He missed having the Joker around. The guards always had nightmares when he was here. Even the madness of the inmates seemed a bit wilder
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In a chair in front of his computer, rosaries dangling fron his fingers, Kip Blackwell dreams of a peaceful evening with in Gotham with friends. He can hear their voices...he can SEE them.
A piercing, maniacal laugh cuts through the dream, and a clown from nightmares is in front of him, throwing acid at the young athlete's face. The clown's face is the last thing he can see. Pain and darkness follow...along with a woman's shriek of terror. Roxanne.
In the darkness, there is a happy sounding voice. Joyful even. It is not Dee's voice. It belongs to the Joker. Dee hopes the Joker won't mind. After all, it is being used how he would want it.
"This is a pretty girl. I like her. Dee...Dee...Dee. Such beautiful eyes. I want them in a jar with me always. Too bad you can't see this. The fun is just getting started."
Kip isn't a man given to panic at all; the entirity of his life and being is calm and inner peace. Very Zen. But the lunatic leering...
"Leave her alone!" he growls, flailing around in the darkness. Anger that is not normally his boils within. "You want to mess with someone, mess with me!"
Roxanne screams. The Joker laughs. "Don't worry, even I wouldn't hit a blind man. Maybe a blind bat! HA-HA-HA-hA-hA-Ha!"
Roxanne screams stop suddenly. It is almost worse than than the screams. "Do you know the worst part about killing your girlfriend? Washing her blood stains out of my suit. HA-HA-HA-hA-hA-Ha! Buck up, son! Don't get even, get MAD, MAD, MAD!"
Kip tries to pray, but the words don't come. He tries to see, but the images don't come. His hand closes on something solid - a baseball bat; he plays baseball, doesn't he? - and he cries out, "Leave her alone, damn it!" before he starts to swing. Blindly. In his heart, he knows he wants to hurt Joker.
A piercing, maniacal laugh cuts through the dream, and a clown from nightmares is in front of him, throwing acid at the young athlete's face. The clown's face is the last thing he can see. Pain and darkness follow...along with a woman's shriek of terror. Roxanne.
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"This is a pretty girl. I like her. Dee...Dee...Dee. Such beautiful eyes. I want them in a jar with me always. Too bad you can't see this. The fun is just getting started."
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"Leave her alone!" he growls, flailing around in the darkness. Anger that is not normally his boils within. "You want to mess with someone, mess with me!"
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Roxanne screams stop suddenly. It is almost worse than than the screams. "Do you know the worst part about killing your girlfriend? Washing her blood stains out of my suit. HA-HA-HA-hA-hA-Ha! Buck up, son! Don't get even, get MAD, MAD, MAD!"
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Worse...he wants to kill him.
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It would be so easy to hit him.
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But this man, this monster, soaked in blood...
Kip swings with all his might.
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Dee leaves the dream quite happy.
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