A one-shot TDK Fanfic
Title: "A possession worth more than gold."
Chapter: A One-shot.
Subject: TDK - after the events of the film.
Disclaimer: original character(s) belong to me. Joker and others belong to Nolan universe, etc.
Summary / About: A Joker Story. This is set after the events of TDK film.
Author's Note: More of a summary may follow if this story works out. So far a one-shot, but that might change. This is not necessarily my first fanfic, as I am working on another fanfic at the moment, but it's not tdk. This is, in some ways, my first tdk fanfic. Any comments or advice is appreciated. Thanks. :)
He straightened his back against the leather office chair, as he folded his hands behind his head, and gazed out of the large apartment windows. The room was dark, as always, his human figure blending into the darkness surrounding him. He liked the dark. It was more comfortable for him. Despite his previous antics of chaos, bullets, gunshots, and gasoline, he still, at least without his makeup, preferred to hide his face in the dark.
To hide his scars from the world.
He had escaped from the cage that tried to contain him. He didn’t like the jail, nor the asylum.
It had been a few months since he had escaped from his cell, and the citizens of Gotham seemed to calm down and feel more ‘safe’ since the “Clown Prince of Crime” had been ‘caught’, or ‘put away’ and taken off the city streets. And even though he had technically escaped from containment, it still seemed like some people had recovered from the nightmare he had put on them, when he had called the shots.
He figured that he didn’t really mind the fact that things, over time, had become ‘normal’ again. In fact, he sometimes enjoyed the silence in the streets at night.
He smugly smiled to himself, for there was no one else in the room, and thought, ‘Hell I needed a vacation anyways. I could even get used to this.’
He did get use to it… until something caught his eye.
Not something.
Someone.
He could pick her out of a crowd, no matter how plain her features may have been.
He knew her.
Peering down the window, he spotted her walking with a friend down the sidewalk, slowly approaching the main door of an apartment, which was ironically across from his own. Well not so much right across. Her apartment, he assumed, was diagonal from his, which might make it hard for him to see her from inside the building. The Joker frowned at this thought.
Pressing his face against the cold window, he could see her dirty-blonde hair become increasingly darker as the rain gently fell down. He could tell that she had been out there with her friend long enough for their clothes to be somewhat damp, and whatever life they may have held in their hair, had now become flat and dead.
It had been raining for quite some time, and if he was wearing his makeup tonight, than it would have surely been washed all away.
He absentmindedly touched the scars on his face, his fingertips of his hand gently gliding over the scars that struck fear into the eyes and hearts of all of Gotham. Only then was he thankful that there was no lightning that followed the rain this night, because he didn’t want the two girls to see him, especially without his makeup on.
He noticed that the two women had stopped in front of the building to talk before they both departed. He barely glanced at the woman’s friend. His eyes were fixated only on the woman with the dirty-blonde hair, the woman he knew.
The young woman glanced around, as her friend continued to talk to her, to look up and down the street that she and her friend had just walked. She had failed to notice the man watching her from above.
As she stopped to take in her actual surroundings, the lamppost shined a ray of light down on her now damp and darkened hair, as well as her face, and he could more clearly see her hazel eyes that sparked something inside his soul… or at least what was left of it.
Recognition.
He remembered that face, that hair, and those eyes from a life long ago.
His frown was no more.
He smiled, and this time the smile reached his eyes and mirrored the feeling he had in his heart.
He said to himself, in a soft whisper, as he pushed himself back into his chair, and was enveloped back once more into the darkness, “You came back. After all this time. I guess she did miss me after all.”
He laughed darkly to himself as he figured out ways to ‘surprise’ her at this reunion. He glanced down again at the pair, as the woman waved goodbye to her dark-haired friend, as she watched her leave.
The smile she held in her face was something that was engraved into his mind for many years.
“I know that smi-le too,” he said.
The young woman’s smile was broken as she heard a roar of thunder above her, signaling, in an odd way, that it was a good time to go inside her apartment, where it was safe and warm. The Joker’s attention was also cut off by the thunder as well.
“Sweet dreams,” he said, as he got up from his chair, left his chair at the window, and walked further and further into the darkness of the apartment.
To be continued…
Chapter: A One-shot.
Subject: TDK - after the events of the film.
Disclaimer: original character(s) belong to me. Joker and others belong to Nolan universe, etc.
Summary / About: A Joker Story. This is set after the events of TDK film.
Author's Note: More of a summary may follow if this story works out. So far a one-shot, but that might change. This is not necessarily my first fanfic, as I am working on another fanfic at the moment, but it's not tdk. This is, in some ways, my first tdk fanfic. Any comments or advice is appreciated. Thanks. :)
He straightened his back against the leather office chair, as he folded his hands behind his head, and gazed out of the large apartment windows. The room was dark, as always, his human figure blending into the darkness surrounding him. He liked the dark. It was more comfortable for him. Despite his previous antics of chaos, bullets, gunshots, and gasoline, he still, at least without his makeup, preferred to hide his face in the dark.
To hide his scars from the world.
He had escaped from the cage that tried to contain him. He didn’t like the jail, nor the asylum.
It had been a few months since he had escaped from his cell, and the citizens of Gotham seemed to calm down and feel more ‘safe’ since the “Clown Prince of Crime” had been ‘caught’, or ‘put away’ and taken off the city streets. And even though he had technically escaped from containment, it still seemed like some people had recovered from the nightmare he had put on them, when he had called the shots.
He figured that he didn’t really mind the fact that things, over time, had become ‘normal’ again. In fact, he sometimes enjoyed the silence in the streets at night.
He smugly smiled to himself, for there was no one else in the room, and thought, ‘Hell I needed a vacation anyways. I could even get used to this.’
He did get use to it… until something caught his eye.
Not something.
Someone.
He could pick her out of a crowd, no matter how plain her features may have been.
He knew her.
Peering down the window, he spotted her walking with a friend down the sidewalk, slowly approaching the main door of an apartment, which was ironically across from his own. Well not so much right across. Her apartment, he assumed, was diagonal from his, which might make it hard for him to see her from inside the building. The Joker frowned at this thought.
Pressing his face against the cold window, he could see her dirty-blonde hair become increasingly darker as the rain gently fell down. He could tell that she had been out there with her friend long enough for their clothes to be somewhat damp, and whatever life they may have held in their hair, had now become flat and dead.
It had been raining for quite some time, and if he was wearing his makeup tonight, than it would have surely been washed all away.
He absentmindedly touched the scars on his face, his fingertips of his hand gently gliding over the scars that struck fear into the eyes and hearts of all of Gotham. Only then was he thankful that there was no lightning that followed the rain this night, because he didn’t want the two girls to see him, especially without his makeup on.
He noticed that the two women had stopped in front of the building to talk before they both departed. He barely glanced at the woman’s friend. His eyes were fixated only on the woman with the dirty-blonde hair, the woman he knew.
The young woman glanced around, as her friend continued to talk to her, to look up and down the street that she and her friend had just walked. She had failed to notice the man watching her from above.
As she stopped to take in her actual surroundings, the lamppost shined a ray of light down on her now damp and darkened hair, as well as her face, and he could more clearly see her hazel eyes that sparked something inside his soul… or at least what was left of it.
Recognition.
He remembered that face, that hair, and those eyes from a life long ago.
His frown was no more.
He smiled, and this time the smile reached his eyes and mirrored the feeling he had in his heart.
He said to himself, in a soft whisper, as he pushed himself back into his chair, and was enveloped back once more into the darkness, “You came back. After all this time. I guess she did miss me after all.”
He laughed darkly to himself as he figured out ways to ‘surprise’ her at this reunion. He glanced down again at the pair, as the woman waved goodbye to her dark-haired friend, as she watched her leave.
The smile she held in her face was something that was engraved into his mind for many years.
“I know that smi-le too,” he said.
The young woman’s smile was broken as she heard a roar of thunder above her, signaling, in an odd way, that it was a good time to go inside her apartment, where it was safe and warm. The Joker’s attention was also cut off by the thunder as well.
“Sweet dreams,” he said, as he got up from his chair, left his chair at the window, and walked further and further into the darkness of the apartment.
To be continued…