What Happens In Gotham
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
1,688
Reviews:
10
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Setting Up The Floor Show!
A/N: *hugs all of her reviewers* God I missed you guys!!! Seeing all your reviews brought tears to my eyes T_T!!! My wonderful readers how ya’ll doing? h. I’m at the local library to update the stories for you, see what I do for all of you? While I’m sick!!! I go out in the pouring rain while I have the flu. This is probably WHY Im sick ^^! I love you ALL !!!!!!!!
Sorry this is super short but I thought, “Hey I’ll update a filler, its better then nothing!”
Thanks for the Review:
Ero Sennin: *Bear hugs* Hi, I missed you so much!!!! You called me “love” why is everyone doing that lately? Not that it’s a bad thing I love it…pardon the pun. Thank you for the songs, I knew most of them but not the “summer” its lovely. Ouch!! Those are a bitch or so I’ve heard. I have Chronic Sinus infection and a head cold. Night Quyl is the best! As always your monster reviews put a smile on my face ^__________^ couldn’t help my self!
Shmellington: Jar of pickled squids…no I’m just really sick. I live in New England which sucks this time of year T________T Don’t worry I love this story and will make sure to get better soon! I promise.
MugglebornPrincesa: Something tells me you’re a Harry Potter fan…..I wonder what *laughs* As adorable as J.C is no he will not turn him around that would be WAY to cliché for one of my stories…but we will see what happens ^^
Young-Maiden: okokokokokokokokokokokokok *takes deep breath* okokokokok I updated ^^ I’m sort of afraid of what will happen when that light goes of in his twisted mind and he realizes that J.C is his son…
Gremblin: Thanks you for the compliment. I thought it would work better for me if Scarecrow had created the Joker it makes a twisted sense in a way. Thanks for the review!! As ero sennin says I’m a Nazi for them lol
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What Happens In Gotham
By: TheDisasterousChibi
Last Time:
The wiry frame of the Joker rose in a graceful stumble as weeks of insomnia and a crashing sugar high took their toll on his abused and misused body. Locking the door to his sanctuary the Joker walked in slow purposeful measure steps to his office. Without the child to keep him occupied the Joker could revise and fine tune some last minute details of his assassination of the Mayor. He would turn this little plan they had created to try and form a silver lining and make it combust in their faces.
He hated schemers.
Today was the day he would send Gotham’s Knights into the pits of despair and madness. He would also be ride himself of a certain delicious little trollop and her bouncing baby boy. It was to bad really, she looked like a great lay and the boy wasn’t too bad.
Today was a glorious day to cause a little havoc, bit of mayhem and blow up a building or two. No doubt the Batman had analyzed the crime scene by now and was scratching his brain over how he would succeed in killing the heavily guarded mayor.
The darling mother must be distraught over her son. There was no way she could get Batman’s identity in time, he was a man of his word and she could not win in this situation. He wanted her and her son gone and so tada they would be.
Today he was going to light the fire that would bring Gotham to its knees, crumbling into ash as all burned around him. Chaos would reign supreme in him again, the Joker kept repeating the same phrase over and over again “everyone eventually surrenders…”
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Chapter Fifteen: Setting Up The Floor Show!
“Good Morning Master Wayne.”
“Morning Bruce”
The platform lowered into the secret room below the warehouse. Alfred and Katarina stepped from the platform and walked toward Bruce who was hunched over a large computer desk starring at various screens each had the same face with that crimson permanent smile.
“I don’t understand, what could he gain from this?” brows drawn together, eyes focused on the screen Bruce did not return the greetings of his companions.
“Perhaps he does it for the thrill sir?” Alfred responded when he came to stand beside his foster-son.
Katarina took in her surroundings, the large underground was quite plain but very spacious. Deep inside the underground was the tank like car that the caped crusader drove, its glossy black color and sheer size were extremely intimidating.
Bruce hung his head and ran a hand over his face in frustration. “No Alfred criminals are easy to understand, they want money, revenge.”
“Frankly sir, I think this is a man you don’t understand. Some men cant be bought or sold, bargained or reasoned with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.” Alfred replied gravely.
“Alfred is right. After studying all the information they had on him and the previous case study I cant conclude a set motivation for all this destruction.” The click of her heels echoed as she walked to stand adjacent to Bruce.
“The only conclusion that can be made is that he has no morals or limits.” Katarina stopped her admiring and looked at the smiling face of the man the screen, she clenched her fist as she thought of her son.
Bruce placed an awkward but comforting hand on Katarina’s shoulder, he flashed her a toothy smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Katarina placed her own hand above his and squeezed. Bruce dropped his smiling façade and spoke in a soft tone.
“We’ll get the munchkin back. I’ll do everything in my power to keep my promise.”
“I know Bruce, I know. I just want my boy in my arms. Alfred said you wanted to talk to me, I have to be at the tribute earlier to talk to Harvey. So what is it?” Katarina asked composing herself.
“Yes I did indeed. You‘ll need this”
Bruce shuffled around some boxes and devices on his desk searching for what he needed. He grasped a small black box and tossed it to Katarina.
“Really a gift for me you shouldn’t have Brucey.” Katarina said sarcastically and opened the box.
“Your kidding me!” she exclaimed
Inside the box was…
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Curly blonde hair was arranged in a golden halo on a stained pillow. J.C laid asleep on the Joker’s bed, his breathing even and deep, the rise and fall of his chest steady. The tip of his right thumb touched his lips, his left hand laid under the right pillowing his cheek .
The Joker walked in on this endearing scene, his mismatched footsteps resounded in the silence of the early morning. He sat himself beside the boy’s head, Jack was pounding in the back of his mind, fighting to keep him from harming the boy or the woman. This was all the more reason to destroy them both
At a stroke of genius he had decided what to do with the child that would shut Jack up and still cause mass amounts of pain and terror to the cop. He shook the boy’s shoulder and waited for him to wake up. J.C stretched his arms and opened eyes.
“Good Morning Mr. J.” J.C said with a sleepy smile on his face.
“Get up kid, today is a busy day.”
The Joker rose from the bed and retrieved the boy’s cloths. They were still filthy and quite cold but they were dry. He tossed the clothes onto the bed and leaned against the door frame to wait.
With renewed energy from a night’s sleep J.C hoped out of bed to follow the older man’s instructions .
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“Your have got to be kidding me Bruce. I refuse to wear this.”
“Not s- Not so bad! Your right this is horrible!” Katarina cried, she thumbed the small object in her hand.
“Katarina just put it on. Your going to be late if you don’t leave soon.” Bruce said, a small smile on his lips and he watched the outraged woman.
“Fine” she grumbled, “but you’ll pay for this Brucey-boy”
Katarina pinned a bat shaped button onto her blouse, on the large screens the image of a smiling Bruce was seen.
“Okay the camera’s online, check the mic.” Bruce told her.
“Testing one, two three, testing.” Katarina heard her own voice echo in the large underground room seconds apart from her speaking.
“Good, all clear. Now how are you getting there?” Bruce asked.
“Don’t suppose you’ll lend me the tank will you?” Katarina asked in a small girlish voice.
“Not a chance darling. Can you ride a motor cycle?” He asked.
“Yes I can, quite well might I add.” she responded.
“Good, I keep two bikes here. Take one and get going. I‘ll see you there.” Bruce turned from her and went back to searching through files and the computer. Katarina walked into the concealed garage and started to roll out a red and black Aprilia RSV. She stopped and waited as the tunnel opened. Helmet already on she climbed onto the bike and turned it on.
It came to life with a roar, she turned back to Bruce. “You did more for this city and for me then we deserve. Thank you for that Bruce.”
He turned to her and smiled “It’s time for me to hang up my cape Katarina, don’t feel guilty. It’s what I want too, don’t make me a martyr. Now go!”
She nodded and speed off into the streets.
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“Dump him here.”
“What? He’s just a kid!”
“The boss said dump him. Do you wanna go up against him?”
“No!”
“Then dump the damn kid!”
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A/N: *wipes forehead* Phew that’s done, poor Katarina, she suffers so at the Joker’s(and mine) hand. This is me wishing’ you all a happy Thanksgiving
Five Review to Update dears.
See ya next chapter, Chibi-chan is going home to a warm bed and a nurse! ^^
Sorry this is super short but I thought, “Hey I’ll update a filler, its better then nothing!”
Thanks for the Review:
Ero Sennin: *Bear hugs* Hi, I missed you so much!!!! You called me “love” why is everyone doing that lately? Not that it’s a bad thing I love it…pardon the pun. Thank you for the songs, I knew most of them but not the “summer” its lovely. Ouch!! Those are a bitch or so I’ve heard. I have Chronic Sinus infection and a head cold. Night Quyl is the best! As always your monster reviews put a smile on my face ^__________^ couldn’t help my self!
Shmellington: Jar of pickled squids…no I’m just really sick. I live in New England which sucks this time of year T________T Don’t worry I love this story and will make sure to get better soon! I promise.
MugglebornPrincesa: Something tells me you’re a Harry Potter fan…..I wonder what *laughs* As adorable as J.C is no he will not turn him around that would be WAY to cliché for one of my stories…but we will see what happens ^^
Young-Maiden: okokokokokokokokokokokokok *takes deep breath* okokokokok I updated ^^ I’m sort of afraid of what will happen when that light goes of in his twisted mind and he realizes that J.C is his son…
Gremblin: Thanks you for the compliment. I thought it would work better for me if Scarecrow had created the Joker it makes a twisted sense in a way. Thanks for the review!! As ero sennin says I’m a Nazi for them lol
________________________________________________________________________
What Happens In Gotham
By: TheDisasterousChibi
Last Time:
The wiry frame of the Joker rose in a graceful stumble as weeks of insomnia and a crashing sugar high took their toll on his abused and misused body. Locking the door to his sanctuary the Joker walked in slow purposeful measure steps to his office. Without the child to keep him occupied the Joker could revise and fine tune some last minute details of his assassination of the Mayor. He would turn this little plan they had created to try and form a silver lining and make it combust in their faces.
He hated schemers.
Today was the day he would send Gotham’s Knights into the pits of despair and madness. He would also be ride himself of a certain delicious little trollop and her bouncing baby boy. It was to bad really, she looked like a great lay and the boy wasn’t too bad.
Today was a glorious day to cause a little havoc, bit of mayhem and blow up a building or two. No doubt the Batman had analyzed the crime scene by now and was scratching his brain over how he would succeed in killing the heavily guarded mayor.
The darling mother must be distraught over her son. There was no way she could get Batman’s identity in time, he was a man of his word and she could not win in this situation. He wanted her and her son gone and so tada they would be.
Today he was going to light the fire that would bring Gotham to its knees, crumbling into ash as all burned around him. Chaos would reign supreme in him again, the Joker kept repeating the same phrase over and over again “everyone eventually surrenders…”
________________________________________________________________________
Chapter Fifteen: Setting Up The Floor Show!
“Good Morning Master Wayne.”
“Morning Bruce”
The platform lowered into the secret room below the warehouse. Alfred and Katarina stepped from the platform and walked toward Bruce who was hunched over a large computer desk starring at various screens each had the same face with that crimson permanent smile.
“I don’t understand, what could he gain from this?” brows drawn together, eyes focused on the screen Bruce did not return the greetings of his companions.
“Perhaps he does it for the thrill sir?” Alfred responded when he came to stand beside his foster-son.
Katarina took in her surroundings, the large underground was quite plain but very spacious. Deep inside the underground was the tank like car that the caped crusader drove, its glossy black color and sheer size were extremely intimidating.
Bruce hung his head and ran a hand over his face in frustration. “No Alfred criminals are easy to understand, they want money, revenge.”
“Frankly sir, I think this is a man you don’t understand. Some men cant be bought or sold, bargained or reasoned with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.” Alfred replied gravely.
“Alfred is right. After studying all the information they had on him and the previous case study I cant conclude a set motivation for all this destruction.” The click of her heels echoed as she walked to stand adjacent to Bruce.
“The only conclusion that can be made is that he has no morals or limits.” Katarina stopped her admiring and looked at the smiling face of the man the screen, she clenched her fist as she thought of her son.
Bruce placed an awkward but comforting hand on Katarina’s shoulder, he flashed her a toothy smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Katarina placed her own hand above his and squeezed. Bruce dropped his smiling façade and spoke in a soft tone.
“We’ll get the munchkin back. I’ll do everything in my power to keep my promise.”
“I know Bruce, I know. I just want my boy in my arms. Alfred said you wanted to talk to me, I have to be at the tribute earlier to talk to Harvey. So what is it?” Katarina asked composing herself.
“Yes I did indeed. You‘ll need this”
Bruce shuffled around some boxes and devices on his desk searching for what he needed. He grasped a small black box and tossed it to Katarina.
“Really a gift for me you shouldn’t have Brucey.” Katarina said sarcastically and opened the box.
“Your kidding me!” she exclaimed
Inside the box was…
________________________________________________________________________
Curly blonde hair was arranged in a golden halo on a stained pillow. J.C laid asleep on the Joker’s bed, his breathing even and deep, the rise and fall of his chest steady. The tip of his right thumb touched his lips, his left hand laid under the right pillowing his cheek .
The Joker walked in on this endearing scene, his mismatched footsteps resounded in the silence of the early morning. He sat himself beside the boy’s head, Jack was pounding in the back of his mind, fighting to keep him from harming the boy or the woman. This was all the more reason to destroy them both
At a stroke of genius he had decided what to do with the child that would shut Jack up and still cause mass amounts of pain and terror to the cop. He shook the boy’s shoulder and waited for him to wake up. J.C stretched his arms and opened eyes.
“Good Morning Mr. J.” J.C said with a sleepy smile on his face.
“Get up kid, today is a busy day.”
The Joker rose from the bed and retrieved the boy’s cloths. They were still filthy and quite cold but they were dry. He tossed the clothes onto the bed and leaned against the door frame to wait.
With renewed energy from a night’s sleep J.C hoped out of bed to follow the older man’s instructions .
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“Your have got to be kidding me Bruce. I refuse to wear this.”
“Not s- Not so bad! Your right this is horrible!” Katarina cried, she thumbed the small object in her hand.
“Katarina just put it on. Your going to be late if you don’t leave soon.” Bruce said, a small smile on his lips and he watched the outraged woman.
“Fine” she grumbled, “but you’ll pay for this Brucey-boy”
Katarina pinned a bat shaped button onto her blouse, on the large screens the image of a smiling Bruce was seen.
“Okay the camera’s online, check the mic.” Bruce told her.
“Testing one, two three, testing.” Katarina heard her own voice echo in the large underground room seconds apart from her speaking.
“Good, all clear. Now how are you getting there?” Bruce asked.
“Don’t suppose you’ll lend me the tank will you?” Katarina asked in a small girlish voice.
“Not a chance darling. Can you ride a motor cycle?” He asked.
“Yes I can, quite well might I add.” she responded.
“Good, I keep two bikes here. Take one and get going. I‘ll see you there.” Bruce turned from her and went back to searching through files and the computer. Katarina walked into the concealed garage and started to roll out a red and black Aprilia RSV. She stopped and waited as the tunnel opened. Helmet already on she climbed onto the bike and turned it on.
It came to life with a roar, she turned back to Bruce. “You did more for this city and for me then we deserve. Thank you for that Bruce.”
He turned to her and smiled “It’s time for me to hang up my cape Katarina, don’t feel guilty. It’s what I want too, don’t make me a martyr. Now go!”
She nodded and speed off into the streets.
________________________________________________________________________
“Dump him here.”
“What? He’s just a kid!”
“The boss said dump him. Do you wanna go up against him?”
“No!”
“Then dump the damn kid!”
________________________________________________________________________
A/N: *wipes forehead* Phew that’s done, poor Katarina, she suffers so at the Joker’s(and mine) hand. This is me wishing’ you all a happy Thanksgiving
Five Review to Update dears.
See ya next chapter, Chibi-chan is going home to a warm bed and a nurse! ^^