batman x joker

Hostage

"What do you want, Joker?" I kept my eyes on the floor, hoping for the best he gives up with his stupid little "game" and kills me already. He clicked his fingers and two henchmen in clown masks ran forward. Joker gestured to me and the henchmen grabbed my chin and thrusted my head up, forcing me to look up at him.

"Life's always about wanting. Isn't it, Batman?" He drawled, dramatically waving his hands in the air, "Oh, I want this! Oh, I want that! You see Batsy, sometimes, we lose ourselves over our greed and drown in the suffocating guilt of having "too much" or "too little". I don't want anything;" Joker giggles, his ghastly smile torn from ear to ear, "I need something."

I narrowed my eyes and stayed unresponsive. Joker leans towards me until our noses are almost touching, his eyes lighting up. I stared into his face trying to maintain his focus in the tension of what little air was left between our faces. Meanwhile, I fiddled with my utility belt behind my back, trying to open up one of the compartments. Maybe I can find a knife or a blade of some sort.  Nothing. Even a sharp screwdriver would be helpful. It's empty. He must've emptied it out while I was unconscious. Shit.

"What are you playing at?" I ask gruffly. Joker giggled again.

"If I told you, it'd ruin the fun."

"Fun?" I repeat. I give an unenthusiastic grunt, I have grown tired of Joker's sick, twisted humour. I mean, look at the entrance he gave me, I'm quite literally surrounded by a multicoloured assortment of corpses hanging from the ceiling. Last Tuesday, he blew up a bank and I found him twirling around on the streets as the remains of what used to be Gotham's currency and some unfortunate bank tellers and civilians rained down on him. And he was laughing. There were dead bodies splattered and strewn all across the street, and he was laughing. This time, he knocks me unconscious and ties me to a chair.

I looked at him again, and that's when I noticed something was different about him. His hair was gelled back, his makeup applied in a certain way so it didn't break apart in the creases of his skin and was that.. cologne?! I took a few steady breaths just to make sure. Yep, I was right. Cologne, not laughing gas, cologne. I could only imagine what kind of "fun" Joker had planned for me today. I sat, motionless and stared up at him. It was certainly harder to come across as an intimidating super hero that ruined his life for free and only to the praise of the people.

Joker bobbed his head up and down ecstatically, a grin tearing across his face.

"Oh, you and I are going to have so much fun, Batsy!"