Irredeemable
folder
zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Batman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,391
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Batman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,391
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Mad, bad.......
CHAPTER TWO
Mad, bad............
One of the best things about working the night shift was the commute home. At eleven pm the street were fairly clear and the stressed out 8 to 5 ers were long since home. Current events in the city gave people even more reason to stay at home too.
Everyone was afraid of the Joker and even though he tended to strike whenever he felt like it the night seemed his time, the time every boogeyman preferred.
Samantha Knight didn't worry about it, Gotham was a big city. The odds of running into him or his goons were about nil in her estimation. Not to mention the fact she had nothing to do with politics or Batman or any of the things that seemed to draw the Joker's deadly interest. Her anonymity made her safe as could be.
She stopped at a red light, thinking of nothing but getting home. Scanning the empty streets she was sorely tempted to just go on through the light and was actually about to do just that when a noise caught her attention. The deep rumble of a large vehicle getting nearer and nearer. Whatever the vehicle was it sounded like the motor was about to blow up. She glanced into her rearview just in time to see large headlights come into view.
An eighteen wheeler, and it was flying. The truck's motor was letting out a peculiar scream and she could see smoke coming from it.
"Fuck" she swore and looked at the light. Still red.
'I'm gonna get hit if I don't run it' she thought and stomped the pedal of her aged Taurus. The car jerked forward......and promptly died.
"Oh fuck!" she swore again, more violently this time. The truck was bearing down on her, the driver HAD to see her yet was not slowing.
She did the only thing she could do. She grabbed her purse and jumped out of her car, sprinting to the sidewalk, her bad leg protesting the exertion. Five seconds later the truck plowed into the car. The semi had slowed considerably but the sound of screeching metal and breaking glass was jarring. Her little car was pushed along like a toy for a few feet before the truck stopped with a resounding groan. Then silence.
Samantha stood dumbfounded for a few seconds before anger found her.
"What the hell???" she yelled at the truck. "That was my CAR!!!!!"
The truck's door opened and for a moment she continued to rant.
"I don't have insurance either. What am I supposed to do now asshole!!!"
A male figure was coming towards her. In the dim streetlights she could not see his face. The figure was tall and angular, wearing a long trench coat. He came closer, closer still.
Wait, a purple trench coat? What kind of truck driver wore clothes like th........
Horrified, for she was starting to suspect this was no truck driver, she took a few steps backwards but then the figure exploded forward with astonishing speed and grabbed her by the wrists with his gloved hands.
"I swear to God get your damn hands off me motherfucker." she warned and he laughed at her. A laugh that everyone in Gotham knew.
'Yeah, I'm dead now' she thought mournfully as his face came into view. The white face, garish crimson mouth, scars. It was him. Of all the bad luck she'd ever had this little tidbit took the cake. She had just called the most dangerous man in Gotham a motherfucker.
"Well well, you were in my way and then have the nerr-veh to scream at me. And now you call me namesssssss?" His voice was a terrible thing and she immediately thought of the clip she had seen on tv. Brian Douglas, the fake batman. What had happened to that poor man she couldn't even begin to guess. Fear welled up in her then and she fought it back. He was the kind that got off on fear and if she started cowering he would rip her to shreds right then and there.
She partially twisted herself from his grasp. "The light was red!" she shot back. A ridiculous thing to say but under the circumstances it was the best she could do.
To her suprise his black eyes widened and he began to laugh uproariously. With a wince she noticed his teeth were caked in red stuff, blood or makeup she couldn't tell.
"The light was red! Red! Oh sweet-tee why didn't I think of that! Oh ok then, never-mind!" With that he released her.
"I can go?" she asked warily.
In response his eyes flickered to something behind her, then back to her. He gave a slight incline of his head.
Only then did she see they were surrounded by men in the shadows, the Joker's thugs in clown masks. Damnit she had been too afraid, too fixated on him to notice them.
She started to spin around, intending to make a run for it, when something slammed her hard in the back of the head. Heat and darkness radiated from her skull and she was falling forward. She felt someone catch her from the front. Hands encased in supple purple leather grabbed her arms, holding her up and she knew who it was. Samantha looked up and in her fading vision she saw his amused expression, those shark-like eyes regarding her coldly.
The last thing she heard was: "If you killed her I'll tear you into a thou-sand little piecesssss."
Mad, bad............
One of the best things about working the night shift was the commute home. At eleven pm the street were fairly clear and the stressed out 8 to 5 ers were long since home. Current events in the city gave people even more reason to stay at home too.
Everyone was afraid of the Joker and even though he tended to strike whenever he felt like it the night seemed his time, the time every boogeyman preferred.
Samantha Knight didn't worry about it, Gotham was a big city. The odds of running into him or his goons were about nil in her estimation. Not to mention the fact she had nothing to do with politics or Batman or any of the things that seemed to draw the Joker's deadly interest. Her anonymity made her safe as could be.
She stopped at a red light, thinking of nothing but getting home. Scanning the empty streets she was sorely tempted to just go on through the light and was actually about to do just that when a noise caught her attention. The deep rumble of a large vehicle getting nearer and nearer. Whatever the vehicle was it sounded like the motor was about to blow up. She glanced into her rearview just in time to see large headlights come into view.
An eighteen wheeler, and it was flying. The truck's motor was letting out a peculiar scream and she could see smoke coming from it.
"Fuck" she swore and looked at the light. Still red.
'I'm gonna get hit if I don't run it' she thought and stomped the pedal of her aged Taurus. The car jerked forward......and promptly died.
"Oh fuck!" she swore again, more violently this time. The truck was bearing down on her, the driver HAD to see her yet was not slowing.
She did the only thing she could do. She grabbed her purse and jumped out of her car, sprinting to the sidewalk, her bad leg protesting the exertion. Five seconds later the truck plowed into the car. The semi had slowed considerably but the sound of screeching metal and breaking glass was jarring. Her little car was pushed along like a toy for a few feet before the truck stopped with a resounding groan. Then silence.
Samantha stood dumbfounded for a few seconds before anger found her.
"What the hell???" she yelled at the truck. "That was my CAR!!!!!"
The truck's door opened and for a moment she continued to rant.
"I don't have insurance either. What am I supposed to do now asshole!!!"
A male figure was coming towards her. In the dim streetlights she could not see his face. The figure was tall and angular, wearing a long trench coat. He came closer, closer still.
Wait, a purple trench coat? What kind of truck driver wore clothes like th........
Horrified, for she was starting to suspect this was no truck driver, she took a few steps backwards but then the figure exploded forward with astonishing speed and grabbed her by the wrists with his gloved hands.
"I swear to God get your damn hands off me motherfucker." she warned and he laughed at her. A laugh that everyone in Gotham knew.
'Yeah, I'm dead now' she thought mournfully as his face came into view. The white face, garish crimson mouth, scars. It was him. Of all the bad luck she'd ever had this little tidbit took the cake. She had just called the most dangerous man in Gotham a motherfucker.
"Well well, you were in my way and then have the nerr-veh to scream at me. And now you call me namesssssss?" His voice was a terrible thing and she immediately thought of the clip she had seen on tv. Brian Douglas, the fake batman. What had happened to that poor man she couldn't even begin to guess. Fear welled up in her then and she fought it back. He was the kind that got off on fear and if she started cowering he would rip her to shreds right then and there.
She partially twisted herself from his grasp. "The light was red!" she shot back. A ridiculous thing to say but under the circumstances it was the best she could do.
To her suprise his black eyes widened and he began to laugh uproariously. With a wince she noticed his teeth were caked in red stuff, blood or makeup she couldn't tell.
"The light was red! Red! Oh sweet-tee why didn't I think of that! Oh ok then, never-mind!" With that he released her.
"I can go?" she asked warily.
In response his eyes flickered to something behind her, then back to her. He gave a slight incline of his head.
Only then did she see they were surrounded by men in the shadows, the Joker's thugs in clown masks. Damnit she had been too afraid, too fixated on him to notice them.
She started to spin around, intending to make a run for it, when something slammed her hard in the back of the head. Heat and darkness radiated from her skull and she was falling forward. She felt someone catch her from the front. Hands encased in supple purple leather grabbed her arms, holding her up and she knew who it was. Samantha looked up and in her fading vision she saw his amused expression, those shark-like eyes regarding her coldly.
The last thing she heard was: "If you killed her I'll tear you into a thou-sand little piecesssss."