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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Batman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
6,924
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Batman, or any of the characters from the comics or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
-Disclaimer: I do not own, Batman-Joker or any other character belonging to DC. This is a fan based non-profit story, made simply for kicks and giggles.
-This is my first fan fiction story, if you don’t like it don’t read it. If you do like and wish to comment or give constructive criticism I will be more than happy to read, and reply to as many as possible. This Joker is based more on Heath Ledger’s Joker, not so much the
70’s and 80’s Joker. Acid isn’t good for you, kids.
His eyes, his hands...his scars, everything about her rapist, the Joker, was etched into her memory. Yet, even though she cringed at the thought of him, she couldn’t bring herself to hate him. After all, he gave her the most precious gift anyone could ever give her, -a little boy.
Her pregnancy was a huge controversy in her family. When the police had discovered her beaten naked body unconscious in an alley four months after she had gone missing, it was considered to be nothing short of a miracle. For the three days she remained unconscious in the hospital, people could only assume what happened to her, but when the rape kit came back positive it only confirmed their beliefs. When her eyes opened expecting to see poorly lit rooms and menacing stares, only to be greeted by a bright lit room and family members and friends, she couldn’t help but break into sobs. Of course, they had doctors of all kinds evaluating her, some for her physical needs, and others for more...mental studies. She knew what they thought, how they thought she was going crazy; how they thought the Joker had won, but she was strong. It took more to break her, and she was proud of her survival, and oh, how she wanted to flaunt it. To show not only all those who believed she died, but the Joker, that she would not be defeated. She remained in the hospital for a month, before her parents and doctors set down with her to tell her the news. She was 3 months pregnant, and the child was undoubtably his.
Her councilors, doctors, and parents all tried to reason with her all the humane forms of abortion, all the different ways to terminate the child without doing her any harm, but how could she? From the second she heard his tiny heart beat, from the second she saw his small growing body, he was hers. He was as much her, as he was the Joker, and his father’s sins were not his own. He was young and innocent, and she was willing to fight for him. It was a long and stressful pregnancy, but on April 1, 2009, Colt Gavin Smith was born, and the world couldn’t have seemed like a better place. That was until 3 days later, when the news of a criminal escaping Arkham Asylum was broadcasted on national television. The Joker... was free.
10 Months and 14 days before...
“Bye!”
“Hey! I’m just sayin-”
“Bye, Lacy!” Lacy, a tall lanky blonde, gave a half-hearted shrug, then waved her friend goodbye. Arien turned and walked the two blocks to her apartment. She was lucky and she knew it, she had only worked for her agency a few months but due to the education she had fought for, and her hard work, the agency had decided to pay for her apartment and expenses. It wasn’t the greatest apartment in the world, the worn down gray brick, the rickety old windows covered in some unknown substance, but it was home. She walked through the main door, waving at the man behind the desk before climbing into the old elevator. It was one of those old fashioned beauties, the one with too many cage doors to slide shut, but it seemed like an old friend now. Strange, she thought, she had walked through that door and waved at the man who owned the building every day for the past two months. He was always there, but that person, that shady character she just waved at, she had never seen before. She shrugged it off before pressing the shiny number 4 button, and grabbing the railing as the elevator gave a sudden jolt and began its journey up. She turned and stared at herself in the mirror as she waited, her dusty reflection staring back. She had short cut red hair, that she went through excruciating pains to flatten every morning, complimented by skin she could never get to tan with the exception of a few freckles spattered across her nose and shoulders. Her eyes were an eerie gray that never seemed to be the same color, that framed a button nose and a full set of pale lips. She had never thought of herself, as beautiful, not like her friend Lacy, who was tale and thin with a firm round bust and a taunt thighs. Instead, she was skinny, but not tall by any means, and any figure she had was hidden, no matter what close she wore. No, she didn’t find herself beautiful or pretty, although she had been given the title “cute” on several occasions, but she did think herself to be...interesting.
The elevator jerked to a halt as the black arrow highlighted the letter four, and she slide open the doors. Arien fiddled with her keys as she walked down the corridor, looking up as she approached her apartment door. It was then she noticed the thick smoke pouring out from a room down the hall. Her feet moved on impulse running towards her neighbor’s room, her hand extending towards the door, grasping the rustic knob firmly and giving it a hard twist. The door wasn’t even half way open, before a force from the other side shoved against it, and knocking her in the head, and sending her reeling towards the floor. Her head bounced off the floor with an echoing thud, and she could feel her eyes and body given to blackness. As she lay on the floor her body unresponsive, and her mind giving way, she could hear the sounds of heavy footsteps, a haunting chuckle, and then two small words in voice she would never forget.
“Grab her.”
-This is my first fan fiction story, if you don’t like it don’t read it. If you do like and wish to comment or give constructive criticism I will be more than happy to read, and reply to as many as possible. This Joker is based more on Heath Ledger’s Joker, not so much the
70’s and 80’s Joker. Acid isn’t good for you, kids.
His eyes, his hands...his scars, everything about her rapist, the Joker, was etched into her memory. Yet, even though she cringed at the thought of him, she couldn’t bring herself to hate him. After all, he gave her the most precious gift anyone could ever give her, -a little boy.
Her pregnancy was a huge controversy in her family. When the police had discovered her beaten naked body unconscious in an alley four months after she had gone missing, it was considered to be nothing short of a miracle. For the three days she remained unconscious in the hospital, people could only assume what happened to her, but when the rape kit came back positive it only confirmed their beliefs. When her eyes opened expecting to see poorly lit rooms and menacing stares, only to be greeted by a bright lit room and family members and friends, she couldn’t help but break into sobs. Of course, they had doctors of all kinds evaluating her, some for her physical needs, and others for more...mental studies. She knew what they thought, how they thought she was going crazy; how they thought the Joker had won, but she was strong. It took more to break her, and she was proud of her survival, and oh, how she wanted to flaunt it. To show not only all those who believed she died, but the Joker, that she would not be defeated. She remained in the hospital for a month, before her parents and doctors set down with her to tell her the news. She was 3 months pregnant, and the child was undoubtably his.
Her councilors, doctors, and parents all tried to reason with her all the humane forms of abortion, all the different ways to terminate the child without doing her any harm, but how could she? From the second she heard his tiny heart beat, from the second she saw his small growing body, he was hers. He was as much her, as he was the Joker, and his father’s sins were not his own. He was young and innocent, and she was willing to fight for him. It was a long and stressful pregnancy, but on April 1, 2009, Colt Gavin Smith was born, and the world couldn’t have seemed like a better place. That was until 3 days later, when the news of a criminal escaping Arkham Asylum was broadcasted on national television. The Joker... was free.
10 Months and 14 days before...
“Bye!”
“Hey! I’m just sayin-”
“Bye, Lacy!” Lacy, a tall lanky blonde, gave a half-hearted shrug, then waved her friend goodbye. Arien turned and walked the two blocks to her apartment. She was lucky and she knew it, she had only worked for her agency a few months but due to the education she had fought for, and her hard work, the agency had decided to pay for her apartment and expenses. It wasn’t the greatest apartment in the world, the worn down gray brick, the rickety old windows covered in some unknown substance, but it was home. She walked through the main door, waving at the man behind the desk before climbing into the old elevator. It was one of those old fashioned beauties, the one with too many cage doors to slide shut, but it seemed like an old friend now. Strange, she thought, she had walked through that door and waved at the man who owned the building every day for the past two months. He was always there, but that person, that shady character she just waved at, she had never seen before. She shrugged it off before pressing the shiny number 4 button, and grabbing the railing as the elevator gave a sudden jolt and began its journey up. She turned and stared at herself in the mirror as she waited, her dusty reflection staring back. She had short cut red hair, that she went through excruciating pains to flatten every morning, complimented by skin she could never get to tan with the exception of a few freckles spattered across her nose and shoulders. Her eyes were an eerie gray that never seemed to be the same color, that framed a button nose and a full set of pale lips. She had never thought of herself, as beautiful, not like her friend Lacy, who was tale and thin with a firm round bust and a taunt thighs. Instead, she was skinny, but not tall by any means, and any figure she had was hidden, no matter what close she wore. No, she didn’t find herself beautiful or pretty, although she had been given the title “cute” on several occasions, but she did think herself to be...interesting.
The elevator jerked to a halt as the black arrow highlighted the letter four, and she slide open the doors. Arien fiddled with her keys as she walked down the corridor, looking up as she approached her apartment door. It was then she noticed the thick smoke pouring out from a room down the hall. Her feet moved on impulse running towards her neighbor’s room, her hand extending towards the door, grasping the rustic knob firmly and giving it a hard twist. The door wasn’t even half way open, before a force from the other side shoved against it, and knocking her in the head, and sending her reeling towards the floor. Her head bounced off the floor with an echoing thud, and she could feel her eyes and body given to blackness. As she lay on the floor her body unresponsive, and her mind giving way, she could hear the sounds of heavy footsteps, a haunting chuckle, and then two small words in voice she would never forget.
“Grab her.”