Love, Lust and Explosives

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Chapter Thirteen: Reunion

The Joker rocked impatiently in his seat, jumping forward from time to time to bark out directions and instructions to the driver and hang over the seat. He had an uncomfortably strong feeling that he was running out of time.

Violet was also rocking back in forth in her seat beneath the dim streetlight. She sang softly to herself and giggled. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the little old bum was right. She couldn’t believe she had just given up. Dumb dumb dumb. She knew now that she belonged to Mr. Stitches body, mind and soul but instead of feeling like a captive, she felt free.

She climbed up on the bench and shouted out to the empty buildings. “I love Mr. Stitches! I love Mr. Stitches! I love Mr. St….” She stopped short when she saw the sleek black car driving towards her. A cold steel shiver ran the length of her spine and she was frozen with fear. Blackness began creep into the edges of her vision creating a tunnel effect… with the black car at the center. Violet knew instinctively that this car belonged to WEB Corp. and Dr. Alexander Wolf was inside.

She had spent a great deal of time convincing her fractured mind that they didn’t really exist. Violet told herself over and over that the doctor and his company were the stuff of children’s nightmares…like the monster under the bed. Feared but not real.

Her heart froze in her chest. If only they had managed to find her earlier…..…before Arkham……. before Mr. Stitches, she would not have even considered resisting. But now…she felt like she had something to lose and a choice to make. So as the head lights grew closer, she summoned every last bit of her courage and jumped from the bench, running for all she was worth.

The black car screeched to a stop in the center of the road, and the driver’s door flew open revealing the imposing form of Mr. Crow. In a blur of black, he was in motion, surprisingly graceful and unbelievably fast; a predator running down its prey. Violet could feel him growing closer, could feel the cold pull of his presence, and she began to despair. She knew who was after her and that knowledge was so overwhelming that she began to lose her resolve and slow.

Before she even had a chance to look back, she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. The grip was light at first but it swiftly turned into a claw, digging painfully into her shoulder and pulling her backwards. Then she felt it: the sting of a needle, and she stopped. There was no sense in fighting. It would only result in pain. The drug would have the last word. So she stopped, closed her eyes and sobbed with frustration. Her sobs earned her a soft chuckle from her pursuer.

“Well, I’m getting the distinct feeling that you’re not as happy to see me as I am to see you.”

His voice was like shattering glass to her ears.

“Mr. Crow...” Violet sighed miserably.

“I’m honored you remember me,” He said sarcastically, “and I can see that you’ve grasped the hopelessness of your situation.

The drug was already beginning to take effect, and Violet felt weak and lightheaded.

“Since you know as well as I do, that time is short, can I assume that you’ll save me a lot of trouble and walk back to the car without assistance? I could carry you but, I’d rather not wrinkle my suit.”

Violet sighed and turned to face her fate. She almost winced at the sharp familiar face of Mr. Crow. She had just about managed to forget. She began stumbling toward the car, mostly because she didn’t want Mr. Crow to touch her. She was well aware that it wouldn’t be long until the drug took full effect. She had experienced almost every concoction produced at WEB Corp, including this one. Each drug was carefully designed to produce a specific outcome but in a unique and often unusual way.

Mr. Crow followed, dark and silent as if he were Violet’s second shadow. She couldn’t hear him, but she could feel him near and she shivered.

After what seemed like an eternity, they reached the car and Mr. Crow opened the back door. Violet stood at the opening with her eyes closed, unable to force herself to look into the dark interior. Out of nowhere, in the distance, Violet registered the faint sound of squealing tires and began to turn her head to look.

With a grunt of irritation, Mr. Crow pushed her, propelling her directly into the waiting arms of Dr. Alexander Wolf. The adrenaline pumping through her veins made the drug act faster and her vision began to dim. She struggled futilely, as she felt his long-fingered hands grasp her and place her neatly into his lap. He cradled her in his arms and brushed the hair from her eyes. Dr. Wolf said her name, and the sound was repulsive. Violet opened her mouth, but no sound came out. The last thing she saw before she feel into darkness was the cool handsome face of Dr. Wolf smiling in smug triumph.

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The quiet early morning calm shattered as the Joker’s enormous, impossibly green Cadillac squealed around the corner just in time to see Violet tumble head first into the back of the black sedan. The Joker’s razor sharp brain processed the scene instantly and he let out an earsplitting sound somewhere between a screech and a cackle. His men cringed.

“Oh, ho, ho…Looks like we may be in for a little unexpected entertainment thisssss morning! “

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In his peripheral vision, Mr. Crow caught sight of the Cadillac at the end of the block as he slammed the car’s back door. The instincts of a professional took over and Mr. Crow dove into the driver’s seat, slamming the car into gear and leaving several layers of rubber on the asphalt as he jammed his foot into the accelerator.

Dr. Wolf grunted indignantly as he was thrown back against the backseat with the sudden burst of speed. He glared at Mr. Crow in the rearview mirror, irritated that his reunion with Violet had been so rudely interrupted.

“We’ve got company.” Mr. Crow explained matter of factly,

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“Get your thumb out of your ass Whizzo and FOLLOW THAT CAR!!” the Joker screeched excitedly as he leaned over the front seat, bouncing up and down. “Hehehe, I’ve always wanted to say that!”

And Whizzo did just that. The Cadillac jumped forward when the clown driver immediately pushed the accelerator all the way to the floor. The other henchmen braced themselves for the upcoming chase, buckling their seatbelts and grasping at anything in the car that might stabilize them. The Joker, however, leaned farther over the front seat and cackled with delight.

The black WEB Corp. car sped rapidly through the streets of the slowly awakening Narrows, making very little sound. Dr. Wolf carefully secured a limp unconscious Violet in the seat beside him and glanced back through the darkly tinted rear window. He had a good idea who was in the green Cadillac pursuing them and he narrowed his eyes in irritation. Dr. Wolf did not attempt to question Mr. Crow or give him any instructions. That would only serve to distract the thin dark man behind the wheel. He had no doubt the skillful Mr. Crow would take care of the situation. It was what he paid the man for, after all.

He was slightly startled when it became apparent that the Cadillac was quickly closing the gap between them. Dr. Wolf spun back to frown at Mr. Crow in the rearview mirror.

“Mr. Crow.” He ground out between perfectly even white teeth.

Mr. Crow’s only visible reaction was a slight tightening of the jaw before he began swerving wildly, screeching around corners with the precision and timing of an expert.

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Back in the Cadillac, the Joker squealed and breathed heavily as the excitement made his heart pound.

“Give ‘em our regards, Whizzo.” The Joker ordered laughing, “Tap their bumper…just a friendly little tap…just to say good morning.”

With a burst of speed, the powerful Cadillac leapt forward closing the gap between the two cars. Whizzo grinned triumphantly as he succeeded in ramming the back bumper of the sleek black sedan. The Joker howled with laughter, causing even his shell-shocked men to smile.

In the other car, Mr. Crow snarled and pounded the steering wheel furiously in a rare show of emotion that made the Doctor arch one elegant eyebrow.

The sun was quickly rising now and the streets of the Narrows were beginning to fill with light early morning traffic. Mr. Crow took advantage of the new obstacles, weaving in and out of the slow-moving cars, startling the groggy drivers and causing several collisions. The pursuit was rapidly becoming more dangerous as an increasingly tense Whizzo tried to keep up with black sedan and dodge the accidents.

“Slow down, Mr. Crow.” Dr. Wolf commanded calmly from the back seat of the sedan. Next to him, Violet hung limply from the seat belt that held her, completely unaware that her Mr. Stitches was near.

The unspoken question died on his lips, as Mr. Crow glanced at the Doctor in the rearview mirror. In his hands, Dr. Wolf held a Heckler & Koch G36. The sight of the powerful automatic weapon and the look of cold confident determination on Dr. Wolf’s handsome face were completely enthralling. Mr. Crow was helpless to subdue the erection that strained painfully at his pants. One of these days….he thought to himself with a silent moan.

Mr. Crow eased up on the accelerator just enough to allow the Joker and his men to draw near and make a move to slide in beside them.

The Doctor’s strategy was not lost on the Joker. Did these guys think he was some kind of amateur? He leaned back, fishing around in the back seat for a gun. Almost simultaneously the Doctor and the Joker lowered their windows. Unfortunately the Joker had the disadvantage: as much as it irked him, he really didn’t want to hit Violet.

The deafening sound of bullets ripped through both cars. The green Cadillac suddenly swerved, sideswiping a rusty old Ford pickup, jumping a curb and smashing through the windows of drycleaners. The black sedan, riddled with smoking bullet holes and sporting two flat tires, squealed away down a side street and disappeared.

The traffic had all but stopped and the loudest sound was the occasional crashing of splintered glass falling from the edges of the drycleaner’s shattered windows. Long minutes past and the only movement from the wreck of the Cadillac except were billows of smoke from the ruined engine. This being the Narrows, very few onlookers lingered at the scene. No one wanted to be a witness here.

A stray dog cauciously wandered near, sniffing the at smoking heap with curiosity. Then suddenly, with a yelp of alarm he turned and ran as the back door of the Cadillac flew open with the sound of grinding metal and breaking glass. A bloody purple-clad survivor stumbled from the wreckage laughing hysterically and groaning with pain at the same time. A terrifying sound to the few inhabitants of the Narrows near enough to hear it.


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