𝗟𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻

"Beg and Plead"

October 29th, 9:30pm
"Gotham High School, Gym"

It was nearing 10pm and it was time to announce the king and queen of the night. You and your group of friends had all decided to sit at your table and sip on some watered down punch.

Miss Opal makes her way to the stage where she picks up a microphone. It lets out a deafening squeal making you cover one of your ears.

"Good evening everyone—." As she was speaking Tim gets a glimpse of something odd. On the floor there were playing cards littered around, getting from his seat he picks one up flipping it over.

The card was joker, but not as your typical playing card. It had a mixture of purple and green—Tim immediately knew that they were in trouble. Him lifts his hand to the comm in his ear but before he could alert Bruce a loud bang was heard.

Hearing the bang caused the entire building to go into an uproar. You hearing the familiar sound of a gun shot immediately goes to get on the ground; forcing the nearest person down with you.

Tim follows your action, getting his body as close to the ground as possible.

A maniacal laugh could be heard through the now silent gym, looking towards the stage stood the Joker standing over Miss Opals now lifeless body. "Who needs a crown when you can wear a smile—.!"

He couldn't hold in his laugh as he loaded shots into the air. The shots caused the people in the room to flinch, the sound of people sobbing could be heard through out the gym.

"Now—it has come to my attention that some of you don't know who I am, or you do not care about who I am." As he spoke a number of goons made their way inside; blocking many of the exits. "—and that makes me sad, so me and my boys thought it would be fun to let you all know who I am!"

He reloads his gun as he paces the stage, "Now, I do not plan on killing all of you— No ,only some of you. Enough to leave a message to all of Gotham." You feel the tears stream down your face.

You feel April reach for your hand, her own face laced with fear.

"My boys are going to choose from the lot of you, if you're not chosen consider yourself lucky, and if you were—then you're even more lucky. Your life is going to a good cause."

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Bruce and the others were outside of the gym, listening to the entire fiasco, "why the fuck are we just sitting here? We need to get in there!" Damion could feel his chest tighten. "I hate to admit that I have to agree with the parasite." Jason proclaimed.

"There's over thirty guys in there with more about a hundred bystanders, if we go in there guns blazing they could get hurt." Bruce was also eager to get in there, you and Tim were in there. He was a wreck but he knew he had to play this safe.

"Yeah, like he didn't just fucking kill someone." Jason rose his voice slightly.

"Listen, Alfred and Jackie are working on looking at the live camera footage which will help you guys, I have Harley and Selena coming for recon and backup. You Three work on taking out at as many guards as quickly,and quietly as you can." "I'll fill Tim in on the comms, and at the first opportunity to get Y/n out of there you take it." The three sidekicks agree and branch out.

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One by one the goons picked out who they thought should meet their end. One of them starts to make their way to your group and your heart instantly drops.

The man grips you by your forearm forcing you from the ground. "No!" April lunges at the man, trying to pull you away from him.

However, one of his buddies comes and yanks April by her hair, forcing her back to the ground.

Juniper and Erin go to help April while Tim and Jaime reach for you, but are held down by two other guys. You try to wriggle your way out of the grip of the person dragging you to the stage, but your efforts weren't successful.

You were the final person on the stage. The joker circles the lot of you—counting you all as he went. Stopping in front of you, the smile he wore grew even wider. "You're beautiful." He drags his gun across your cheek; the cool metal making you shiver.

"I think I'll keep you." Your mind rushed with what he meant by 'keep you' and your eyes snapped shut and tears flowed down your face. You shake your head 'no' thinking dying would be better than whatever torture he would put you through.

"Look at me." He roughly grabbed your face, "Now give me a smile, no need to be so serious, this is a happy moment my dear!" He forces your cheeks up making you smile, he then lets out a laugh, his breath hitting your face.

"Come walk with me." Grabbing you by the back on the neck he walks you down the stage to the main floor. Standing next to you he makes you stare at the sight in front of you.

Around fifteen students stood on the stage all with their own personal goin behind them—all accompanied by a small hand gun aimed at the students heads.

"No need to cry, you're in for a show!" His voiced raised. He takes his own gun and aims it at your head, "If you flinch or even think about looking always I'll blast that pretty head off those shoulders." "You hear me?" Your body so in shock, you don't know how to react. "I said did you FUCKING hear me!?!" Raising his voice you vigorously nod your head; your eyes wide open.

"Alright then. Now let's make this a homecoming to remember."

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