A Little Piece Of Heaven
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Adult +
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6
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2,567
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3
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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.
Chapter 3
Because I forgot the last time, I do not own anything related to the Batman franchise. Just my original character, so DC or Christopher Nolan, do not sue.
OH YEAH!! Drug references and using (in flashbacks) are in here. Just mentioned, that’s all.
3
Joker sat in an overstuff maroon chair as his goons went through their new “guest’s” bags. He had to hide his smile when he noticed it was blood red. He didn’t notice it at the airport, and was mad at himself since it was his favorite color. The suitcases were mostly full of clothes, underwear, and shoes. From what fell out of the bags, Joker could tell her favorite color was black, had a thing for Doc Martian shoes, and was somewhat obsession with the New England Patriots football team. The guys were grumbling about feeling like perverts and how they had other things worth their time. They didn’t complain to loud, though. One guy did that last week, and he seemed too had fallen of the face of the Earth.
He kept the one that had her cigarettes next to his chair. He noticed it was lumpy and black leather, with weird languages written in white out on it. The only thing he could make out was a small anarchy symbol that was drawn on the straps. Curiosity got the best of him and he unzipped it. First thing laying on top was her diploma, which Joker threw over his shoulder without a second though. He turned it upside down and shook everything out. The breaking of glass got his attention. Lying on the ground were broken pieces of green glass covered with something wet. Joker took a quick sniff and recognized it: Absinthe. A card lay next to saying, To Mafia Queen Bee, to make living in Gotham a little less stressful. If you’re ever in Germany, hit me up.-M. Joker had to make a face. She could drink this stuff?
Next to the mess was an iPod in a purple protection cover. Joker picked up it, wiped the wet substance off on his pants, and put one of the ear buds on. He pushed play and was suddenly attacked by a loud, thrashing sound. He yelled and pulled the bud out of his ear. His henchmen looked up, but didn’t say anything. Joker rubbed his ear and looked at the screen. It said Beast and the Harlot, Avenged Sevenfold, City of Evil. Joker, giving the machine a dirty look, skipped to the next song. Megadeath’s Hanger 18 was next. More bands like Mushroom Head, Rammstein, Disturbed, The Misfits, Cradle of Filth, Cannibal Corpse, Coal Chamber, Rob Zombie, and Slipknot followed. Apparently, Daddy’s Little Mafia Princess had some anger issues to work out.
A few photos were scattered around, along with a few photo books, her cigarettes, lighter, passport, a voodoo doll full of pins, a bottle of pills, and a small, tied brown leather book. Joker picked it up and undid the tie. When he opened it, a small, wrapped plastic baggy fell out onto his pants. He picked it up and laughed when he noticed it was weed. But his eyes drifted when he noticed something snapped on the books’ first page.
If found, please return to Arkham Asylum.
Dominique felt sick. After making that video, one of the hired hands dragged her down to the basement and threw her in a makeshift cell. It reminded Dom of a small dog kennel and she had stay lying on her stomach. He didn’t get away unscathed: she clawed the crap out of his arms and drew blood. It was now drying on her nails.
A small sweat bead ran down Dom’s face. She wiped it off, only to see the Joker’s paint streaked across her hand. Her sickness turned to anger. Then her brain froze. What if Dad doesn’t pay? She did not come back to her own personal Hell just to be killed off by some spazzed out clown who would Tammy Faye Baker a run for her money in the makeup department.
Without it, he’s pretty good looking though.
“Oh shut up,” Dominique mumbled.
Hello, I’m inside your head. I know all and see all. And darlin’, you wanted him to give you ride.
“Don’t you have anywhere else better to be?”
Nope. I’m kinda stuck in here.
“An ice pick would fix that.” Dominique was relieved when the voice in her head didn’t answer back. She groaned and touched her head. That usually happened when it started speaking. She needed her pills and weed. Maria-Christine gave her a small bag of the stuff her brother sold as a graduation gift. She, Marie-Christine, and a few others smoked some of Marie-Christine’s stash before graduation, and none of them could stop giggling during the ceremony. Everyone wrote it off as them being excited. At the dinner, they knocked out almost everything, and said they were too nervous to eat before graduation.
Heavy footsteps pulled Dom back into reality. Scuffed-up dress shoes appeared in front of her cell’s door. Purple pants were bending down and soon, the Joker’s twisted face was staring at her. “How much is that doggie in the window,” he cackled like a hyena. Dominique kept still and refused to give him anymore satisfaction.
“Ya know,” Joker licked his lips as he stretched his long body across the ground to look at her. His face was still smudged from the kiss earlier. “I was uh, going through your stuff. And I found some pretty interesting…things in there.” He looked off to the side and slid the small brown book to the cell. It was her diary. The ice cold stare he received from her made him chuckle. “Was I supposed to not look in there?”
Without warning, Dom lashed out, her hands reaching through the bars, trying to get a grab on the Joker. He simply slithered backwards and laughed the entire way. He flipped open the book and read out loud: “If found,” he said, licking his lips before continuing. “Please return to Arkham Asylum.” Joker’s eyes looked up, and bit his bottom lip. “Was someone naughty?”
“Give me that.” Dom’s voice became icy and come out more like a growl then human.
“No.” Joker sat with his legs crossed. Licking a finger, he turned the page. “January 1, 2008. I’m officially seventeen. As usual, the lovely people of Arkham send me another fucking diary to write in. It’s like clockwork. Their keeping tabs on me, even though there’s an ocean between us. Why don’t they just burn ‘bat-shit crazy’ onto my forehead and call it a day? I keep telling them I’m not. All they say is write in a fucking book. Wish Sammy would hurry back with the stuff. The little voice in my head will not shut up.” Joker turned a few more pages, and then cleared his throat. Dom banged against the door and slammed her hands against it.
“March 3, 2008. I got an e-mail from Frodo today. He wants me to come home after graduation. He misses me….all that crap. Then he starts on he’s the reason I’m not in a padded cell, trying to eat my own toes, and he didn’t have to pay for all my schooling. I tell ya, there’s nothing like fatherly love. Arkham sent me something, too. My shrink said their upping my meds because I still have ‘homicidal tendencies’ toward a few girls here. It’s because I pulled a knife out because Carmen was in my face. Apparently, these fuckers don’t remember growing up, or are all men. ”
“Now this one,” Joker looked dead at her. “It just really got my attention. May 31, 2008. Graduation is tomorrow. Its 48 hours until I return to Gotham, and I am not excited about it. Everything I hate is there: Frodo, his stupid slut-I mean wife, Arkham, and my moronic doctors. My biggest fear is the minute I walk out of the plan, two big guys are gonna grabbed me and I’ll have my own padded room and straightjacket. My only saving grace is that Frodo didn’t want people to know his daughter is a fucking nutcase who hears voices and can snap at anytime. I’m a living fuse! Now, according the newspaper, some weirdo dressed up in a bloody bat-suit is taking out criminals. If it makes my sperm donor sweat, then I guess its okay. Will write when I reach the seventh layer of hell.” Joker snapped the book shut and had a smug smile on his face. “Funny that we have so much in common.”
“Go take a flying fuck off of Gotham Towers,” Dominique snarled. “I’m nothing like you.”
“Oh, you are sugar.” He started crawling slowly to the cage door. If Dom wasn’t afraid, she would be instantly turned on. “You are.” In a flash, he reached through the bars and pulled her face to them Dom could feel the bars biting into her face. With his free hand, he pointed to himself. “See, I know I’m crazy.” He said almost proudly as he licked his lips. “I’ve accepted it. But you,” he pointed at her. “Haven’t.” he tapped her playfully on the nose. He waited for tears and for her to crack. Instead, Dom bit the finger that was sticking out. Joker swore and let go of her. She managed to rip the leather and draw blood. He gave out an evil laugh, but backed away.
“Got some fight in ya,” he cackled. “I like that. Let’s see how you are in a day or so.” With that, he got up and walked away. Dominique waited to hear a door slam before crying sliently.
Hey, this is the first fic that’s gotten past the 1st chapter. Someone get me a cookie, dammit! R&R please
OH YEAH!! Drug references and using (in flashbacks) are in here. Just mentioned, that’s all.
3
Joker sat in an overstuff maroon chair as his goons went through their new “guest’s” bags. He had to hide his smile when he noticed it was blood red. He didn’t notice it at the airport, and was mad at himself since it was his favorite color. The suitcases were mostly full of clothes, underwear, and shoes. From what fell out of the bags, Joker could tell her favorite color was black, had a thing for Doc Martian shoes, and was somewhat obsession with the New England Patriots football team. The guys were grumbling about feeling like perverts and how they had other things worth their time. They didn’t complain to loud, though. One guy did that last week, and he seemed too had fallen of the face of the Earth.
He kept the one that had her cigarettes next to his chair. He noticed it was lumpy and black leather, with weird languages written in white out on it. The only thing he could make out was a small anarchy symbol that was drawn on the straps. Curiosity got the best of him and he unzipped it. First thing laying on top was her diploma, which Joker threw over his shoulder without a second though. He turned it upside down and shook everything out. The breaking of glass got his attention. Lying on the ground were broken pieces of green glass covered with something wet. Joker took a quick sniff and recognized it: Absinthe. A card lay next to saying, To Mafia Queen Bee, to make living in Gotham a little less stressful. If you’re ever in Germany, hit me up.-M. Joker had to make a face. She could drink this stuff?
Next to the mess was an iPod in a purple protection cover. Joker picked up it, wiped the wet substance off on his pants, and put one of the ear buds on. He pushed play and was suddenly attacked by a loud, thrashing sound. He yelled and pulled the bud out of his ear. His henchmen looked up, but didn’t say anything. Joker rubbed his ear and looked at the screen. It said Beast and the Harlot, Avenged Sevenfold, City of Evil. Joker, giving the machine a dirty look, skipped to the next song. Megadeath’s Hanger 18 was next. More bands like Mushroom Head, Rammstein, Disturbed, The Misfits, Cradle of Filth, Cannibal Corpse, Coal Chamber, Rob Zombie, and Slipknot followed. Apparently, Daddy’s Little Mafia Princess had some anger issues to work out.
A few photos were scattered around, along with a few photo books, her cigarettes, lighter, passport, a voodoo doll full of pins, a bottle of pills, and a small, tied brown leather book. Joker picked it up and undid the tie. When he opened it, a small, wrapped plastic baggy fell out onto his pants. He picked it up and laughed when he noticed it was weed. But his eyes drifted when he noticed something snapped on the books’ first page.
If found, please return to Arkham Asylum.
Dominique felt sick. After making that video, one of the hired hands dragged her down to the basement and threw her in a makeshift cell. It reminded Dom of a small dog kennel and she had stay lying on her stomach. He didn’t get away unscathed: she clawed the crap out of his arms and drew blood. It was now drying on her nails.
A small sweat bead ran down Dom’s face. She wiped it off, only to see the Joker’s paint streaked across her hand. Her sickness turned to anger. Then her brain froze. What if Dad doesn’t pay? She did not come back to her own personal Hell just to be killed off by some spazzed out clown who would Tammy Faye Baker a run for her money in the makeup department.
Without it, he’s pretty good looking though.
“Oh shut up,” Dominique mumbled.
Hello, I’m inside your head. I know all and see all. And darlin’, you wanted him to give you ride.
“Don’t you have anywhere else better to be?”
Nope. I’m kinda stuck in here.
“An ice pick would fix that.” Dominique was relieved when the voice in her head didn’t answer back. She groaned and touched her head. That usually happened when it started speaking. She needed her pills and weed. Maria-Christine gave her a small bag of the stuff her brother sold as a graduation gift. She, Marie-Christine, and a few others smoked some of Marie-Christine’s stash before graduation, and none of them could stop giggling during the ceremony. Everyone wrote it off as them being excited. At the dinner, they knocked out almost everything, and said they were too nervous to eat before graduation.
Heavy footsteps pulled Dom back into reality. Scuffed-up dress shoes appeared in front of her cell’s door. Purple pants were bending down and soon, the Joker’s twisted face was staring at her. “How much is that doggie in the window,” he cackled like a hyena. Dominique kept still and refused to give him anymore satisfaction.
“Ya know,” Joker licked his lips as he stretched his long body across the ground to look at her. His face was still smudged from the kiss earlier. “I was uh, going through your stuff. And I found some pretty interesting…things in there.” He looked off to the side and slid the small brown book to the cell. It was her diary. The ice cold stare he received from her made him chuckle. “Was I supposed to not look in there?”
Without warning, Dom lashed out, her hands reaching through the bars, trying to get a grab on the Joker. He simply slithered backwards and laughed the entire way. He flipped open the book and read out loud: “If found,” he said, licking his lips before continuing. “Please return to Arkham Asylum.” Joker’s eyes looked up, and bit his bottom lip. “Was someone naughty?”
“Give me that.” Dom’s voice became icy and come out more like a growl then human.
“No.” Joker sat with his legs crossed. Licking a finger, he turned the page. “January 1, 2008. I’m officially seventeen. As usual, the lovely people of Arkham send me another fucking diary to write in. It’s like clockwork. Their keeping tabs on me, even though there’s an ocean between us. Why don’t they just burn ‘bat-shit crazy’ onto my forehead and call it a day? I keep telling them I’m not. All they say is write in a fucking book. Wish Sammy would hurry back with the stuff. The little voice in my head will not shut up.” Joker turned a few more pages, and then cleared his throat. Dom banged against the door and slammed her hands against it.
“March 3, 2008. I got an e-mail from Frodo today. He wants me to come home after graduation. He misses me….all that crap. Then he starts on he’s the reason I’m not in a padded cell, trying to eat my own toes, and he didn’t have to pay for all my schooling. I tell ya, there’s nothing like fatherly love. Arkham sent me something, too. My shrink said their upping my meds because I still have ‘homicidal tendencies’ toward a few girls here. It’s because I pulled a knife out because Carmen was in my face. Apparently, these fuckers don’t remember growing up, or are all men. ”
“Now this one,” Joker looked dead at her. “It just really got my attention. May 31, 2008. Graduation is tomorrow. Its 48 hours until I return to Gotham, and I am not excited about it. Everything I hate is there: Frodo, his stupid slut-I mean wife, Arkham, and my moronic doctors. My biggest fear is the minute I walk out of the plan, two big guys are gonna grabbed me and I’ll have my own padded room and straightjacket. My only saving grace is that Frodo didn’t want people to know his daughter is a fucking nutcase who hears voices and can snap at anytime. I’m a living fuse! Now, according the newspaper, some weirdo dressed up in a bloody bat-suit is taking out criminals. If it makes my sperm donor sweat, then I guess its okay. Will write when I reach the seventh layer of hell.” Joker snapped the book shut and had a smug smile on his face. “Funny that we have so much in common.”
“Go take a flying fuck off of Gotham Towers,” Dominique snarled. “I’m nothing like you.”
“Oh, you are sugar.” He started crawling slowly to the cage door. If Dom wasn’t afraid, she would be instantly turned on. “You are.” In a flash, he reached through the bars and pulled her face to them Dom could feel the bars biting into her face. With his free hand, he pointed to himself. “See, I know I’m crazy.” He said almost proudly as he licked his lips. “I’ve accepted it. But you,” he pointed at her. “Haven’t.” he tapped her playfully on the nose. He waited for tears and for her to crack. Instead, Dom bit the finger that was sticking out. Joker swore and let go of her. She managed to rip the leather and draw blood. He gave out an evil laugh, but backed away.
“Got some fight in ya,” he cackled. “I like that. Let’s see how you are in a day or so.” With that, he got up and walked away. Dominique waited to hear a door slam before crying sliently.
Hey, this is the first fic that’s gotten past the 1st chapter. Someone get me a cookie, dammit! R&R please