Fractured (ON HOLD)

Chapter 10 Really....?

Third pov

The monstrous combination of green, purple and ghost white skin is someone easily recognized as Joker.

"Fuck my life..." Marinette mutters while taking stock of the situation.

There's three people she can see from here that isn't Joker or his goons. Only one of them looks to be breathing.

"Thank you! Thank you! I am everyone's favorite clown- Drum roll please- JOKER!"

Really? Why? Why here, why now?

She just wanted some groceries!
She hasn't even had a decent coffee yet!

"Well, well, well, I see a survivor. Why don't you join us?" Joker says when he sees her head sticking out from her hiding place.

"No thanks." She calls back. "I can see your god-awful clothing choice from here well enough."

There's cricket sounds for a few seconds and Marinette isn't entierly sure she's imagining them.

"My clothes? Awful?" He sounds genuinely speechless for a moment before laughing loudly.

He's definitely perfected the psychotic laughter part of his clown shtick.

One of the larger goons is moving towards her, slowed down by the broken pieces of whatever was in the way of the bomb.

Marinette mumbles to herself. "I'm the only normal person here. Everyone else is just.... Weird. So weird."

Up closer the man's clown mask sticks out more than his height. It reminds her of an akuma that used to be in Paris every few weeks until the kids parents took him out of the country.

The guy didn't say anything as he tried to grab her.

Marinette twisted out of the way, wincing when she felt her knee crunching. Despite the fact that it was already healing it hurt like hell.

The fact that she'd had the audacity to not get captured was like a red flag for a bull and he charged at her.

That he hit the wall behind her when she moved didn't speak well for his intelligence.

Apparently Joker agreed. "Well, that was anticlimactic. Guess Bungo will have to do it."

Bungo, also a mountain of muscle, was quick on his feet and apparently not willing to not give Joker what he wanted.

What exactly Joker wanted, Marinette did not want to know.

"Jesus Christ-" She ducked and rolled away from the fist heading her way, then she kicked as hich as she could sending the guy sprawling on the ground.

There were actual crickets when she looked up at Joker. "Are you going to fight yourself or are you too scared? You're like a bad Pennywise rip-off and even he killed people on his own."

She felt like cracking up when Joker deadpan tried to shoot her.

The bullet was stopped by a batangarang and a black clad woman kicking Joker, landing and effectively tying the man up.

The woman turned to Marinette motioning to her to ask if she's okay.

"I'm fine."

The head tilt is sceptic but the woman does give an acknowledging nod.

"Miss!"

There's cops swarming the area now, taking care of the wounded and looking over the damage.

One cop comes up to her. "I have never seen a civilian do something like that. That was very dangerous."

The cop looks like a rookie. Young and squishy cheeked.