What Happens In Gotham

What Happens In Gotham



By: TheDisasterousChibi



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This picture had inspired her entire piece, a rather, even she must admit, spiteful account of what the woman and the Joker’s relationship was like. As well as peculation on the child, “Could this be the Joker‘s love child?” she had written. It had been accusatory and hateful in some passages but Anita Seeker was quite pleased with herself. No one messed with Ace reporter Anita Seeker and had a reputation afterward.



The normal buzzing of the newsroom was hushed into a stiff stillness, it consumed the room and all that could be heard was the powerful strides of shoes connecting with the faux marble floor. Anita rotated in her chair to see what had stopped the usual commotion. There, rapidly closing the distance between them, was a tall tan woman who looked livid and out for murder. Anita would know that look anywhere. It was the one she had reserved last night. This was Katarina Napier.



“I suppose you think your quite clever don’t you Seeker?”





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Chapter Ten: A Day Of Reminiscing



“Katarina what happened to that woman?”



Lieutenant Jim Gordon of the Gotham Police Department was almost afraid to hear the answer. It wasn’t as if she had committed murder, Napier was a good cop, but apparently she didn’t have too. The Joker and his cronies had shown up at the offices of the Daily Prophet.



Jim Gordon officially felt pity for the Seeker woman.



“I’m not sure exactly. One minute I have her in her seat squirming and about ready to piss herself and the next…”





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The Joker was slightly content about the days turn of events. He had scoped out the city , once again, making sure that all the pieces for the Mayor’s assassination where in place. He had had one of his lackeys go out to dry clean his beloved purple suit. And he had mentally scarred the reporter woman and had tussle with the woman from the night before. She had turned out to be a cop; Bummer!



The one thing that did not please him about, but turned out to be just what he needed, the day was Jack. Whiny, pathetic, Jack who had been laying dormant for the past eight years, deep in the chaotic storm of his mind, relinquishing complete control to him was now acting up.



He hated and loved Jack.



Jack who had been broken by the drugs and the abuse he was put under by Dr. Crane. Jack who couldn’t remember a single thing about his past except his first name and Gotham city. Jack who had sewed his mouth shut, with a needle stolen form one of Crane’s false rehabilitation scenarios, in order to keep the secrets Crane wanted from slipping out.



Crane hadn’t liked that, no he had not. Joker could still remember the cool feel of the silver blade that the blue-eyed man had used to slit through the sensitive skin of his lips, tearing through the tender flesh of his cheeks. Giving him a permanent bloody smile and that had been the moment of his birth.



The Joker had much to thank the good doctor for, the drug that he had pumped daily into his, then, hosts body. Making the once very rational man slowly slip into the dark profundity of dementia. Crane had put the cracks on the walls that had kept him inside. Locked away from the conscious world, a restless animal in a cage.



The Joker and Jack had spent many months together in the stillness of his cold iron cell. One trying to remember through the cloud of drugs and agony the reason he could not give up living and what it was that kept him going. The other wanted revenge, he wanted to show the world that everything could burn.



Jack was the quiet meek man who could not remember his reason for existing. Joker was the psyche inside of him who wanted to give him another reason to live and a way to be divulged of all pain, misery, guilt; chaos.



Glorious chaos that would overtake and consume all of his mortal inhibitions. Take away his pain, his past, all that tied him to this mortal plain. Chaos that would make him an unstoppable force an immortal in his own rights. He would become an Agent of Chaos a loyal servant who would rep its benefits and joys.



It had taken a year of mental and physical abuse to break down all the things that made Jack human, chaos began to consume his mind. It drove that little piece that remained of Jack’s human weakness to the abyss and unleashed the Joker on to world.



The night of his escape, eight years ago, had been a glorious night. He had left Gotham in order to regroup himself and let chaos rein supreme.



It was not often that the Joker remembered his counter part but that small part that would be called his conscious, Jack, had suddenly reared his head when the dark haired woman had called his name. The Joker felt Jack pulsing in the back of his mind looking for a way to regain control to remember but it was too late. He had relinquished all control to the Joker and there wasn’t even a slim hope that he would give that up.



Sitting back on his chair, arms locked behind his head, eyes closed the Joker began to contemplate the woman who was bringing his past back to him. He had to get rid of her, he didn’t like the way she was clouding his vision of chaos with her pretty face. His mind was a temple to the mother of anarchy, not a place to fawn over a woman.



It also seemed that when ever he thought of the woman the picture of the boy, her son, would accompany her. Their was something about the boy, something important about them both that he couldn’t place. If there was one thing that the Joker did not like it was being confused. Confusion left room for doubt and he could not doubt chaos lest she leave him.



He couldn’t go back to that world of pain and misery not when he had been exalted above all of that. He couldn’t and he wouldn’t. Tonight he would put out a nice video of the Seeker woman, demanding that this police woman,



‘What was her name?’



His eyes opened and he scrutinized his desk for the morning paper. He found the paper laying innocently on the far right corner of his desk. Right next to the blue prints of Gotham General. He picked it up and scanned the page.



‘There Katarina Napier’



He would demand that she and the Batman turn themselves in to him. He would need something to bargain with. Something they both couldn’t ignore…



The boy he need the police woman’s son.





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“I had gone down there to put the fear of God into that woman…” Katarina began her tale.



Righteous fury like no other she had experienced consumed Katarina’s mind. It wasn’t even as if she was angry for her self. She feared what would happen to J.C after this, society could be a cruel and desolate place. J.C would be an outcast in Gotham, Katarina wasn’t even sure that this newspaper stayed in Gotham. It could get to Metropolis and then his life would be completely ruined.



Her foot steps echoed as she crossed the marble floors of the news room. Everyone had gone silent upon her arrival. The dark aura radiating off of her may have helped with her unhindered entry to the Daily Prophet.



The platinum blond from the night before was sitting down at her desk, gazing into her handy work with a satisfied grin on her face. She spun around in her chair and saw her approaching. Her eyes widened and her face became paler as she took in the sight of her.



‘Good she should be afraid’



“I suppose you think your quite clever don’t you Seeker?”



Katarina stopped inches away from the speechless woman. Her hands rested on either arm of the woman’s chair trapping her. Katarina’s face was set in a grim line, her jaw had a slight twitch to it as if she was keeping herself from getting physical.



“Did you know that I could have you arrested right now? I could make sure that not even Burger Heaven would hire you” Katarina’s voice was low and dark reflecting her mood.



“I’ve said this before but I cant help but think your horrible at your job. Did you know that I’m a Lieutenant in the Gotham Police Department?”



Anita’s round face continued to lose color and small beads of sweat rolled down her face. No she hadn’t know that the Napier woman was a police officer. This woman was going to ruin her life and smile while she did it.



“Another thing that may have escaped you attention is a nifty little law regarding the freedom of the press. I could bring you to court for slander against a minor.”



Katarina inched her face closer to the woman.



“I don’t suppose you stopped and though about my son when you wrote that piece of shit did you? No, I didn’t think so.”



Katarina grabbed a hand full of the woman’s bleached locks and hauled her to her feet. She slammed her face onto her desk and took out some handcuffs from her coat pocket. She clipped them on with more force then necessary, it was sure to bruise the woman’s wrists.



“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you can not afford one, one will be provided for you.”



Katarina span the woman around to face her again as she recited her rights to her. Anita Seeker had tears running down her cheeks, fat gobbles of salty water, her face was flushed read from crying. She looked pitiful. Katarina couldn’t help but feel satisfied with this woman’s terror and pain.



“I would like everyone to lay down flat on there stomachs…Now!”



At the Jokers shout people scrambled to do his bidding. They had all been silent as the woman, who turned out to be a police officer, arrested Anita Seeker, their star reporter, for slander.



Katarina spun around and watched as the people protruded themselves at the Joker’s feet, his lackeys went around and tied their hands and feet together. Putting grenades on their outstretched hands.



She watched as the Joker strutted in what he must have thought was a seductive walk toward her shoot gun in one hand and she caught a glint of silver in the other.



“We meet again dawl-face. Looks like we had similar plans.”



The Joker came to stand a foot away from the two women. He surveyed the situation. The brown skinned beauty from last night was holding the reporter’s arm in a crushing grip, nails biting into the shirt. The bleach blond was whimpering like a scared dog in her grip, looking like she was going to piss herself when she saw him.



Using the double barrel shot gun to point at the pudgy woman’s face the Joker said, “You must be Anita Seeker. I have uh a bone to pick with you.”



All morning, since he had seen the paper, the Joker had been hounded by Jack’s annoying voice, it was faint like the newly mosquito bitten skin was itchy but it was terribly annoying and persistent. Jack annoyed the Joker to the point where he was considering giving himself concussion just to shut him up. But if he did tomorrow’s plans would be shoot to hell.



So he settled for the next best thing. Killing the woman who had written the piece which had sent Jack on his rampage about how an innocent woman’s reputation was ruined by them. Jack was such a fucking bleeding heart, the Joker couldn’t help but think. But for once they agreed, they both wanted the same person to suffer.



Apparently so did the woman from last night.



“Please, please Mrs. Napier. Arrest me, take me to jail but don’t let him get me!” the near hysterical Anita Seeker pleaded and begged with Katarina. She knew her chances of survival were bigger with the officer, even if not by much.



“Arrest you? Oh don’t tell me that beautiful over here is a copper” the Joker was surprise, though he didn’t show it. Figures that she’s a cop, to bad she was really easy on the eyes.



“Boss all the people are tied up. Do you want us to deal with her?” Carl was looking at Katarina like a man dying of thirst who had just seen an oasis.



The Joker may have been many things but apparently rapist wasn’t one of them. He didn’t even allow his men to have fun with the victims. Carl was hopping this one would be different.



“No but you can have the blond if you wish. This little beauty is mine.” the Joker informed him.



All of the masked lackeys began to fan out in behind of Carl and the Joker. Each had not been laid in quite sometime. Being the Joker’s lackeys meant keeping a higher class then the other criminals. That included whores and victims, they where not to be touched.



Katarina seriously contemplated letting the Joker’s men have the harpy, but her cop instincts and human heart kicked in to action. She let Anita slump down on to the floor, she crawled under her desk, rocking herself from side to side.



Katarina took out her gun from its holster in the back hem of her pants, shifted her stance to keep balanced and aimed the gun at the masked man who had wanted to have her.



“You take on step forward and I shoot!”



The men laughed as they stood in front of her, each one looking at her body with lewd grins on their faces. The Joker was simply smiling his crazy smile as he looked into her eyes.



“Come on darlin’ don’t be that way. Don’t you want that woman to suffer?” the Joker asked.



“By my hands not theirs.” she replied.



“But I also want in on the action.”



“Not a chance clown boy.”



“Well then Miss Cop. We have ourselves a problem. I want her and so do you. What to do?”



“Its MRS. Cop. And what you do is leave before Gordon arrives.”



“MRS. Huh? Well it sure didn’t seem like that after that kiss.” the Joker walked closer to Katarina.



She used her thumb to turn of the safety of the pistol in her hand.



“You own me for that.”



Katarina did not take her eyes away from the purple garbed man before her. The predatory glint in his eyes was enough to make her very wary of him and what he wanted to do to her. She needed away to alert Gordon or the police or someone that she was in danger. She didn’t have much at her disposal.



“I can see the fire’s of vengeance in your eyes. I believe your in the wrong profession Mrs. Cop.” the Joker told her.



Fire…?



That’s it. Katarina took a change look at the ceiling and sure enough there was her salvation. Sprinklers. When those baby’s went of the fire department would be here with the cops and ambulance as well. The water would also prove as a distraction so she could hold of the thugs and the Joker for the couple of minutes it would take for help to arrive.



‘Need to distract them and get the shotgun out of his hand . But how?’ Desperate times call for desperate measures she supposed.



Katarina moved as fast as she could. She closed the distance between herself and the Joker. She wound the arm whose hand carried the gun around his neck for better aim at the sprinkler and used that same arm to bring him down to the level of her mouth.



This time she was the one in control of the kiss. His scared lips sent tingles down her spine the texture and enjoyable one. She used her lips to open his mouth, her eyes looking into his, and snaked her tongue inside his mouth just as he had done the night before.



She could hear the thugs wolf whistle behind them as they watched their leader lip lock with the cop.



The Joker’s warm breath caressed the skin on her lips and she refused to let him go. She brought her body closer to his, she needed him to close those hazel eyes for this to work. So she ended their kiss and latched her mouth onto his neck, ground her hips on to his own and pressed her breast to his chest. Jack could never resist this.



The Joker gave a slight moan and closed his eyes and cupped her bottom with his hands, just like Jack did, losing his gun in the process.



Katarina took aim and fired. Years at the target practice hall with her male friends and many carnival dates had made her quite a good marks woman. She hit the sprinkler with two back to back shoots.



The cool water that fell from above startled the Joker, for a moment Katarina saw Jack in those hazel eye until a very angry Joker replaced him.



‘Shit!’



The Joker backhanded Katarina causing her to hit the floor with a thud. Her face hurt, but it could have been worst. Their wasn’t as much force behind the blow as there could have been because she had backed away as his hand connected with her face.



“MOVE OUT!” the infuriated man yelled to his men.



The Joker grabbed Katarina from the floor by her neck, crushing her wind pipes and constricting the passage of air. He brought her level to his eyes, the tips of her shoes rising above her ground, kicking an reflex.



“That wasn’t nice!” he hissed at her.



The water was washing away his make up, the white paint was almost fully gone reveling the olive skin beneath it. The scars did not look as prominent without the crimson covering. The dark lining of his eyes bleed sluggish trails down his face. Yet despite this Katarina could help but think he resembled a fallen angel. This man was Lucifer himself, beautiful and deadly, heartless and breathtaking. Their eyes looked for what seemed an eternity, her eyes pleading with his to recognize her, to hold her in his embrace.



She was wiling to pretend even if it was for a moment that this monster was actually her Jack. She craved her husband touch, the warmth of his body in bed as they made love or slept and if this is what he had become this is what she was willing to embrace. She could spend an eternity in hell if she had his kiss and warmth. But she knew she could not, she had her soon to think bout.



The sound of the fire engine snapped the Joker from his thoughts and he dropped Katarina onto the flooded ground with a look of disgust on his face. He turned around without soaring her a glance and walk away.





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“After that the Fire truck showed up and here I am telling you this.” Katarina finished off her tale with a wide hand motion as if to show Gordon his office.



“And the reporter , what happened to her?” Gordon asked.



“By now she’s probably unemployed and at home.” Katarina responded with slight remorse. The woman was a complete hysteric mess. The chance of being raped had left her a crying muttering mess.



Katarina couldn’t bring her self to feel guilty over this, she had brought it upon her self.



“Why was the Joker there in the first place?”



“I asked myself that same question Jim and I could figure out his motive.”



“Katarina, why don’t you go home for a lunch, get changed and take a nap. Come back tonight so that we can go over the plans for the Commissioner’s tribute okay?”



“Yeah that sounds good Gordon.”





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Across town in a quaint building mad of bricks J.C was having some trouble of his own…