Yeah, sorry if this got anyybody confused with that other terrible Wanted movie with Angelina Jolie, but it's a Dark Knight sequel. Just clearing that up.
Anywho, this was something I've been wanting to do after seeing The Dark Knight for a while, so I thought I'd give it a shot here. Well, here goes nothing...
Introduction: Chaos: Stage One
The Joker sat still, looking at his hands, which were held together by handcuffs, then glanced back up to look at the five cops. He was in custody, sitting in the back of a small police truck, soon to be brought to the penitentiary. It was a small truck, but it could fit in as many as five guards to stand on duty.
He could see there was one of them trembling just a little. The Joker offered him a twisted smile before he spoke.
**
Officer Kevin Conroy found himself trembling. He wasnÆt sure why. As a fairly new police officer (he hadnÆt completed a full year yet) he had had a hand in arresting many of GothamÆs most notorious criminals, including Sal Maroni, armies of batmen imitators, Jonathan Crane (aka Scarecrow) and many of the JokerÆs little thugs. But none of them, not even Scarecrow (without his toxins or his strange mask, at least) had the same pure intimidation factor that the Joker did.
In such a short time, this one man in facepaint and a purple suit had already grown to be such a feared name in Gotham City, and rightfully so. Officer Konroy knew the Joker wasnÆt any ordinary criminal.
Every criminal or mob boss in Gotham never had this appearance or intimidating factor of the Joker. The Joker had the appearance and mannerisms of a clown, (Kevin always hated clowns when he was a young boy) yet he could walk up to some of GothamÆs worst, look them right in the eye, yank their chains, and come out alive. You had to be crazy to do that, you had to be maniacal, you either had to be a cop, Batman, orà well, a psychopath. Officer Conroy blinked. Those three words seemed to fit together pretty well. But he was trailing off on thought, and that wasnÆt something he wanted to do when he was in front of the Joker
But even with this appearance, there was still something frightening about it. His hair was long and unkempt, wild enough to fall down to his neck, but the most disturbing part about this man was his facepaint. It was in a style of a clownÆs, but no clown ever came close to looking as ghastly as the Joker. The paint around his face was white, but there were smudges around his scarred face that looked like they could fall off with the simple brush of a finger. There was purple paint around his menacing eyes and bright red lipstick was around his lips, going across his cheeks in the shape of a smile. It was truly the most frightening clown Conroy had ever seen in his life, and this clown/psychopath was staring at him.
ôOh, come now, Officeràö
"I'm no psychopath. Really, I'm not," he said, trying to sound as convincing as ever.
Officer Conroy bit his lip.
A few other officers immediately drew their guns when the Joker started talking, but the Joker continued to stare at the young cop. It was an unnerving moment for Conroy, that was for sure. There was just something in his voice that didnÆt seem to be quite . . . there.
ôYou seem nervous, Officer. Do Ià scare you?ö
The four other officers grabbed their guns from their vests and pointed them at him.
ôThatÆs enough outta your mouth, youàö
Before facing the other officers, who had their guns in the air, the Joker threw back his head and began to laugh. It was almost frightening how calm he could remain in such a situation.
ôWhat? What are you, you, you, or you going to do with me?ö he asked, turning to face each of the guards who had their guns aimed at him.
It was all a laughing matter to the Joker. Seeing these cops in front of him with a couple of guns didnÆt scare him one bit. He knew Gotham City, and he knew that there were still plenty of corruptible policemen out there. Their little acts of bravery didnÆt fool him at all. He saw through their masks, and knew he could exploit them. After all, he had done exactly that to Harvey Dent, didnÆt he? So much for GothamÆs White Knight.
ôKill me? Please. I know you cops are all the same. If this was a year ago, given the right amount of money ûô (he made sure there was an emphasis on that part), ô-then none of you would arrest somebody like me. Now, all of a sudden, big old Batman comes along and you start to grow a pair of balls. This little charade doesnÆt have me fooled one bit. You all act like youÆve changed, but look at yourselves. You know the truth. On the outside, you all go and help the Commissioner with his duties, making the citizens think oh so highly of you and receiving praise, but on the inside, itÆs all the same. YouÆve never really changed. YouÆre all just a bunch of phonies, pretending to care for something when you have no idea what youÆre fighting for.ö
Looking around at the now doubtful officers, there was a satisfied look on his face, with the results that were given.
The officers paused and looked at each other. The scary thing about the JokerÆs little speech was that they couldnÆt find a single flaw in any of the words he spoke. Before, some of them would show up to scenes and pretend to be doing their jobs, but little tips from Carmine Falcone always pushed them to keep their mouths shut. It was true that there were many of them who were actively following out GordonÆs duties, but how many of those men were really sincere with what they were doing? The answer was probably very few, but the majority going to the newer batch of cops that had been growing. The older groups of cops still wished Falcone had never been captured and in response, a deeper hatred of Batman grew within each and every one of them.
Slowly, the four officers lowered their guns.
ôWere youà offeringà a deal?ö one of them asked.
Another smile came to the JokerÆs face.
ôWell, now weÆre talking businessàö
Officer Conroy might have been a bit na´ve at times, and he might have been a rookie, but he couldnÆt believe what he was seeing, and his anger made him forget his tiny fear. That anger was building each second as he took out a gun from his own pocket and pointed it at the Joker. He would prove to the Joker that he wasnÆt like the rest of them. He would prove he was different and wasnÆt as corruptible as the Joker thought he was.
He was held back by the other policemen, and tried to land in a good swing at one of them, but their grip was just too tight.
ôLet me go!ö he yelled.
One of the officers just shook his head.
ôIÆm afraid we canÆt do that. You see, The Joker here is offering us a rather hefty sum, and you canÆt screw any of this up.ö
Officer Conroy grit his teeth together, staring at the one who was in front of him.
ôYouÆre no cop,ö he spat with venom.
He was answered by a slap to the face, and a heavy punch to the stomach.
ôHehehe, hahaha, hoo hooà thatÆs good stuff. You over there, could you bring our Batman Jr. over here to me for a second?ö
The officer looked at Conroy, then at the Joker.
ôWhatÆs in it for me û all of us?ö
The Joker shook his head.
ôUh-uh, first, you do my orders, then the prizes come later.ö
The officer obeyed The JokerÆs rules, just like a puppet on a string.
The Joker turned back to Conroy.
ôJuniorà Batsyà it looks like youÆre a harder apple to pick than the rest of them are, eh?ö
Conroy didnÆt respond.
ôOh well, itÆs fine if you want to be like that.ö
ôYouÆre a disgusting, conniving, son of a-ö
Annoyed by the way he was talking, the Joker interrupted him.
ôDo you want to know how I got these scars on my faceà?ö
**
Comissioner Gordon looked at the ôbat signalö he had just destroyed and hid his disappointment from the other officers who were next to him. This was BatmanÆs wish: to keep Harvey Dent as the symbol of GothamÆs eternal hero while he was viewed to them as however they would view him. He took a moment to wipe the sweat off his face, because it did take a lot in him to make it seem as real as it could possibly be.
He frowned a bit, hiding it from the officers who were staring at the now destroyed signal. The ôbat signalö wasnÆt ever really the official name he gave to it, because he did find the name to be a bit corny. But it was something he joked about in their meetings, because thatÆs what it really was.
A bat signal.
He was the only one who ever used it to summon the Dark Knight, and every time the Dark Knight would respond to it.
He remembered the second time (after using it to give information on the Joker) using it, and their little conversation.
ôI saw your signal in the sky and came as soon as I could.ö
ôOh, you mean the bat signal?ö
Batman just gave him a blank look. He obviously didnÆt know how to reply to that, as he was probably lost for words on the stupidity of the name.
ôLetÆs forget I said that.ö
ôYes. LetÆs.ö
ôNow, onto businessàö
**
ôGordon.ö
The sound of his name brought him out of memory lane, and back to facing Detective Ramirez.
ôWhat is it, Ramirez?ö
ôItÆs the Batman. WeÆve sighted him.ö
A long sigh came from Gordon and Ramirez gave him a questioning look.
ôSir?ö
Jim Gordon didnÆt want to do this. He really didnÆt, but he had to. Batman would have wanted it this way. For HarveyÆs sake. The Harvey Dent Gordon respected and could call a good friend. Not the ôTwo-Faceö character who had gone after his family.
The pause seemed to last for a lifetime, because he was really hesitant to do what had to be done. But what had to be done, had to be done.
For DentÆsà no, for BatmanÆs sake, Jim. For BatmanÆs sake.
ôAll units, move out!ö
ôSir!ö Detective Ramirez (along with the rest of the police present) said before obeying orders.
Still hesitant to obey his own commands, the newly appointed Commisioner walked as slowly as possible, muttering to himself a repetition of a few words.
ôI love my job, I love my job, I love my jobàö
He didnÆt do a great job of convincing that to himself.
Riding around on his newly acquired Batpod was a thrill for Batman, but then again, despite what he told Alfred, what wasnÆt a thrill for Batman?
The motorcycle was smaller than his old ride and definitely more agile. While it couldnÆt crush over moving objects as well as the Tumbler did, (which was a shame), it still got the job done, with the built-in missiles.
Batman would miss the Tumbler, but he would figure out a replacement for the vehicle later on. For now, the motorcycle was more than adequate. It was a lot easier to move around on the road, and he didnÆt have to duck his head whenever he wanted to turn on the weapons system. He could simply push two buttons and missiles would shoot from the bottom of the bike.
He heard the sound of flaring sirens and briefly turned around to see an army of cop cars chasing after him. Well, that just meant he had to use some of the tricks he was hiding under his sleeve, didnÆt it? He pressed a button on the center of his belt and in seconds, squeals from bats could be heard.
In GordonÆs car, Detective Ramirez was in the passengerÆs seat. She turned around as soon as she heard the screeching sound and frowned.
ôWhat is that?ö she asked.
Since her head was turned, she missed the large grin that appeared on GordonÆs face.
ôBackup.ö
Ramirez was about to ask what he meant by that, but her eyes widened when she saw for herself what ôbackupö was.
**
The army of bats greatly surpassed the number of police cars that were on the road. There were thousands, maybe even millions of them flying around. Nobody really wanted to count the number. And even if they did want to, it would be impossible.
Batman turned around and saw that the bats were doing their job. The police were distracted and many had very little time to stop before they crashed into the other cars. It was like a demolition derby out there. At least thirty cars had been sent and in seconds, those armies were stopped by the bats.
That was BatmanÆs chance to make his getaway back to his secret bunker by the docks that he put his spare equipment in for the time being. He had known the bats would be a big help to him, but even he didnÆt think it would go to his advantage that quickly. Well, one never did want to underestimate bats. Especially Bruce Wayne.
He silently (or explain how he thanks them) thanked them for helping him to get back to his home safely, without any traces of being followed.
When he got back home, he was greeted by Alfred, who had the large flat screen TV on.
ôI didnÆt fancy IÆd ever be seeing a repeat on the news.ö
Bruce Wayne grinned at his butler.
ôWell Alfred, thatÆs what I like to call some damn good television.ö
ôQuite,ö the butler simply replied.
**
The Joker was laughing wildly. He was free! All because he could simply twist around the minds of a few corrupt cops and actually make them believe that he would give them something in return! How stupid were these cops? His handcuffs were released, his other men got the truck to go ôBoom!ö and he was making his getaway, with the four other crooked officers on his back.
He was walking across a large road where millions of cars were honking at him to move out of the way or shouting various profanities at him. The Joker just shook his head. ôThey should be more nice to The Joker, donÆt you think boys?ö
ôUh, whatever you say.ö
A truck was coming at his way and the Joker saw this as his chance to take a ride. He stepped infront of the truck, causing the driverÆs eyes to widen when he saw this and to slam on the breaks as hard as he could.
ôThis guyÆs gotta be nuts,ö one of the four cops whispered to each other.
The cop who whispered those words couldnÆt whisper another single word, as a bullet was brought to his back, courtesy of the Joker, now equipped with a gun in his hand.
ôAnybody else have any smart comments?ö he asked, staring madly.
The others shook their heads.
The Joker pushed the driver to the side and got into the driverÆs seat.
ôThis is my kinda ride,ö he said to himself.
Looking at the other officers, he slammed the door shut before any of them could get in.
ôHey! What about our deal?ö
ôDeal? I donÆt remember making a deal!ö he shouted from the seat, loud enough so they could hear.
ôYeah you did, back in the truck, when you were offering us-ö
ôOh, that! We never did finalize that deal, did we? Well, the deal was that I escape, and you all get nothing!ö
The three officers stared at each other in disbelief, then raised their guns at the JokerÆs truck. But by now they were too late, the Joker had already pushed the pedal to the metal and was making his getaway. Gunshots were fired at his stolen truck, but none of them were getting at him.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise that caused the ground to rumble a little bit, even surprising the Joker for a second.
When the Joker looked back to see what that noise was, he couldnÆt see a thing, only a scene of destruction behind him with three other oficers lying dead on the ground.
ôLooks like thereÆs an angel on my side after all,ö he said with merry laughter. The Joker then. He gave a wave before shouting, ôSo long and farewell!ö
And the Joker was off once more, relishing that sweet taste of freedom.
ôPerfect.ö
Somewhere in a far building, a man looked away from his sniper rifle and could see his mission was complete. It was only a small mission, but it was simple. While it just a little road, he hoped he got his message sent across when Comissioner Gordon would receive word there was an army of cops who were taken down by one man.
This man was dressed up completely in white, and he was dressed sharply. Everything he wore cost more than any man could bare to afford. He had a white Armani suit, a white top hat, and white dress pants. Even his dress shoes were white. Sunglasses covered his eyes and there was a bandana that covered his face from four guards that were tied up to a pole.
The man walked up to one of the guards and patted them on the cheek gently, mocking them.
He started pouring gasoline all around them and their eyes widened in horror once this was being done.
ôWell, itÆs been fun, no?ö
He paused and smiled at them.
ôIÆd love to stick around, but IÆve got some business to attend to. Oh and please donÆt take this personal. ItÆs just a thing I have to do.ö
There were muffled shouts coming from the guardsÆ taped mouths, but it was all coming out unclearly.
Before he made his way to the windows for his painful getaway, he took out a match from his pantsÆ pockets. Taking his time, he reached into his pantsÆ pockets to pull out a silver lighter, and lit it.
ôSo long.ö
He threw the match on the ground and bolted out of the window, bracing himself for a painful landing.
Anywho, this was something I've been wanting to do after seeing The Dark Knight for a while, so I thought I'd give it a shot here. Well, here goes nothing...
Introduction: Chaos: Stage One
The Joker sat still, looking at his hands, which were held together by handcuffs, then glanced back up to look at the five cops. He was in custody, sitting in the back of a small police truck, soon to be brought to the penitentiary. It was a small truck, but it could fit in as many as five guards to stand on duty.
He could see there was one of them trembling just a little. The Joker offered him a twisted smile before he spoke.
**
Officer Kevin Conroy found himself trembling. He wasnÆt sure why. As a fairly new police officer (he hadnÆt completed a full year yet) he had had a hand in arresting many of GothamÆs most notorious criminals, including Sal Maroni, armies of batmen imitators, Jonathan Crane (aka Scarecrow) and many of the JokerÆs little thugs. But none of them, not even Scarecrow (without his toxins or his strange mask, at least) had the same pure intimidation factor that the Joker did.
In such a short time, this one man in facepaint and a purple suit had already grown to be such a feared name in Gotham City, and rightfully so. Officer Konroy knew the Joker wasnÆt any ordinary criminal.
Every criminal or mob boss in Gotham never had this appearance or intimidating factor of the Joker. The Joker had the appearance and mannerisms of a clown, (Kevin always hated clowns when he was a young boy) yet he could walk up to some of GothamÆs worst, look them right in the eye, yank their chains, and come out alive. You had to be crazy to do that, you had to be maniacal, you either had to be a cop, Batman, orà well, a psychopath. Officer Conroy blinked. Those three words seemed to fit together pretty well. But he was trailing off on thought, and that wasnÆt something he wanted to do when he was in front of the Joker
But even with this appearance, there was still something frightening about it. His hair was long and unkempt, wild enough to fall down to his neck, but the most disturbing part about this man was his facepaint. It was in a style of a clownÆs, but no clown ever came close to looking as ghastly as the Joker. The paint around his face was white, but there were smudges around his scarred face that looked like they could fall off with the simple brush of a finger. There was purple paint around his menacing eyes and bright red lipstick was around his lips, going across his cheeks in the shape of a smile. It was truly the most frightening clown Conroy had ever seen in his life, and this clown/psychopath was staring at him.
ôOh, come now, Officeràö
"I'm no psychopath. Really, I'm not," he said, trying to sound as convincing as ever.
Officer Conroy bit his lip.
A few other officers immediately drew their guns when the Joker started talking, but the Joker continued to stare at the young cop. It was an unnerving moment for Conroy, that was for sure. There was just something in his voice that didnÆt seem to be quite . . . there.
ôYou seem nervous, Officer. Do Ià scare you?ö
The four other officers grabbed their guns from their vests and pointed them at him.
ôThatÆs enough outta your mouth, youàö
Before facing the other officers, who had their guns in the air, the Joker threw back his head and began to laugh. It was almost frightening how calm he could remain in such a situation.
ôWhat? What are you, you, you, or you going to do with me?ö he asked, turning to face each of the guards who had their guns aimed at him.
It was all a laughing matter to the Joker. Seeing these cops in front of him with a couple of guns didnÆt scare him one bit. He knew Gotham City, and he knew that there were still plenty of corruptible policemen out there. Their little acts of bravery didnÆt fool him at all. He saw through their masks, and knew he could exploit them. After all, he had done exactly that to Harvey Dent, didnÆt he? So much for GothamÆs White Knight.
ôKill me? Please. I know you cops are all the same. If this was a year ago, given the right amount of money ûô (he made sure there was an emphasis on that part), ô-then none of you would arrest somebody like me. Now, all of a sudden, big old Batman comes along and you start to grow a pair of balls. This little charade doesnÆt have me fooled one bit. You all act like youÆve changed, but look at yourselves. You know the truth. On the outside, you all go and help the Commissioner with his duties, making the citizens think oh so highly of you and receiving praise, but on the inside, itÆs all the same. YouÆve never really changed. YouÆre all just a bunch of phonies, pretending to care for something when you have no idea what youÆre fighting for.ö
Looking around at the now doubtful officers, there was a satisfied look on his face, with the results that were given.
The officers paused and looked at each other. The scary thing about the JokerÆs little speech was that they couldnÆt find a single flaw in any of the words he spoke. Before, some of them would show up to scenes and pretend to be doing their jobs, but little tips from Carmine Falcone always pushed them to keep their mouths shut. It was true that there were many of them who were actively following out GordonÆs duties, but how many of those men were really sincere with what they were doing? The answer was probably very few, but the majority going to the newer batch of cops that had been growing. The older groups of cops still wished Falcone had never been captured and in response, a deeper hatred of Batman grew within each and every one of them.
Slowly, the four officers lowered their guns.
ôWere youà offeringà a deal?ö one of them asked.
Another smile came to the JokerÆs face.
ôWell, now weÆre talking businessàö
Officer Conroy might have been a bit na´ve at times, and he might have been a rookie, but he couldnÆt believe what he was seeing, and his anger made him forget his tiny fear. That anger was building each second as he took out a gun from his own pocket and pointed it at the Joker. He would prove to the Joker that he wasnÆt like the rest of them. He would prove he was different and wasnÆt as corruptible as the Joker thought he was.
He was held back by the other policemen, and tried to land in a good swing at one of them, but their grip was just too tight.
ôLet me go!ö he yelled.
One of the officers just shook his head.
ôIÆm afraid we canÆt do that. You see, The Joker here is offering us a rather hefty sum, and you canÆt screw any of this up.ö
Officer Conroy grit his teeth together, staring at the one who was in front of him.
ôYouÆre no cop,ö he spat with venom.
He was answered by a slap to the face, and a heavy punch to the stomach.
ôHehehe, hahaha, hoo hooà thatÆs good stuff. You over there, could you bring our Batman Jr. over here to me for a second?ö
The officer looked at Conroy, then at the Joker.
ôWhatÆs in it for me û all of us?ö
The Joker shook his head.
ôUh-uh, first, you do my orders, then the prizes come later.ö
The officer obeyed The JokerÆs rules, just like a puppet on a string.
The Joker turned back to Conroy.
ôJuniorà Batsyà it looks like youÆre a harder apple to pick than the rest of them are, eh?ö
Conroy didnÆt respond.
ôOh well, itÆs fine if you want to be like that.ö
ôYouÆre a disgusting, conniving, son of a-ö
Annoyed by the way he was talking, the Joker interrupted him.
ôDo you want to know how I got these scars on my faceà?ö
**
Comissioner Gordon looked at the ôbat signalö he had just destroyed and hid his disappointment from the other officers who were next to him. This was BatmanÆs wish: to keep Harvey Dent as the symbol of GothamÆs eternal hero while he was viewed to them as however they would view him. He took a moment to wipe the sweat off his face, because it did take a lot in him to make it seem as real as it could possibly be.
He frowned a bit, hiding it from the officers who were staring at the now destroyed signal. The ôbat signalö wasnÆt ever really the official name he gave to it, because he did find the name to be a bit corny. But it was something he joked about in their meetings, because thatÆs what it really was.
A bat signal.
He was the only one who ever used it to summon the Dark Knight, and every time the Dark Knight would respond to it.
He remembered the second time (after using it to give information on the Joker) using it, and their little conversation.
ôI saw your signal in the sky and came as soon as I could.ö
ôOh, you mean the bat signal?ö
Batman just gave him a blank look. He obviously didnÆt know how to reply to that, as he was probably lost for words on the stupidity of the name.
ôLetÆs forget I said that.ö
ôYes. LetÆs.ö
ôNow, onto businessàö
**
ôGordon.ö
The sound of his name brought him out of memory lane, and back to facing Detective Ramirez.
ôWhat is it, Ramirez?ö
ôItÆs the Batman. WeÆve sighted him.ö
A long sigh came from Gordon and Ramirez gave him a questioning look.
ôSir?ö
Jim Gordon didnÆt want to do this. He really didnÆt, but he had to. Batman would have wanted it this way. For HarveyÆs sake. The Harvey Dent Gordon respected and could call a good friend. Not the ôTwo-Faceö character who had gone after his family.
The pause seemed to last for a lifetime, because he was really hesitant to do what had to be done. But what had to be done, had to be done.
For DentÆsà no, for BatmanÆs sake, Jim. For BatmanÆs sake.
ôAll units, move out!ö
ôSir!ö Detective Ramirez (along with the rest of the police present) said before obeying orders.
Still hesitant to obey his own commands, the newly appointed Commisioner walked as slowly as possible, muttering to himself a repetition of a few words.
ôI love my job, I love my job, I love my jobàö
He didnÆt do a great job of convincing that to himself.
Riding around on his newly acquired Batpod was a thrill for Batman, but then again, despite what he told Alfred, what wasnÆt a thrill for Batman?
The motorcycle was smaller than his old ride and definitely more agile. While it couldnÆt crush over moving objects as well as the Tumbler did, (which was a shame), it still got the job done, with the built-in missiles.
Batman would miss the Tumbler, but he would figure out a replacement for the vehicle later on. For now, the motorcycle was more than adequate. It was a lot easier to move around on the road, and he didnÆt have to duck his head whenever he wanted to turn on the weapons system. He could simply push two buttons and missiles would shoot from the bottom of the bike.
He heard the sound of flaring sirens and briefly turned around to see an army of cop cars chasing after him. Well, that just meant he had to use some of the tricks he was hiding under his sleeve, didnÆt it? He pressed a button on the center of his belt and in seconds, squeals from bats could be heard.
In GordonÆs car, Detective Ramirez was in the passengerÆs seat. She turned around as soon as she heard the screeching sound and frowned.
ôWhat is that?ö she asked.
Since her head was turned, she missed the large grin that appeared on GordonÆs face.
ôBackup.ö
Ramirez was about to ask what he meant by that, but her eyes widened when she saw for herself what ôbackupö was.
**
The army of bats greatly surpassed the number of police cars that were on the road. There were thousands, maybe even millions of them flying around. Nobody really wanted to count the number. And even if they did want to, it would be impossible.
Batman turned around and saw that the bats were doing their job. The police were distracted and many had very little time to stop before they crashed into the other cars. It was like a demolition derby out there. At least thirty cars had been sent and in seconds, those armies were stopped by the bats.
That was BatmanÆs chance to make his getaway back to his secret bunker by the docks that he put his spare equipment in for the time being. He had known the bats would be a big help to him, but even he didnÆt think it would go to his advantage that quickly. Well, one never did want to underestimate bats. Especially Bruce Wayne.
He silently (or explain how he thanks them) thanked them for helping him to get back to his home safely, without any traces of being followed.
When he got back home, he was greeted by Alfred, who had the large flat screen TV on.
ôI didnÆt fancy IÆd ever be seeing a repeat on the news.ö
Bruce Wayne grinned at his butler.
ôWell Alfred, thatÆs what I like to call some damn good television.ö
ôQuite,ö the butler simply replied.
**
The Joker was laughing wildly. He was free! All because he could simply twist around the minds of a few corrupt cops and actually make them believe that he would give them something in return! How stupid were these cops? His handcuffs were released, his other men got the truck to go ôBoom!ö and he was making his getaway, with the four other crooked officers on his back.
He was walking across a large road where millions of cars were honking at him to move out of the way or shouting various profanities at him. The Joker just shook his head. ôThey should be more nice to The Joker, donÆt you think boys?ö
ôUh, whatever you say.ö
A truck was coming at his way and the Joker saw this as his chance to take a ride. He stepped infront of the truck, causing the driverÆs eyes to widen when he saw this and to slam on the breaks as hard as he could.
ôThis guyÆs gotta be nuts,ö one of the four cops whispered to each other.
The cop who whispered those words couldnÆt whisper another single word, as a bullet was brought to his back, courtesy of the Joker, now equipped with a gun in his hand.
ôAnybody else have any smart comments?ö he asked, staring madly.
The others shook their heads.
The Joker pushed the driver to the side and got into the driverÆs seat.
ôThis is my kinda ride,ö he said to himself.
Looking at the other officers, he slammed the door shut before any of them could get in.
ôHey! What about our deal?ö
ôDeal? I donÆt remember making a deal!ö he shouted from the seat, loud enough so they could hear.
ôYeah you did, back in the truck, when you were offering us-ö
ôOh, that! We never did finalize that deal, did we? Well, the deal was that I escape, and you all get nothing!ö
The three officers stared at each other in disbelief, then raised their guns at the JokerÆs truck. But by now they were too late, the Joker had already pushed the pedal to the metal and was making his getaway. Gunshots were fired at his stolen truck, but none of them were getting at him.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise that caused the ground to rumble a little bit, even surprising the Joker for a second.
When the Joker looked back to see what that noise was, he couldnÆt see a thing, only a scene of destruction behind him with three other oficers lying dead on the ground.
ôLooks like thereÆs an angel on my side after all,ö he said with merry laughter. The Joker then. He gave a wave before shouting, ôSo long and farewell!ö
And the Joker was off once more, relishing that sweet taste of freedom.
ôPerfect.ö
Somewhere in a far building, a man looked away from his sniper rifle and could see his mission was complete. It was only a small mission, but it was simple. While it just a little road, he hoped he got his message sent across when Comissioner Gordon would receive word there was an army of cops who were taken down by one man.
This man was dressed up completely in white, and he was dressed sharply. Everything he wore cost more than any man could bare to afford. He had a white Armani suit, a white top hat, and white dress pants. Even his dress shoes were white. Sunglasses covered his eyes and there was a bandana that covered his face from four guards that were tied up to a pole.
The man walked up to one of the guards and patted them on the cheek gently, mocking them.
He started pouring gasoline all around them and their eyes widened in horror once this was being done.
ôWell, itÆs been fun, no?ö
He paused and smiled at them.
ôIÆd love to stick around, but IÆve got some business to attend to. Oh and please donÆt take this personal. ItÆs just a thing I have to do.ö
There were muffled shouts coming from the guardsÆ taped mouths, but it was all coming out unclearly.
Before he made his way to the windows for his painful getaway, he took out a match from his pantsÆ pockets. Taking his time, he reached into his pantsÆ pockets to pull out a silver lighter, and lit it.
ôSo long.ö
He threw the match on the ground and bolted out of the window, bracing himself for a painful landing.
