liquid next to the reception desk.
The Joker moved, and Sarah followed, tearing her eyes away from the puddle. She knew what it was, but somehow her mind wouldn’t allow her to grasp the fact. Instead of thinking about it, she followed the Joker outside.
There was a large blue van waiting in the crescent drop-off zone, parked crazily askew. The back door slid open as the Joker approached, and he stepped in. Sarah stopped just outside, staring into the back. Large metal drums crowded the cargo area, leaving only a small empty space crammed against the driver’s and front seats. Most of the space was taken up by the Joker, who was busy talking to the people in the seats as he gestured her inside.
Sarah squeezed in, trying her best to avoid touching him. It was in vain, as he leaned across her to shut the door, their bodies pressing up against each other. She shrank back against the barrels, trying to get as far away from him as possible. He smiled at her, stretching the scars on his cheeks. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the little pill bottle and took two oxycontin. If she was going to be spending time in his company, at the very least she deserved not to be in pain.
Without a word of warning, the van accelerated to a speed that would not have been out of place on a racetrack. The sudden jerk threw Sarah against the barrels. One of them tipped precariously for a moment before thumping back to vertical. Inside the metal, she heard liquid sloshing around.
For at least ten minutes they drove in silence. The Joker spent the entire time pressed forward between the two front seats, making quiet noises of excitement. Sarah’s mind was starting to feel a little fuzzy from the drugs, but she popped one more pill just to be safe.
“Where are we going?” she asked. She tried to make her voice sound brazen, but she ended up just sounding a little drunk. Momentarily she cursed the pills for making her fuzzy, but she knew they were keeping her from feeling pain, too. It was a trade-off.
The Joker looked back at her, his eyes wild with excitement. “We’re going to see how angry you really are!” he replied, chuckling delightedly.
“What?”
The Joker pulled a grubby sheet of paper from his pocket. Holding it out to her, he recited the words as she read them. “Joe Carleson. 1329 West Brook Way.”
She looked up at him briefly, her eyes narrowed as she fought the fog in her brain to make the information make sense.
“He... helped?”
The Joker’s smile grew and he giggled in crazy ecstasy.
Sarah leaned back against the barrels, catching a strong whiff of gasoline.
Joe Carleson.
1329 West Brook Way.
On the way to the elevators, Sarah stopped in the medication room. She sorted through the hundreds of different pills lined up on the shelves as the Joker waited outside, watching her. Always watching her. She selected a half-full bottle of oxycontin and tucked it into the pocket of her pants. The legs of her jeans were sliced down the middle, which made them billow out when she walked and expose her legs from the thigh downward, but at least the pockets were intact.
She kept the knife in her hand just in case. The nurse’s station was still quiet, and Sarah found herself wondering what had happened to the nurses. However, she didn’t ask. Really, she didn’t want to know.
The elevator ride was uncomfortable, to say the least. The inside was all mirrored, so no matter where she looked it seemed like the Joker was there. And he was always watching her, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror no matter which way she turned her head. When the doors finally opened on the ground floor, Sarah strode out, showing her back to him for a full six seconds. Fear was something she would not show to this freak, not if she could help it.
When the elevator doors closed and he didn’t immediately take the lead, she turned around to look at him. Their eyes met again, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Sarah looked away first. “How are we getting out of here?”
The Joker brushed past her, a smile playing on his lips. “I have a ride waiting outside, sweetcakes. You didn’t think I’d pick you up for a date unprepared, did you?”
Sarah scowled briefly, but didn’t say anything. She could feel a tremor in her throat that she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep out of her voice. Instead she followed him down a short hallway and out to the main lobby. He paused for a few seconds, and she looked around. The lobby was like every other hospital lobby in the world, full of small, uncomfortable chairs and a few overly large comfy ones. The prints on the wall could’ve come from any hotel, business, or hospital lobby in the world. The only discordant note was a small puddle of dark red liquid next to the reception desk.
The Joker moved, and Sarah followed, tearing her eyes away from the puddle. She knew what it was, but somehow her mind wouldn’t allow her to grasp the fact. Instead of thinking about it, she followed the Joker outside.
There was a large blue van waiting in the crescent drop-off zone, parked crazily askew. The back door slid open as the Joker approached, and he stepped in. Sarah stopped just outside, staring into the back. Large metal drums crowded the cargo area, leaving only a small empty space crammed against the driver’s and front seats. Most of the space was taken up by the Joker, who was busy talking to the people in the seats as he gestured her inside.
Sarah squeezed in, trying her best to avoid touching him. It was in vain, as he leaned across her to shut the door, their bodies pressing up against each other. She shrank back against the barrels, trying to get as far away from him as possible. He smiled at her, stretching the scars on his cheeks. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the little pill bottle and took two oxycontin. If she was going to be spending time in his company, at the very least she deserved not to be in pain.
Without a word of warning, the van accelerated to a speed that would not have been out of place on a racetrack. The sudden jerk threw Sarah against the barrels. One of them tipped precariously for a moment before thumping back to vertical. Inside the metal, she heard liquid sloshing around.
For at least ten minutes they drove in silence. The Joker spent the entire time pressed forward between the two front seats, making quiet noises of excitement. Sarah’s mind was starting to feel a little fuzzy from the drugs, but she popped one more pill just to be safe.
“Where are we going?” she asked. She tried to make her voice sound brazen, but she ended up just sounding a little drunk. Momentarily she cursed the pills for making her fuzzy, but she knew they were keeping her from feeling pain, too. It was a trade-off.
The Joker looked back at her, his eyes wild with excitement. “We’re going to see how angry you really are!” he replied, chuckling delightedly.
“What?”
The Joker pulled a grubby sheet of paper from his pocket. Holding it out to her, he recited the words as she read them. “Joe Carleson. 1329 West Brook Way.”
She looked up at him briefly, her eyes narrowed as she fought the fog in her brain to make the information make sense.
“He... helped?”
The Joker’s smile grew and he giggled in crazy ecstasy.
Sarah leaned back against the barrels, catching a strong whiff of gasoline.
Joe Carleson.
1329 West Brook Way.