Can You Find Me? (The Dark Knight) Even in the Dark?

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A/N: I may have a small obsession with The Dark Knight...This is only the prologue, but I hope you all will enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it!

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A few miles away there was an apartment. Supposedly one that had been deserted for years. It would have been left alone, if not for the TV blaring loudly. The apartment door was found hanging open, swinging idly. The tenant below came up to investigate, for he was a conservative man, and didn’t like to have any trouble.

The old man entered, only to find the room in chaotic disarray. Clothes lay everywhere, and it seemed that dirt had been tracked in, along with what appeared to be dried blood. But no, the man told himself, it couldn’t be blood. A terrible smell drifted along with the breeze, smelling oddly like decay, and worse than anything that he had smelled. For years, it would haunt him.

He went into the bedroom, only to pause and watch the TV. News flashed by; a couple dead in Gotham. Money stolen. Gangs fighting. Mob bosses. And then, the worst news of all. A horrible clown faced man, grinning at the camera, makeup smeared over his face in an ironic attempt to cover his scars. His laugh was haunting, his eyes insane. The man listened harder to the reporter’s droning voice.

“The latest just in, the supposedly dead criminal known as the “Joker” has struck again. He is back – yes. Is it a copy cat, or is it the real thing? This video tells all.”

A shaky home video style video played, the Joker’s face looming in front of the camera, laughing hysterically. “Hello there everyone. Surprised to see me? Me too! Hahahaha! It’s me, again! No fakey fakeys here, Batman. I’m back. And you. You’re going to be dead.”

With an evil cackle the camera flashed off, and was replaced by the news reporter, looking shaken.

The old man shut the TV off, shuddering. The smell was worse in the room, and the man went to investigate. He pulled open the bathroom door, and out fell a girl. He gasped and backed away, the stench now unbearable. The girl was obviously dead – her blonde hair was matted with dried blood, and her neck was twisted unnaturally. She was dead. And fluttering around the room were joker cards.

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