Kiss With A Fist (Part 2)
Title: Kiss With A Fist (Pt. 2)
Author: violetreuben
Rating: NC-17 (to give me license in later chapters)
Disclaimer: I own neither Batman nor the Joker - all thanks to DC Comics and Warner Bros
Summary: Bruce's POV: the Joker has escaped from Arkham but made no move to stir up trouble - just yet.
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Bruce Wayne was seated in front of a television screen. His eyes roved across the breaking news ticker, ears pricked for any sudden tidbit of information on what the hell was going on.
Petty thieves
Muggers
Drug dealers
- where's the clown?
He couldn't even begin to comprehend the situation. It had been - what, two weeks since the report came of the psycho's break out and not even as much as one gangbanger with a slashed face to show for it.
What the fuck is he playing at?
He'd gone out looking for him of course, but there were no clues, evidence, codes, bodies or video tapes, nothing he could use as a lead. Bruce had never felt as conflicted in his whole life. On one hand, his thoughts told him to be happy that the Joker had finally decided to sit down and shut up.
On the other, my gut says he's up to something.
It had been an interesting news item, to say the least. One of the Joker's quieter, more impressive stunts. Bruce had pored over every paper in Gotham to absorb every single detail. According to Arkham, they simply went to administer his meds in the morning and found an empty cell. No knives to any throats, no guns to any temples. Just gone.
Then, in the week that followed, a young nurse named Karen Turgood didn't show up for work, repeatedly. Her body was found soon after they filed the missing persons report. She had been strangled to death and left in a nearby patch of wasteland. The police were led to believe that the Joker used her as a means to escape, then strangled her and ran off.
Not like him. Mustn't have had any weapons...then how the hell could he charm a lady enough to get her to help him escape?
The oddest thing was, when the coroners carried out the autopsy, they found that her eyeballs were missing. Bruce pulled up a file on Karen Turgood from the Arkham archives (it's too easy to hack into shit these days) and studied her picture. She was average pretty, black hair, brown eyes. Bruce had never heard of the Joker being an eyeball thief before.
Snapping out of his reverie, Bruce decided to get ready for the night ahead. Something in his bones told him that he could be successful. Something told him that somewhere, in the darkest corner of the city, the Joker was lying in wait, hoping that he would find him.
And I will. Bastard.
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The Joker was feeling lucky. Slipping into the city centre unnoticed had been a cinch and now, now, I can finally begin. He cracked his knuckles loudly, enjoying the sensation.
Heyyy Batsy Batsy Batsy Batsy...come out come out where ever you are...
The Joker sometimes felt that he and the Batman had this uh, telepathic thing goin' on. It's almost as if Bats was sending him his own personal signals, a floodlight especially all for me, so that he could know when he was near. Usually these signals came in the form of a shiver down his spine, a tiny tingly feeling somewhere in his stomach.
Ah! A shiver! He's here somewhere...
And then, in front of the moon, a lovely shadow of black, getting bigger, bigger, bigger and -
Ouch. Hooheehahaha! YES!