Gender: Male Age: 20 Location: N/A
|Introduction: Killer Smiles is based off of Batman. Tell me if the story should be continued or not, and sorry if the characters are a little bit OOC( out of character). And thank you for rating my last story- its an even number of positive and negative votes- but you have to start somewhere right? Thanks again- and please nejoy the first two chapters of Killer Smiles|
It was seconds away before Batman would have been crushed, he looked around the minimizing cage then exchanged looks with Harley Quinn and Joker. She looked over at Joker, "Mr. J, can't you believe it? We're finally going to have him! It's the moment we've been waiting for!"
"I told you I always fulfill a promise, my dear." Harley jumped into Joker's arms, he swinging her around.
"When do you think we can stop the machine?"
"Sweetheart- don't get too ahead of yourself- the human body needs patience. In a minute or two, he's going to pass out, and then we stop the machine-" Harley pushed him away, snatching his gun from its holder, and trying to shoot Batman as he flew from out the window. Joker's voice spoke throughout the intercom.
"Don't let Batman escape!" Joker sighed, rubbing his temples as he had lost faith in his thugs as soon as they replied. "Don't worry Joker- we'll be dragging back in here in no time."
Suddenly, the thug screamed into his communicator as Joker heard a few bones cracking and breaking. Joker held the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in disappointment. He looked over at Harley as she started to accept defeat, her lips trembling. "Damn it! That's the fifth time!" She started to cry, Joker groaning.
"Harley, we can't get our hopes up, it's like catching a fish- we have to wait-"
"-Fuck waiting! You wait! I've been waiting long enough!" She turned towards her man. "I've been waiting for everything long enough" Her eyes traveled up and down his body, the Joker choking over his words.
"Harley, you know Daddy has work to do." Joker caressed her arms, speaking to her in his comforting tone.
"Work you put before me?"
"Well yeah..." Harley turned around to see Joker in his face.
"That's what I'm talking about Puddin'- you have no time for me anymore. You're always out on doing 'work', and I am too but- I just want a break. And if you don't want one, I'm not going to stop you- but I need someone who's going to keep me company. These bozos don't know how to do anything right- I'd want to blow my head off within of two minutes of talking to them. Cat doesn't visit as much anymore, and Ivy's always taking care of those weeds. Did you know she wouldn't even let me take one of the weeds to make a joint-"
"-Harley I get what you're saying," Joker groaned, he looked down at Harley, only to find his response had made things worse. Harley wept, running into the other room and locking the door.
"Harley!" Joker exclaimed, shaking the doorknob. "Harley open the door!"
"Just go back to work Mr.J- I see you don't have time to even listen to me!" Joker groaned once more.
"Harley! Don't make me break in!" He looked around, looking at the thug coming down towards him. "Did you catch him?"
The thug looked down at what he fetched. "I got his mentos." Joker groaned once again.
"Now what boss?" Joker looked at the thug, then snatched him by the neck and threw him into the door. The door cracked, blood splattered across the grain. Joker wiped his finger in the splats, forming hearts. "Harley! Come outside! I'm making hearts out of blood! C'mon, you love this!"
"Valentines Day, 2004 asshole!"
"Harley! Don't be like that! What more do I have to do?!"
"Find me a pet! That should be enough to please me while you marry your job!" Joker slammed his fist on the wall, frustrated. He looked over at his desk, sighing as he knew he'd be at the drawing board all night. Mostly all night he stayed at the desk, occasionally shooting failed plans in the trash. Then suddenly, he smiled grimly- his pencil drawing across the paper.
Vivian Carter read the headlines of her newspaper, the woman placing her coffee on the table. "Gotham City's the pits, huh?"
Vivian thanked the woman, smiling as she returned to her horror. The headlines of course had been true, Vicki Vale had been on Quincy Sharpe's dick for the past few days, trying to get whatever footage she could about Joker's arrival. It was on every newspaper, every news channel and started to be on every billboard. It had been like a celebration for everyone, except for Vivan and her colleagues at the asylum. She was the best psychologist on Dr. Young's team, so the newspapers said. She had been known for her 'miracles', having been Killer Wayton Jones' and Edward Nigma's psychologist. People just didn't understand what it meant to be a psychologist in Gotham. Vivian might as well could have been a police officer with half of the incidents that have occurred in Arkham. It wasn't safe at the asylum, even with the legendary Batman there daily. She gave her attention to her phone, smiling at the text she had just received. She imagined Bruce Wayne's voice as she read the text.
"Dinner? Le Phantom- 14th Street. After work, eight thirty."
Or Bruce Wayne with the launching of his campaign starting this November, nothing would have made the asylum safe. Vivian was Bruce's campaign manager, for politics was her second hobby. For the past few week , the two had been brainstorming ideas on how Bruce could get his point across through the thick skulls of Gotham. She walked over to a taxi, the car driving off to her job. She closed the taxi door behind her, straightening up her jacket as she walked through the asylum doors. Her heels clicked towards her office as she ignored the remarks from the inmates on the other side of the asylum. She opened up her door, only to see a woman sobbing. "B-Bianca?"
"V-V-Vivian...you- you got to help me..." Bianca hyperventilated, wiping her nose. Vivian sat down her bag and coffee, caressing Bianca's arms.
"I can only help you if you allow me to. Calm down, take deep breaths from out your nose." When she found that Bianca was calm and collected, Vivian asked," What's the matter?"
"Assignments came in this morning."
Vivian's stomach became light. "Well, who do you have?" Vivian handed her the folder laying on her desk, Vivian's eyes widening as she stared down at the Joker's files. She looked up at Bianca with fear in her eyes. "Bianca..."
"Please, Vivian. Let's swap. I-I-I can't handle this...." Vivian's heart pounded as she looked down into his files one more time.
"Bianca, I- "
"Please, Vivian. I'll pay you back, somehow. I-I-" Before Bianca could sob once more, Vivian held her.
"Okay." Vivian took her original file, handing it to Bianca. "Okay, alright." Bianca rushed into Vivian's arms, crying.
" Thank you"
The conversation was interrupted by the intercom. "All doctors please presume to your offices." Bianca looked back at Vivian, mouthing her thanks one more time before leaving. Carter's phone rung, Carter picking up the phone with hesitation." Hello ?"
"Dr. Carter, have you received your assignment?"
"Yes, I..uh, swapped with Dr. McDanald." There was a silence over the line. "Ms. Carter please come to my office." Within minutes, Vivian had knocked on the heavy wooden door of the warden. "Warden Sharpe? You wanted me?"
"Dr. Carter, yes. Come in."
Her heels clicked inside the office, resting her bottom in a chair.
"Now Ms. Carter- I am aware of the patient that I had given Ms. McDanald, and the patient I gave you ,and there's a reason for it."
He looked up at her with compassionate eyes.
"Warden Sharpe. Couldn't we just give the Joker to someone beyond my abilities? McDanald cannot handle most patients here at Arkham, but even I cannot handle this-"
"-I understand that Ms. Carter. However, I have no one else I can rely on. Mostly everyone on your team has been either hospitalized or given a proper burial. The other teams aren't experienced as much as your team. The only doctors left are Sanders and King, and they're going to have a handful of their own working with Scarecrow and Zsasz. Now, I gave the file to Briana on the sheer fact that she would ask you- her bestfriend, to swap patients. I really need you to do your best with this one."
"Sharpe, my best won't be good enough this time. It wasn't good enough the last two times, you see Croc and Nigma haven't changed."
"Yes, but their activity has decreased by a little percentage. And that's the best news I could announce within months. Please Carter, you're our only hope."
"We're all fucked then." She replied bitterly. She sighed in defeat. "When do I start?"
Sharpe hid his smile behind the clinch of his jaw. "Tuesday. This gives you a day or so to look at the tapes, hear the audio and get more of a background with him before meeting him. Good luck Dr. Carter, and we thank you for your participation with this project."
Carter returned to her desk, her heart beating from even filling out the Joker's paperwork. She looked at her clock occasionally, ready to leave her responsibilities on her desk. Praying for distractions, she looked out of her little glass door, looking with wide eyes as she saw the Joker being tied down to his wheelchair. Once he had been sat down in the seat, the two locked eyes. He winked his eye, kissing the air towards her and laughing as she sunk her nose into his file. Her hands shook as she wrote out her work. When the hour had come for her to leave, she packed the audio, tapes and files into a box, leaving for the door.
She looked at her watch, smiling weakly at the hour. She then picked up her phone, calling her date.
"Hey Vivian. I'm assuming you're not free tonight. I've been waiting on that reply since- eleven maybe?"
"It means yes when I don't reply. The only times I reply to people is when I'm telling them about themselves or I'm rejecting someone.I have some news to share with you."
"Oh, I hate news. Especially news about the campaign." He had replied sarcastically.
"Lucky for you handsome, it's not about you for once." Bruce laughed at her remark.
"Alright smart ass." The two shared a laugh over the phone.
"Bruce, I'm going to go home first and freshen up. Maybe put on that little black dress?"
"The one I like?"
"With what lipstick?"
"Peach- Bashful pink."
"Don't bother please."
She started to laugh. "I was joking Bruce- you know I always wear my sultry ruby with anything black."
"Alright, just as long as you don't wear those Wang shoes."
"What? Why not the Wang?"
"Dammit girl- we're going to dinner, not some kind of urban- masquerade."
"That was rude." Vivian scoffed playfully. She eyed the taxi coming her way. " I got to go Wayne, I'll see you soon." The two had greeted each other goodbye, Vivian kissing into the phone. She then caught the taxi in its tracks, riding to her lousy Gotham apartment.
Her heels clicked towards the table.
"Here you go Madame Carter, your seat."
"Je vous en prie madame." Vivan looked up at Bruce, then down where his eyes were. "Oh, what? You told me not to wear Wang- I'm wearing McQueen instead."
"I didn't say anything." Bruce smiled. Vivian got up from her seat, giving Bruce a friendly peck on the lips then sitting down. "That wasn't a very classy thing to do Ms. Carter."
"I'm not a very classy girl Mr. Wayne." She smiled at him, sneaking him a wink. The two had stayed mostly all night at the restaurant, drinking and eating as they pleased. "Why aren't I full yet?"
"See- the trick is to get an appetizer and live off the bread and wine until the appetizer is finished. That means you only really ending off paying half of the price anyways in the end."
"So the billionaire baby is really a cheap-o" Bruce scoffed, Vivian hiding behind her glass of wine.
"I'm not a cheap-o."
"Aren't." Vivian nodded her head, swallowing her gulp.
"Alright, cheap-o this." Bruce called one of the waiters over. " Uhh...un crevettes aux garlic et du poivre, merci. Et 'l'avignon aux herbes."
"Gracias-" Bruce sighed in embarrassment, as the waiter walked away.
"Damn..that's embarrassing Bruce...Are you sure you know French?"Vivian hid behind her wine again. The two laughed hysterically in whispers.
"I don't like lamb."
"It wasn't for you. Order something, what's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"
Vivian's mouth cracked open in awe at Bruce's joke. Time had passed once again, the two enjoying their meals.
"I'm guessing this news isn't good."
"Why do you say that?"
"You've been changing the subject mostly all night." Bruce swallowed the cut of lamb, wiping his mouth while waiting for Vivian to respond. She stuffed her face with a forkful of shrimp.
"I mean, it's not bad....nor I consider it good. It's bittersweet."
"Bittersweet? Do you care to explain that?" Bruce took a sip of his wine. She wiped the corners of her mouth, then took a sip of wine. "Okay- I'll explain to you after this sip."
"Alright." He waited patiently until she was nearly finished with her glass. A waiter passed by. "Some more wine, madame?" She nodded her head, sticking her thumb up. After the waiter had come back with another glass, she finally sat down the glass.
"Really?" Bruce asked, shaking his head.
She laughed. "What you don't think that was funny?"
"Come on. Not even a little bit funny?" She exchanged looks with Bruce. "Alright- here goes the news. As you know, I've been promoted within the past months."
"Number 2 in the highest ranking of psychology."
She nodded her head. "Yep , number two- Well, today, we got our new patient assignments, and I got a challenge."
"Who? The guy with the potato sack as a mask?-"
Bruce pretended not to know the name, silently gritting his teeth. " Scarecrow?"
"Alright- how about the umm.....the druggie?Plant-lady-" He once again pretended as if he didn't know.
"Ivy? No- umm, this person is much worse."
Bruce started to brainstorm from off the hint of fear within her voice. He hid his wide eyes behind his wine.
"Would you like to guess anymore?"
"No, I give up."
She gestured her finger across from the corner of her mouth to amid her cheek. Bruce's fists clinched from under the table as he said the name in his mind. "Joker..."
"I'm going to be working on the Joker." Vivian's voice started to shake as she drunk a little bit of her wine.
"You can't....I won't allow it."
"Bruce- don't do this to me, I need you to spare the over protective dad act, okay?-"
"-You're going to get yourself killed. That man cannot be domesticated- he is an animal..Give the job to the highest rank-"
"-Don't you think I know that Bruce? I would if I could, but Sanders is already going to have a lot on his hands with Zsasz alone. King has Scarecrow. Young's work is still needing to be passed on to someone who can finish it- her family is still trying to arrange her funeral. Don't you understand Bruce? I can't just walk away from this now."
"Well, you're going to, okay?-Okay-" "
"Bruce." Her voice was stern. " I just can't do that- you know it would go against everything I have ever been taught. My dad raised me into finishing what I started- I already told Sharpe I was going to do it. I wish I could just throw Joker off my hands, but I can't run away from responsibility."
"And you didn't even put up a fight about it?"
Carter wiped tears. "No- I saw him today, and just realized why I needed to do this. He's been passed around, and around and around- and that's never helped anyone. He's like a child, who's adapted to the world he was given. He knows that there's not really going to be a home for him anywhere so he's trying to build one of his own."
Bruce shook his head at what Carter had thought of him. Joker needed no home- he murdered because he needed something to do. He enjoyed what he did, and it wasn't because of some revenge he had out towards the world. There was never a true meaning to any of his crimes. He was sadistic- he could have survived off of hearts and tears, and there was no medicine, no therapy that could ever stop him. Bruce had known the Joker for most of the start of his nocturnal career.
"Sharpe said I was Arkham's only hope. I just need your support."
"What about Batman?"
"What about Batman? What would he do besides uprise the violence. He's never helped anything. The city calls on him to basically beat the shit out of the criminals until they're maintainable enough to be shoved back in their cages, just so they can recover with even more insanity they had before. Now, I know that I won't make a difference- but at least I'll die trying."
"Vivian, don't talk like that." A waiter stopped by the table to pour more wine until she grabbed the bottle, throwing some money on the table, kissing Wayne on the forehead then leaving. Bruce slapped some money on the table, then shoved some money in the waiter's waist coat, then leaving after Vivian. He caught her outside, turning her around. "Vivian, let me at least take you home."
She bit her lip hesitantly. "Okay Bruce- you win." Bruce took the box from out her hands and put it in the trunk of the car. He then opened the car door for her, and climbing in and driving off. On the ride to her apartment, she shuffled through her purse violently. "What's wrong?"
She shut her purse, massaging her temples. "I left my house keys at work."
"Alright, I'll just take the exit here, and you can stay with me for the night. I think you'll be able to fit my mother's old pajamas."
"Thank you, Bruce." Vivian held his hand, then kissed his knuckles. She cuddled her face into his hand. "Thank you so much...."
The two had arrived at the Wayne mansion, not waiting until they were upstairs to start kissing each other passionately. She jumped into his arms, running her fingers through his hair as she kissed him. He had worked her heels off, shuffling the body con dress from off her hips and thighs, so her she could move more freely.
He leaned her against the wall, her hand unbuttoning his shirt as he unzipped her dress. Their kiss was long and passionate, as if they hadn't seen each other in years. He had rested her on the stairs, fighting the urge to wait a few more minutes to travel upstairs. They couldn't wait and yet they tried their absolute best to prove themselves wrong. He caressed her chocolate colored arms, massaging her body all over. He had then kissed her neck, his kisses so long and hard as if he were kissing her luscious lips. She grabbed his shoulders, her hands balling with every moan she had made. They looked into each others eyes as she whispered in between breaths. "Take me...."
He had lost the fight of keeping patience, picking her up and jogging up the stairs into the master bedroom. Lightning flashed across the window, rain hitting the window hard and rhythmically. Thunder roared throughout the sapphire blue sky, the storm sounding as if one big euphoric orchestra. He had slithered the dress off of her, revealing a lavender satin slip, and she had unbuttoned his shirt, revealing sculptured muscles under his wifebeater. He pulled her up on him, kissing commencing as he hiked up her satin slip and locking her groin onto his, she sighed in satisfaction.
"Oh god, you're so hard..." She kissed his shoulder, hugging his body. He walked her over to the bed, his hands traveling up her thighs to her stomach, and her breasts. His hands traveled to her thighs once again, folding the satin slip from off of her body, revealing her curvy and toned body. He kissed her, his kisses traveling down from her lips, slowly to her neck, to her breasts, the ribs, her stomach, and then finally her groin. He opened her legs, rubbing her clitoris through her panties. She worked his shirt off and then his belt. She rolled over, laying him on his back. She got on top of him, climbing down with kisses from his neck to his lower abdominals. She pulled down his boxers, grabbing his 10 inches and stroking it. Bruce laid his head back, letting out a satisfying sigh. She gave him a few licks, then licked it down in a spiral towards his testes. She licked the tip, fitting what she could in her mouth then massaging the rest. She stroked the shaft, then licked down from the shaft to the base, cupping his testes in her mouth. He let out a moan as she started to shove Bruce's dick into her throat. She'd shove it in her throat then whipped it out and drooling on it, repeating this practice until Bruce came on her. He picked her up, Bruce laying her on her back, working her bra and underwear from off of her and worked his way with kisses down to her groin. He settled her legs on his shoulders, he started to kiss her clitoris working his tongue all around it and on it. She started to moan, her hands clinching the bed when he sucked on her clit and then released it back into its proper place. He started to kiss and suck it, his finger traveling to her opening and working back and forth there. He then entered another finger, starting to penetrate her with his middle and index fingers. She grasped the sheets within her hand.
"Oh god.....I'm going to.." And before Vivian could finish her sentence, she came Bruce sliding his fingers out and tasting her sex. He laid her back into her previous position, kissing her as he slapped his hard dick against her vagina. He then started to penetrate her vagina, going slowly with only the very tip of his dick.
"Vivian, the things you make me do....." In between her sighs and moans she breathed. "
Don't blame me Bruce, you're a very bad man...." She started to moan harder as he slid the tip of his dick into her. He started to move his hips, going deeper. He clinched her breast in his hand, moving his hips front and back. He pulled out slow, then pushed it back in hard. She wrapped her arms around him, Bruce pulling her upwards so he was on his back. Vivian started to return the favor, rolling and moving her hips as she rode Bruce. He let out moans as she started to pick up her speed.
"Viv!" He cried out in a disrupt moan as she slid down rolling her hips, then riding him once again. They let out a scream in unison, the two coming together. He picked her up, resting her against the wall next to the window, lighting still flashing across the room. He started to fuck her, kissing her neck as the two rubbed upwards against the wall. For the rest of the night, the two alternating dominance and submissive roles, in different sex positions and different reactions, but all with the same ending. Vivian's body shivered as she climaxed for the last time, Bruce's come erupting from her opening. The two had fell asleep, Vivian's arms wrapped around Bruce's torso as he rested with one arm around Vivian and the other behind his head. When he had been certain she had fallen asleep, he crept from his place in bed. He had made his place from out the house, and towards his car, sneaking Vivian's box into the house. He looked through Joker's files, looking at the video tapes and listening to the audio. He pressed the play button on his VHS, sitting back as the video began.
The psychologist on the screen announced," Patient 417- Also known as The Joker. Patient has no other identification besides, uh ....'The Clown Prince'. For the past few weeks, he has continued to be uncooperative in our research."
"Well toots- Damn as well told them my social security." The Joker snickered.
"Joker, let's try and go to our first conversation- I would like to know more about your childhood. How you became the person you are today.-"
"-Let's skip that. Let's tell some jokes."
"What do you call a woman that's been raped and beaten to death?"
The psychiatrist rolled her eyes at the joke she had heard a million times before. " What is it Joker?"
"Dr. Mariah!" Joker roared with laughter.
"Joker, I'm sure there are many other jokes don't that involve me getting raped and beaten to death."
"Of course Dr. Mariah, there are many more jokes, but none as funny as that." Joker wiped tears and rested his hand on his stomach, patting it with satisfaction.
"Well, can we get back to your childhood?"
"No- I have another joke. What do you call a woman whose body has been missing for five weeks?"
"Dr. Mariah." The doctor answered bitterly.
"Yes! That's it!" Joker roared once again in hysterical laughter. He beat the table as the air had escaped from his lungs.
"I don't think this is funny."
"Of course you don't- the jokes are about you. That's what makes it funny- you see, because I'm the only one laughing- nevermind, you killed my vibe." He sat back in his chair, sighing unimpressed and glaring at the Dr. Mariah.
"No please- finish laughing. Maybe we can finally stop the jokes.."
"You didn't get my papers did you?" Joker chuckled after staring with a grim smile at the woman. "
"What do you call a woman-"
"-Joker I've had enough of the jokes. Let's start the session please." Mariah snapped.
"Alright. But can you do just one thing for me? Please..it needs to be done..."
"Just turn to the wall."
"You know the guards will come if you try to do anything funny." Mariah sighed in frustration, the camera turning to the wall with her. "I don't know what we're doing."
"Just hold on." The Joker said.A few minutes later, she saw a deer- consisted of a hand on the wall. She laughed, stopped and realized." Wait a minute, how are you-" She turned around to look at the bloody mess the Joker had made with the guards. Her heart stopped as she felt a presence besides her. The camera fell to the floor, the TV screaming and blood splattering across the screen.
Bruce took the tape out, throwing it back in the box, and resting his neck back into his arms. He cut the TV off annoyed and frustrated. The late morning had arrived, Vivian joining Alfred and Bruce in the kitchen.
"Good morning- did everyone have a good sleep?"
Alfred and Bruce answered at the same time, exchanging looks at their different answers.
"No- I had the most horrible time trying to go back to sleep last night."
"Oh I'm sorry Alfred, did we disrupt your rest? I'll make Bruce bite a pillow next time." Bruce cleared his throat, taking a sip of his orange juice.
" I'll treat you to whatever you want if you'd like-"
"-No thank you Ms. Carter."Alfred smiled. "There's no need for apologizing, that was probably going to be the last of Bruce's 'exercise' for a while."
Alfred and Vivian shared a laugh. She walked over to him, kissing him on the cheek. "Don't worry Bruce, we're just teasing, I think that'll make you feel better- that's what friends are for right? I have to get ready to go to work soon..."
" I can drive you- just tell me when you're ready." She smiled, waving at the two then saying. " See you in a while, crocodile"
"Scat cat." Bruce replied. Alfred took a sip of his coffee, clearing his throat as he snuck the comment.
"Here kitty kitty." Bruce looked over at Alfred smiling. "Keep it in your pants Alfred."
"Master Bruce, I highly recommend you do as they say and 'put a ring on it'" Alfred smiled, finishing his breakfast and leaving Bruce. He stumbled, looking down at what the box he had tripped over.
"What is this Master Bruce?"
"Something I have to return to my job before Vivian comes back down. I took a look inside- she's suppose to be 'help' the Joker. Sharpe's scared her into thinking she needs to take on the responsibility of the asylum by taking his case."
"I assume Sharpe wasn't going to occupy himself on the asylum when he's going against you in this year's election Master Bruce" Alfred pointed out before leaving. Bruce got up from his seat, taking the box where it had dwell before he took it from its place.
Bruce had returned inside, stopping at the stairs and dropping his orange juice in awe. He looked at Vivian, the Arkham Asylum uniform failing to conceal her curves. The shirt wrapped around her torso, revealing her abdominals and curves, and the pants had been baggy, giving the impression of her butt being bigger more than what she needed it to be. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah." Vivian and Bruce got into the car, driving off.
"Well...this is me." Vivian looked over at Bruce, Bruce leaning in and kissing her. Their foreheads touched as he whispered. "Keep your guard up." She stroked his face, then got out of the car and walked into the asylum.
One he was sure he was gone, he pressed the communicator that had been hidden in his watch. "Gordon. Get some extra security to follow all of the patients today. I'll be escorting the doctors."
"Consider it done. May I question why?"
"Joker's there- that's why." Bruce looked at the communicator again, tuning up the volume on the hidden microphone he had planted on Vivian. Then he took out his phone. "Alfred, send out the suit."
Vivian started towards down the hall. "Dr. Carter- you're here. You'll be headed out towards Intensive Treatment in about ten minutes."
"Thank you." Vivian held herself as she sighed in nervousness. Vivian started towards Warden Sharpe. "Warden Sharpe-"
"- Ah, Vivian. Are you ready?"
"Well, that;s what I wanted to talk to you about I-" Sharpe snatched his attention away from her as a voice called. "Sharpe, your interview with Vale starts in twenty minutes."
He turned back towards Vivian." it was nice talking to you Ms .Carter. Now, I must leave."
Vivian stared at the man in irritation as he left the scene. Suddenly, she looked at the woman as she stumbled onto the floor, running away from what hid behind the door.
"Get that fucking maniac away from me!" She shrieked, collecting herself from the floor sloppily as the two guards pushed the Joker in his stand-up wheelchair. Vivian stared at the woman's bloody right side of her head, then at the Joker at guards tried to pry the woman's ear from out his mouth. She sobbed in agony, doctors coming to her rescue. In panic, Vivian turned around and started to walk away from the scene. Suddenly her best friend, Bianca grabbed her, holding her face.
"Vivian it's okay, you can do this. " Vivian shook her head in panic.
"I can't do it, Bianca." Her voice started to break as she looked back at the scene. Bianca grabbed her face again.
"Look Vivian, you were voted the second best psychologist in the highest team there is on Arkham staff. You are the bravest and most productive here- everything's going to be fine, okay?" Vivian shook her head, wiping what were to be heavy tears, then blowing her nose into a tissue. She looked into Bianca's eyes. "You got this, Vivian."
Vivian nodded her head in agreement, sighing in her worries and fear. She hugged Bianca, then turned back around, guards and Joker waiting for her. She forced a smile onto her face, ignoring her fast-beating heart. She whipped out her clipboard, smiling at the Joker. Vivian looked over at the sudden figure, a doctor shooting medicine into Joker's arm. "A little Ativan wouldn't hurt anyone Dr. Carter."
"That would be for me to decide for my patient., but thank you for trying." She looked up at the Joker with caring eyes." Would you mind me taking a look at you?" She gently moved his head to the sides, then stared into his face.
"How many minutes has it been since you gave him this? Two minutes?"
"That was his second dosage, I just gave the first one around five minutes ago." She looked back at the doctor in annoyance. She stared into his settled eyes.
"Well congratulations Dr. Sullivan, you drugged up my patient, he might not be able to cooperate in today's session thanks to your uh- 'help'. I highly advise you talk to me or leave a message for me before you go drugging my patients up, understand?"
Before the doctor could complain, she asked the question again, her voice stern. "Understand me? Dr. Sullivan- Rank B?"
"...Yes ma'am." Carter ordered the guards to move on towards Intensive Treatment, Joker sneaking his tongue out at the doctor. He gestured the doctor towards his hand, flipping him off and letting out a small, low laugh. When Carter had looked up at him, he faked into being extremely drugged again. The two guards unstrapped Joker from his chair. As she sat down, the guards sat him down in a chair opposite from her. She looked at the guards. " Thank you boys, you can wait outside the door now- please close it once you are outside."
The door had shut behind them. Vivian starting the camera in the room, and laying her recorder out on the table. She cleared her throat.
"Patient 417- Also known as The Joker. Today is our first session- I do not expect him to be cooperative today, as one of the doctors gave him two doses of Ativan- the drug used to calm one down. So you heard that Joker? It's okay if you don't respond to any questions today- I would like you to just try. We haven't been properly introduced- I'm Dr. Carter. Is it okay if we shake hands?"
Vivian grabbed for Joker's gloved hand, her heart stopping as she shook his hand. She then laid it down on the table. "Now, I won't start with any strong questions for this week. I just want to ask you some general questions. Now, why do you participate in the kind of work that you do?"
Joker's voice was slow and slurred. "Why do you think I do it?"
Carter smiled weakly. "Well, I think it's for a lot of reasons- Revenge on the world, A scarred childhood, and of course I highly agree with Dr. Quinzel's theory as she states 'a wicked sense of humor'. May I ask how she is doing?" Carter bit her tongue at the stupid question she had asked.
He showed a weak grim smile- Carter's heart stopping. "She's Harley, she's always good. Well, that's surely a different question."
"I'm surely a different doctor. I don't want to be like the other doctors. I want to actually talk- get to know you for who you really are. As humans, we often attack what we don't know. I believe in a different approach to the idea of something new. How about we continue to the next question-"
"- You know what toots? I like you- I really do. You remind me of the first day Harley and I met. I could tell she was as nervous as you are now. Both of you know how to handle anxiety well."
"I'm far from anxious or nervous Mr. Joker."
Joker laughed at Carter."Only difference is that she lies way better."
Vivian shook her head softly, still forcing the smile onto her face.
"Relax toots- I don't bite, oh wait..." Joker started to laugh.
"I don't understand how freely you are speaking Mr. Joker, usually just one dose is enough to make someone fall asleep for two days. Now that's something really different. "
"I want to be a different patient.-" The man laughed, Carter's heart slowing down.
"I see what you did there Mr. Joker- that was very funny."
"Please, call me Joker." Vivian and Joker exchanged looks.
She cleared her throat."Now, Joker- It was only yesterday when I saw the video tapes that were collected within your files. I would like to ask you about Dr. Mariah- was there any reason for you attacking her?"
"Yes there were many reasons."
"Name one for me."
" She was just another one of them."
"Yes Dr. Carter, there are two people in this world. People who can laugh and learn, and others who refuse to laugh. They will never learn to see the real picture in life. She would have never been like you Dr. Carter- she would have never been able to laugh at real humor or If I can say, be as pretty as you."
"Well thank you Mr. Joker- but I must ask you- what is the real picture in life?"
"Would you care to explain?"
"Listen toots- you're a doctor- you think a lot, right?"
"Yes I could say that I do."
"You also take time to look at the news, right?" Vivian nodded her head. "What do you usually see?"
"The regular- murder, crime, terrorism, new projects Gotham have to offer-"
"There it is right there- America doesn't even know what they're suppose to be offering toward the people. .There's murder, and rape, and stealing, and lying, and everything else wrong with this damned world. And as always, certain people always work their way out of the law. Our principles, our beliefs, our theories- whatever happened to 'em? We promise all this freedom, and we never really had it. Do you know what the definition a sociopath is in published dictionaries?"
"No, I can't say I do."
"A sociopath is someone who doesn't agree with the government, basically."
"I don't agree with that definition at all."
"Neither do I- but see, wouldn't everyone be considered one for questioning the government once? And not everyone gets punished for this- not everyone gets locked up in a cage or has to carry the title of a sociopath- ignorance. It's hilarious how ignorant America truly is, and only a few people recognize it."
"I understand now- thank you for that enlightenment Joker. It's a very different outlook on things. I'll hold on to that." Carter wrote whatever she could remember down into her notes. She looked down at her watch,
"Well Mr. Joker- it seems that our time today is over. I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow."
Vivian had walked from the asylum all the way back into the city, grabbed herself a quick dinner and waited on a bench, looking at her watch impatiently as it had just turned ten thirty. She looked around the vacant city, sighing as she couldn't see any taxi cabs driving down the street. She sighed frustratingly, whipping out her phone and calling Bruce. Beyond the little city bench, Bruce had gone away for the day and there was only Batman to take his place. Someone picked up his phone. "Hello? Madam Carter?"
"Oh, hello Alfred. I'm guessing Bruce is in the shower."
"Oh-no. He went on a last minute business trip and forgot his phone."
"Oh, well make sure to tell him I said not to stress too much- thanks Alfred. Have a good night."
"And you do the same Ms. Carter." Vivian hung up the phone, jumping as she saw the little boy sitting in front of her. She looked into his face, holding his chin as she looked at his black eye. "Who did this to you?!"
"These men behind the Masquerade Theatre, Please help my mommy- they're hurting her!"
At once, she started running with the young man, towards the theatre, she ran past the empty trashcans and the dark corners in the alleys. She pulled out her pepper spray and brass knuckle as she saw the three thugs harassing the young woman. She calmly walked up to the closest thug, spraying pepper spray in his eyes ans punching him out of the way. She ducked the thug's punch, kicking him down in his groin. She then punched the thug holding the woman in the stomach, then the face. She gave the woman the pepper spray, pointed her son out to her and pushed her.
" Run!" She heard rustling behind her, turning around with her fists in front of her. She picked up her purse, and before she could start walking on, a big hand grabbed her mouth, and a much stronger arm grabbing the knuckled arm.
"Drop it." The arm shook the brass knuckle from off her fingers. Two men surrounded her, her eyes widening as she looked into the cold eyes of the baby doll masks.
"I feel like I know this chick from somewhere."
"She's that doctor- lady you're the talk of the town right now."
"She'll be all over the front papers when the cameras see what we've done." The thug roared in pain, holding his crotch. Before she could swing at the other thug, the third one grabbed her. "No you don't dollface...." He grabbed her arms and put them behind his back. He guided the two on the brick wall of the theatre. The two thugs joined around her.
"As we were saying..." He whipped out a knife, holding it to her neck as the third thug started unbuttoning her clothes. She tried to wiggle free, no one hearing her muffled scream. She started to wiggle more, in fear for her life. A big hand pressed down on her chest, pinning her to the wall. She started to scream under the hand as he cut her bra. The knived thug, pinned her down with his forearm, taking the knife in his hand. He wrote the word 'slut' into her skin lightly. She screamed in agony, her eyes widening as she looked up above them, looking at the bottom of Batman's shoe as they collided into the two thugs' heads. "It's the bat!"
Vivian flinched for the boys, for they had no time for anything accept for receiving Batman's hits and kicks. With the last man, Batman picked him up, throwing him into the pile of trash.
"Stay down." Batman barked. Suddenly, more men came from out the shadows, shooting. Vivian screamed, smoke surrounding the two, Batman grabbing her and zappling up onto the neighboring buildings. Vivian hid into Batman's shoulder, bullets flying.
"Where'd he go!?"
Batman picked her head up, gesturing for her to be quiet, then taking her arm and guiding her to the other side of the roof. "Let me look."
She pushed her shirt back, hissing as Batman rubbed the blood from off the cut. "Thank you."
"I'm not entirely sure myself, I was trying to call a friend, I look up and see this boy. He wanted my help trying to help his mom and I-"
"- You got involved in something you shouldn't have. "
"Look who's talking... Look, Batman- thank you, but no thank you. I had it all under wraps until you walked into the picture.
"Right." Batman looked down at her name tag, picking it up. "Dr. Carter."
"Yes, how may I do you assistance." She turned his back to him, buttoning up her shirt. She turned back around to him, Bruce sneaking a look at how hard her nipples were through the blouse.
"You work at the asylum"
"That sir, I do."
"Analyze this." Batman gave her a paper, showing her a chemical formula.
She looked at it. "I've seen this before- it's in my old notes at my apartment."
"Alright. Where do you live?"
"14th and Chester. Gotham Condominiums."
"Hold on." Batman grabbed her close to him, running off the building and zappling from building to building. Finally, she had pointed out where she had lived, the two zappling to it, and Batman letting her go.
"I'm sorry if I was hard to carry."
"Shorter people seem to way much less."
"I'm not short. I'm 5'5." Vivian snapped. She then stood there, thinking to herself as she noticed something about Batman.
"Nothing- you remind me of someone I know. I want to say you remind me of my father but....." She started towards the other way, she had returned in nothing but a bathrobe and a big book in her hands. "You can sit down if you like." Batman remained standing, coming where she stood.
"Hold this-" she handed the book up to him. She looked at the paper, shuffling her reading glasses onto her face.
" Just I suspected- that's the formula that was used in the old factories Jack White industries used to have."
"Hard to believe isn't it? Where did you get this?"
"That's not important. What could this be used for?"
"It's always been used for the powering of machines. Unless someone wanted to get high off of it- but that would be literally suicide. The substance is strong enough to power up a 1930's jalopy. Maybe someone wants to power up an old machine here in Gotham? Now- I can't tell you what machine, I just can't work miracles like that honey."
The two started walking to the patio. "Now I'm no scientist. So you might want to check with someone who can verify or maybe even clarify."
"I'll keep in touch. Vivian." Batman swooped off the patio before she could call him back. Something about him she couldn't put his finger on. She sighed, jumping as she saw Batman hanging from a gargoyle, their faces inches away.
Vivian hesitantly reached for his face, her finger tips gently digging under the mask. He grabbed her hand, waving his finger and shaking his head," No."
He then flew off into the night, leaving Vivian in awe. His eyes had stayed in her mind, as did hers in his mind. She then took a shower, then rested.
Meanwhile, the Joker slapped the newspaper in front of Harley. "I told you I was going to do it."
"Puddin. What is this?"
Joker looked at her in exasperation. "What do you mean what is this? It's your pet."
Harley looked down at the paper, gasping in disgust. "Sharpe?"
Joker picked up the newspaper, ripping Sharpe's face from the picture, then slapping back down the newspaper.
Harley looked down again. "....Ryder?"
"Damn it Harley! The second picture, on the right!"
Harley looked down into the paper, then picked up the paper and brung it to the light. "Oh...Oh! Puddin!" Harley ran into Joker's arms. "She's so adorable! When can I get her!?"
"Tomorrow if you help me." Harley sunk into Joker's personal space, Joker grabbing and stroking her face. "Come to the asylum tomorrow, bring some boys and meet me outside in the back."
Harley shook her head excitedly then hugged Joker's waist. "I'm so happy, puddin!" Joker noticed the bell in the distance, looking back into the city of Gotham.
"Well- that's me, Harley. Don't forget about tomorrow."
"O-Okay! Bye Puddin!" Harley squealed in excitement, running and dancing as she waved Joker goodbye.
It was a knock at the door that had woken Vivian up. She looked over at her alarm clock, groaning at the bright red," 3:45"
She got up, walking towards the door. She saw that it was Bruce, opening the door. "Hey...."
She had hugged him, closing the door as he entered the condo. She hugged him once again. "You're back."
She looked into his face, her smile fading as she saw his eyes weak.
"Vivian.."Bruce had fallen, Vivian catching the man who was eight inches taller than her.
She had laid him down in her bed, undressing him down to his underwear. She laid a cold cloth onto his head and knock down the temperature. When Bruce had moved in his sleep, she sighed relieved. She then made her way to the living room, cleaning the mess made. She picked up his newspaper, and paperwork, smiling at the picture of the two somewhere near the Nile. She cracked open the case, her face stuck in awe as she looked down at the Batman mask.. She looked back, grabbing the mask and walking towards the mirror, putting on the mask. Lightning flashed, rain falling down hard. Bruce was Batman.
Even though she had loved him to death, She had thought Bruce some spoiled rich boy- who always could afford to retrieve his life back if he had ever wasted it. But the thought that she and the rest of Gotham was saved by him numerous times, she had took it into her heart. So many things she thought she had knew about Bruce, only to find out that she knew a part of him most of her life. She would have wanted to be like him; to have two sides. One side where it was all fun and games, where everyone had known her and another side where she was serious and highly respected along the lines of finding what was once lost. She placed the mask back into the case, as long with his papers, and vowed to never tell his secret. She returned to bed, sleeping with his arm around her waist.
He woke up, looking down at Vivian, then getting up, grabbing his pants that she had ironed. He looked back at her. "Thank you."
She peeked one eye open, then turned to the other side.
"Don't thank me for that- thank me for getting the mustard out of your shirt." The two laughed weakly.. Suddenly the phone besides her bed rung with a disrupt bell.
He picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"Uh, yes. Is a Vivian carter here?" Bruce passed the phone to Vivian.
"Hello? No- no, it was my brother." She lied, she sat up, rolling her eyes bitterly. " Joker what?"
Bruce fought the urge to press the speakerphone. "Joker escaped- but came back? But that doesn't make any sense...Okay, I'm coming. What? Batman! I'm perfectly fine by myself-" she swallowed her words, remembering last night. "Nevermind. Okay, see you later." She hung up the phone, crying on frustration. "They need me to come in early."
"Three hours before my normal shift."
"So, basically at two?" Vivian nodded her head, slapping her thighs. She looked at the time." Oh great, and it's 11:55 now."
"What about the guy in the suit?" Bruce asked, shuffling his pants on.
Vivian looked at Bruce with a questioning stare. "What?"
"Nothing.....Oh, um- Batman has been called in to escort me with the incident Joker pulled yesterday."
"What did Joker do?"
"Joker busted out of the asylum- I'm not sure if I can believe he returned back though."
"That's nuts. I wonder why Batman wasn't the one who got to him before he could go back."
Vivian nodded her head, admiring Bruce's ability to not give himself away".....You're really good at that."
Vivian had heard herself, clearing her throat and leaving the room. "Nothing. I'm about to take a shower if you'd like to join-"
"- No I'm alright. I'm going to go home and get some sleep- it's been a long night."
"What was that yesterday-"
"I don't know. It was strange. I started to feel like I was going to pass out so I just drove over here."
"You drove over here? When you were feeling nauseous?"
"I had to go to someone I trusted before I passed out, right?" Vivian gave Bruce a weak smile, then started out the door. He grabbed her arm. "Hey..."He pulled her closer, their lips almost meeting. She smiled, then pushed away leaving Bruce in wonder as she left the room. "Damn!" she exclaimed from the other room.
"I can't find my shoes! "
"Well , you left your pumps in my car, you can put them on as I'm taking you to work."
The car ride was silent, Bruce turning down the radio. "Vivian, is there something that you need to tell me?"
"Uh- no. Not in a bad way-"
"-Are you upset with me?"
"There's no reason for me to be upset with you Bruce. I'm just tired. You know, it's still morning and-"
"- You're usually a morning person." Bruce cleared his throat. Vivian had wanted to tell him that she had discovered who he was, but she could already feel the trust Bruce would snatch away from her since she looked inside of his briefcase. She sighed, knowing that if she wouldn't have told him soon, her head was going to explode just thinking about it. "Bruce....I have something to tell you. But you have to promise me that no matter what- you will always trust me, and nothing will change."
"...Okay." Before Vivian could tell him, her phone rung. She sighed in frustration, answering her phone. "Hello?" she answered bitterly.
"Dr. Carter, this is Sharpe. Since last night, hours have become a little slower. As you already know by now , you will be with your patient for most of the day, however I would just like to inform you that Batman-"
"I am aware of Batman's visit. Everything has been situated Warden Sharpe."
"Oh well, my purpose is done. See you shortly Dr. Carter."
"And you too Warden Sharpe." She hung up the phone.
"You were saying?" Vivian thought of how he would be accompanying her today.
"Nevermind, it's not important." Before Bruce could protest, Vivian changed the subject. She laughed at her thought, saying it aloud. "You know you talk in your sleep, right?"
"Then why were you calling me a hundred times?"
" I was not!" The two started laughing. Vivian teased," You were like 'Vivian!' 'Vivian!'"
"I see you didn't leave my side though. Maybe I would of heard you answer me if you weren't snoring so hard."
"Haha- that's funny. I don't snore."
"Alright. I'll be sure to record you when you hibernate." The two laughed. Vivian looked outside of her window, sighing as she saw her workplace. "Well, this is me." Before she could leave, Bruce gestured her over, rested his hand on her shoulder and gave her a long passionate kiss. She smiled, blowing a kiss and waving goodbye. When she was gone, Bruce sat there in his seat, wondering why she had been acting differently.
She had once been with the Joker again, examining him. "Joker, it is rumored that you left the premises and returned. Now, are those rumors true?"
The Joker simply smiled at her.
"Well? I would like an answer."
He gave her a long, grim smile, then spoke." You have such pretty eyes, Vivian."
She cleared her throat and walked away from her patient, all's attention towards the creek of light bursting into the room as Batman walked in.
Joker laughed, yelling. "My eyes! I'm melting!" A guard held him by his shirt. "Quiet clown!"
The doors shut, Batman walking towards Vivian and Joker. "Oh Bats! You've come to rescue me!" Joker sarcastically swooned.
He walked up beside Vivian. "What are we waiting for?" '
"We were waiting for you" Carter replied,she then signaled the guards to roll Joker off. "Joker, would you care to share with me now?"
"Yes. I did take a walk on the other side."
"Joker- you are very bright. We both know that you clearly understand each and every rule that Arkham Asylum staff have given. Am I wrong?"
"Yes." He waited until she was looking at him." You never wear that shade of red with that uniform on."
Joker laughed, Batman's hand squeezing his jaw. "I'm not in the laughing mood, Joker."
"Bats, when have you ever been in the laughing mood. I mean- honestly. Trying to get through to this guy is like trying to chip a hole in a brick wall using a knife."He said throughout his suffocating cheeks. Batman let him go, Dr. Carter's hand trembling. The three along with the other guards walked into the elevator. The doors creaked shut, darkness in the elevator.
The Joker started to sing," The clock had hit 12, a few hours more. The clock had hit one, four hours more, The clock had hit three two hours more. The clock had hit five, time's run up." He sung over and over again. Carter looked at her watch, her eyes widening as her watch read, "5:00"
Joker smiled grimly, his fingers slowly slithering into Batman's belt, sneaking some smoke pellets as his attention was towards Vivian. "Alright Joker, time to return home."
The Joker was pushed out, the guard releasing his restraints. Dr. Carter waited patiently. The guard took Joker by the arm, giving him another shot of the medicine. The guard snarled," The doctor's orders this time, buddy." The guard guided him along Dr. Carter. Batman slid under the door before the big heavy thing could lock down on the people around him. It was now only a room of a criminal, a guard, doctor and hero. Joker smiled wide from ear to ear and chuckled and like someone had just stepped into a trap, Joker dropped the smoke pellets, wringing the guards neck and grabbing Dr.Carter as she let out a big scream. Batman charged into the smoke, guards trying to open the door on the other side.
The smoke dense away, Batman glaring at Joker as he had Vivian in a headlock, the other arm holding her waist. "Let her go Joker..."
The Joker then licked Vivian from her neck to her ear. He laughed grimly," Now do you want her back?" He glared back into Batman's eyes, then his expression changed. He had looked like what he had just tasted was some new satisfying flavor of ice cream. He licked Vivian two more times, then smacked his lips. " Actually Bats- I like the way this one tastes, get your own!" Joker laughed. Batman started towards him, the two backing up. They stepped over the twine that had been set for Batman. "Joker if you think I'll-"
"Bats, if you think I'll give a shit, then that's on you. Well, adios mi amigos!" Joker dragged Vivian, Batman started into the twine, then evading out of two big hand's ways. The hands opened, Batman running through them, his heart stopping as he saw Vivian mouth the name," Bruce." Doors started to shut behind them, Batman then charging towards them. The Joker threw Vivian into two thugs' arms as they all ran towards the bus Harley Quinn was driving.Batman had lost Vivian, her scream fading into silence. He pounded the door in front of him, the door opening up to an empty lot of cars.
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