The Black Widow
Title: Part One: Prologue
Rating: R
World: Batman
Characters: The Joker, Kat, OCs
Chapter: 1/4
Word Count: 831
Summary: The Joker never expected to meet anyone as twisted and insane as he. No one in Gotham expected it; in fact they all prayed that it would never happen. So when he comes face to face with someone just like him the Joker has no idea how to react. And the city began to tremble.
The police officer looked on, horrified, as the corpse he had discovered just moments earlier. This was the third murder of its kind in a week, the fifth since the spree began. At first they had thought it was the Joker trying new games, they seemed to be his kind of killings after all. Sliced with knives, no obvious links between any of the victims, it was so much like the Joker’s M.O. After the second murder they had even began to look for subtle clues as to a link between the dead, at first they thought that all the victims were going to be male but then the fourth victim was a young girl. In fact the only link they could find between any of them was the way they were all killed and the marks left behind, a red lipstick kiss on the right cheek. It had been argued that it could still be the Joker, he did wear lipstick after all, but lines were all too neat definitely not from the sloppy mess on the clown’s face and besides, it was the wrong shade. No this was something entirely new and different, but just as dangerous.
In his beat up warehouse the Joker was watching the television screen closely. Usually the news didn’t interest him, he couldn’t care less about the meaningless lives of the people of Gotham city - there were bigger things out there for him to do, for him to blow up. Although sometimes he liked to watch it just to see how many minutes his own little games got on air. But recently he’d spent more and more time keeping up with the world, watching the news, picking up newspapers. Something had caught his eye and he wasn’t sure whether he liked it. The Black Widow, that’s what they were calling her. At least they seemed to assume it was a woman. Her… activities… had first caught his eye when he had been accused of the murders. The red lipstick kiss she left behind and the sheer randomness of the killings had sent the finger of blame flying after him. That was when he’d started following her closely, wishing to pry into the mind of someone who thought they could play his game without upsetting some of the major pieces on the board. Even the Batman hadn’t been able to pin this woman, this black widow, down and get inside her mind. Something he had failed to do with the Joker himself. Yes, she was very interesting.
And now he wanted to meet her. So he could kill her.
The Black Widow stared into her mirror, blood red lips twitching into a smile at the way the cracked shards made her reflection look. All broken into pieces like a jigsaw that didn’t quite fit together. She leant a little closer, twisting the black strands of hair that fell into her face behind her ears. She paused for a second, peering deeper into the largest shard of glass, her pencil-thin eyebrows knitting together as she remembered the reason she had smashed the mirror in the first place. Well… one of the reasons. It was the reason she had burned all the photographs as well, effectively erased herself from all but the tabloid headlines. In that shard of mirror she saw everything she had lost, the once emerald green eyes that had been so full of life were now dull and dark, and a twisted kind of insanity bubbled beneath them. The kind of insanity that had turned her into a cold and calculated killer with no remorse, no regrets and almost not recognition of how wrong her actions were. There had been reason for the first killings, the ones where she left no calling card to mark her name, but no longer. Murder had been a slippery slope, one she was all too happy to slide down. It had changed her. Now she killed without reason, she picked her victims at random having taken a leaf out of the infamous Joker’s book, the man who owned the town - she just wanted to shake things up now, cause a little anarchy. Every night when she went out she wondered whether tonight was the night he would find her. If her antics hadn’t gone unnoticed by Batman there was no way they would go unnoticed by The Joker, she was sure to have ruffled his feathers by now, especially when at first the press blamed him. She would be ready for him when he came; she had been ready for him for so long now. Silently she lifted her favourite blade from the dressing table, holding it against her cheek almost lovingly, the tip just digging into her scar. She caught her eye in the mirror once more and sighed, slipping the blade into her belt and lifting the rest into place. With a whirl of her coat she disappeared out of the room and into the darkness.
Disclaimer: Batman and the Batman universe, including Gotham and pretty much all of its residents, are the property of DC comics. This piece of fiction and the character of Kat is mine, if you try to steal her she’ll probably cut your fingers off. Just warning you…
Author’s Notes: Long time no see? This has been on my laptop for ages lol
Rating: R
World: Batman
Characters: The Joker, Kat, OCs
Chapter: 1/4
Word Count: 831
Summary: The Joker never expected to meet anyone as twisted and insane as he. No one in Gotham expected it; in fact they all prayed that it would never happen. So when he comes face to face with someone just like him the Joker has no idea how to react. And the city began to tremble.
The police officer looked on, horrified, as the corpse he had discovered just moments earlier. This was the third murder of its kind in a week, the fifth since the spree began. At first they had thought it was the Joker trying new games, they seemed to be his kind of killings after all. Sliced with knives, no obvious links between any of the victims, it was so much like the Joker’s M.O. After the second murder they had even began to look for subtle clues as to a link between the dead, at first they thought that all the victims were going to be male but then the fourth victim was a young girl. In fact the only link they could find between any of them was the way they were all killed and the marks left behind, a red lipstick kiss on the right cheek. It had been argued that it could still be the Joker, he did wear lipstick after all, but lines were all too neat definitely not from the sloppy mess on the clown’s face and besides, it was the wrong shade. No this was something entirely new and different, but just as dangerous.
In his beat up warehouse the Joker was watching the television screen closely. Usually the news didn’t interest him, he couldn’t care less about the meaningless lives of the people of Gotham city - there were bigger things out there for him to do, for him to blow up. Although sometimes he liked to watch it just to see how many minutes his own little games got on air. But recently he’d spent more and more time keeping up with the world, watching the news, picking up newspapers. Something had caught his eye and he wasn’t sure whether he liked it. The Black Widow, that’s what they were calling her. At least they seemed to assume it was a woman. Her… activities… had first caught his eye when he had been accused of the murders. The red lipstick kiss she left behind and the sheer randomness of the killings had sent the finger of blame flying after him. That was when he’d started following her closely, wishing to pry into the mind of someone who thought they could play his game without upsetting some of the major pieces on the board. Even the Batman hadn’t been able to pin this woman, this black widow, down and get inside her mind. Something he had failed to do with the Joker himself. Yes, she was very interesting.
And now he wanted to meet her. So he could kill her.
The Black Widow stared into her mirror, blood red lips twitching into a smile at the way the cracked shards made her reflection look. All broken into pieces like a jigsaw that didn’t quite fit together. She leant a little closer, twisting the black strands of hair that fell into her face behind her ears. She paused for a second, peering deeper into the largest shard of glass, her pencil-thin eyebrows knitting together as she remembered the reason she had smashed the mirror in the first place. Well… one of the reasons. It was the reason she had burned all the photographs as well, effectively erased herself from all but the tabloid headlines. In that shard of mirror she saw everything she had lost, the once emerald green eyes that had been so full of life were now dull and dark, and a twisted kind of insanity bubbled beneath them. The kind of insanity that had turned her into a cold and calculated killer with no remorse, no regrets and almost not recognition of how wrong her actions were. There had been reason for the first killings, the ones where she left no calling card to mark her name, but no longer. Murder had been a slippery slope, one she was all too happy to slide down. It had changed her. Now she killed without reason, she picked her victims at random having taken a leaf out of the infamous Joker’s book, the man who owned the town - she just wanted to shake things up now, cause a little anarchy. Every night when she went out she wondered whether tonight was the night he would find her. If her antics hadn’t gone unnoticed by Batman there was no way they would go unnoticed by The Joker, she was sure to have ruffled his feathers by now, especially when at first the press blamed him. She would be ready for him when he came; she had been ready for him for so long now. Silently she lifted her favourite blade from the dressing table, holding it against her cheek almost lovingly, the tip just digging into her scar. She caught her eye in the mirror once more and sighed, slipping the blade into her belt and lifting the rest into place. With a whirl of her coat she disappeared out of the room and into the darkness.
Disclaimer: Batman and the Batman universe, including Gotham and pretty much all of its residents, are the property of DC comics. This piece of fiction and the character of Kat is mine, if you try to steal her she’ll probably cut your fingers off. Just warning you…
Author’s Notes: Long time no see? This has been on my laptop for ages lol