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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Batman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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3,265
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2
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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.
The Joker
The Joker
Feral. That is the only way to describe the Joker's movements. He approaches with his head down, and watches from the corner of his eye like a dog about to attack. He takes long strides, slowing down when he gets close, circling me. He's a good foot taller than I am. I can see the line where white makeup meets bare skin along his jaw.
The makeup looks fresh, with no flesh showing through. He probably hasn't been outside today.
"Well, well, well," he says, moving slowly around me until he is out of my line of sight. That voice crawls right up my spine. I want to turn, to keep him in front of me, but I'm afraid I'll fall if I do. He moves behind me, silent. Then nothing. I turn my head to the left, waiting for him to reappear, but he doesn't. My heart pounds ridiculously hard. He breathes behind me.
Hold still. For god's sake, hold still. Don't lose your balance. Don't let him see how scared you are.
Don't cry.
I jump as he reappears on my right side, his dark eyes wide and inquisitive. "Are you nervous?" he asks, flicking his tongue quickly over the corners of his mouth, moving his head as he speaks. "You don't have to be. You don't have to impress me, ya know." He brings his hands in to his chest, gesturing at himself. "I just want us to get to know each other. That's all. I just want to know you."
"Like...like you know that detective's friends?"
He considers, then closes his eyes tight and shakes his head hard. "No," he says at the same time. Then he takes his bottom lip into his mouth, as though trying to keep from laughing. "No. You're not getting the point here." He rocks back on his heel and punches the air excitedly. "This is not about war. See, there's a war on in Gotham, so I have to kill a few people...ok, a lot of people...to make my point. To scare them, you see. The people who aren't dead. Because it's a city, and I'm only one man. But this..." He gestures between himself and me. "...between us...it's not about that. I don't have to kill ya to make you scream."
Oh god.
"And if I don't kill ya, I can make you scream again...and again...and again." He widens his eyes and taps his temple. "I'm cra-a-azy like that. I have an idea."
I bite my own lip as he dodges around me again, then leans in to warm my ear with his whisper. "Why don't we play a little ga-a-ame?" he says, exaggerating the "m," opening his mouth to breathe on me afterward. He smells of coffee and unwashed hair.
Don't cry.
My own lips go slack. I try to swallow. My entire body shivers visibly.
In one movement, he has me off my feet and cradled in his arms. I squeal as my head flops back, grimace as a bolt of pain shoots through my neck. He spins around. I'm going to be sick.
When he stands still, I struggle to reposition myself and hold up my head. He gazes into my face conspiratorially. "We're going to have a really good time together. You'll see. I'll show ya." He gives me an exaggerated wink.
"Don't hurt me..."
His voice is warm and playful as he bounces me in his arms and pats me on the bottom. "You're so wor-ried," he says, flicking his tongue against his lips. "So scared. I don't want you to be scared. I want you to be terrified."
From here I can see the thick, uneven skin through the red makeup, including the y-shape on his lower lip. He turns on his heel and heads for a closed door. "Oh, you like my scars, do ya? Did I ever tell you where I got 'em?" he asks cheerfully.
I swallow. "You had a crazy big sister who wanted to put a smile on your face?" I offer.
He stops right in front of the door. First, the expression freezes on his features. Then the cheerfulness melts away. For one terrible moment, I think I may have angered him, but he just cocks his head to the side and pokes out his lips. "Close," he says. "But no dice."
He kicks open the door. I jump. It bounces off the wall and hits my foot as he takes me through it into a dark corridor. I look up at his face as he stalks quickly through the shadows. The white makeup catches what light is here. He holds me tightly against his tense body, digging his fingers into my thigh and ribs, staring straight ahead with a purposeful expression on his face.
"Time to play, time to play, time to play," he murmurs.
Feral. That is the only way to describe the Joker's movements. He approaches with his head down, and watches from the corner of his eye like a dog about to attack. He takes long strides, slowing down when he gets close, circling me. He's a good foot taller than I am. I can see the line where white makeup meets bare skin along his jaw.
The makeup looks fresh, with no flesh showing through. He probably hasn't been outside today.
"Well, well, well," he says, moving slowly around me until he is out of my line of sight. That voice crawls right up my spine. I want to turn, to keep him in front of me, but I'm afraid I'll fall if I do. He moves behind me, silent. Then nothing. I turn my head to the left, waiting for him to reappear, but he doesn't. My heart pounds ridiculously hard. He breathes behind me.
Hold still. For god's sake, hold still. Don't lose your balance. Don't let him see how scared you are.
Don't cry.
I jump as he reappears on my right side, his dark eyes wide and inquisitive. "Are you nervous?" he asks, flicking his tongue quickly over the corners of his mouth, moving his head as he speaks. "You don't have to be. You don't have to impress me, ya know." He brings his hands in to his chest, gesturing at himself. "I just want us to get to know each other. That's all. I just want to know you."
"Like...like you know that detective's friends?"
He considers, then closes his eyes tight and shakes his head hard. "No," he says at the same time. Then he takes his bottom lip into his mouth, as though trying to keep from laughing. "No. You're not getting the point here." He rocks back on his heel and punches the air excitedly. "This is not about war. See, there's a war on in Gotham, so I have to kill a few people...ok, a lot of people...to make my point. To scare them, you see. The people who aren't dead. Because it's a city, and I'm only one man. But this..." He gestures between himself and me. "...between us...it's not about that. I don't have to kill ya to make you scream."
Oh god.
"And if I don't kill ya, I can make you scream again...and again...and again." He widens his eyes and taps his temple. "I'm cra-a-azy like that. I have an idea."
I bite my own lip as he dodges around me again, then leans in to warm my ear with his whisper. "Why don't we play a little ga-a-ame?" he says, exaggerating the "m," opening his mouth to breathe on me afterward. He smells of coffee and unwashed hair.
Don't cry.
My own lips go slack. I try to swallow. My entire body shivers visibly.
In one movement, he has me off my feet and cradled in his arms. I squeal as my head flops back, grimace as a bolt of pain shoots through my neck. He spins around. I'm going to be sick.
When he stands still, I struggle to reposition myself and hold up my head. He gazes into my face conspiratorially. "We're going to have a really good time together. You'll see. I'll show ya." He gives me an exaggerated wink.
"Don't hurt me..."
His voice is warm and playful as he bounces me in his arms and pats me on the bottom. "You're so wor-ried," he says, flicking his tongue against his lips. "So scared. I don't want you to be scared. I want you to be terrified."
From here I can see the thick, uneven skin through the red makeup, including the y-shape on his lower lip. He turns on his heel and heads for a closed door. "Oh, you like my scars, do ya? Did I ever tell you where I got 'em?" he asks cheerfully.
I swallow. "You had a crazy big sister who wanted to put a smile on your face?" I offer.
He stops right in front of the door. First, the expression freezes on his features. Then the cheerfulness melts away. For one terrible moment, I think I may have angered him, but he just cocks his head to the side and pokes out his lips. "Close," he says. "But no dice."
He kicks open the door. I jump. It bounces off the wall and hits my foot as he takes me through it into a dark corridor. I look up at his face as he stalks quickly through the shadows. The white makeup catches what light is here. He holds me tightly against his tense body, digging his fingers into my thigh and ribs, staring straight ahead with a purposeful expression on his face.
"Time to play, time to play, time to play," he murmurs.