"my names daniel howell."
"that's a lovely name. do your friends call you dan?"
"well, you see, i don't have many friends."
"well dan, you have one now."
(joker!phil - harley!dan)
based off numerous batman centered video games/fan fictions and movi...
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^^ just so u have an idea how everything looks :-)
"Isn't it hard to breath when you're underground?" I say, mindlessly rubbing my white collar between my fingers. It was too crisp.
"No, instead you just choke on your own mistakes and blood." Jack says. He gives me a deep look and scoffs, "yes, what did you think? You'd just breath in dirt?"
"It's a song, you knob head. Anyway, where's the new one at? I'm assigned to him."
"Over there. We had to lock him up with the strongest chains we got." Some water drips from the ceiling on his hat. "Goddamn it. Blackgate is slowly dissolving into my dad's career."
"So, it's turning into nothing?"
He glares at me. "Don't piss me off boy, I know where you sleep."
"Mmhm." I say. He walks off whistling.
I sigh, then adjust my collars and long grey cloak. The guy I'm about to see is the worst in Manchester. For an asshole like Jack to lock him up with the 'strongest chains' they have means that he's barely tied down.
I take a deep breath and walk to the door with the least amount of red on it. The other doors almost look like a paint fight took place. Let's just say that some criminals don't go down easy.
I put my hand on the cold and dirty handle and open the door. Stepping inside, I catch the scent of faraway mint and dried roses. Unusual, I usually expect smells of terror and fear. Of sweat, tears, blood. I don't expect flowers and mints.
I swallow and hold my board more tightly. "Hello," I say briskly. Confidence soon fills into my bones as I walk to the chair beside the metal table. The man has bright, bright blue hair and a pale face. His lips are bright red.
"Oh hello, darling." He tilts his head so he can look at me. "How are you today?"
I ignore his questions and go straight to questioning him. "How are you today?"
"Oh honey, I'm about as great as I'll ever be," he grins, "do you know that feeling where everything is good and beautiful in the world but you're not? Of a great, pulsing waterfall of good but you're caught in the forest surrounding it, unable to find it?"
"Yes, yes I do."
"And every time you would try to go into the forest something, or someone pulls you back? It's like a huge shove when you catch sight of the beautiful water and then bam, you've fallen back into the forest. I know somebody like that."
"What is his name?"
"Well I can't tell you that already! That would ruin the whole story!"
I laugh a little, and he smiles.
"Oh, you haven't even told me anything about yourself! So rude of me. What's your name?"
"Daniel Howell."
"That's a lovely name! Do your friends call you Dan?"
