The Killing Joke

Chapter Four: Demon in My View

From every depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still:

From the torrent, or the fountain,

From the red cliff of the mountain,

From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold,

From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying by,

From the thunder and the storm,

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view’- Edgar Allen Poe “Alone” excerpt.

            Joker caught his breath from escaping in a gasp as he saw her standing there in the doorway. Drowsy eyes full of surprise, brown hair mushed from sleep and she was wearing an old shirt and pj bottoms. His eyes narrowed as hers did the same he knew she was planning something and if he made a wrong move she would put it into action.

            “Hi-uh” he said smiling widely. Then she was gone running into the house he dashed after her thrilling in the chase.

            She flew into the room at the end of the entrance hall. When he entered the room he had barely enough time to duck when she whirled around and swung a dagger at his head it lodged itself in the door jam. He brought out his own knives while she pulled her knife free and faced him cautiously.

            “Now I really don’t know why your so upset doll face you’re the one that wanted me to come see you soon. After all this is all on you.” He said as she circled the island with him.

            She gave a derisive snort before a coffee pot full of hot coffee was thrown at his head and he ducked but found the hot liquid splashing on him regardless. Her growled dangerously in anger as he noted the bunch of kitchen knives behind him. He picked up several and started throwing them at her as she ran for the kitchen door. He followed cackling happily.

            He found her in the living room glancing at him warily until he rushed her and they both tried to cut and slice into one another. She parried each of his slashes and he found it hard to manage to block many of hers. When she started incorporating kicks and head butts into their fighting he took it up a step. He suddenly let go of her hands and grabbed her head to slam it into his. She grunted and managed to swipe one of his feet from under him.

            She fell on him trying to slice him, to be her size the girl could put her back into trying to get the knife down lower toward his face and neck. He managed to get the knife out of her hands and slung it to the far wall before he tried to get the upper hand. When he flipped them he found himself once more on his back with her fist connecting with his face.

            He couldn’t manage to catch one of her hands and so he let his free hand fly, punching into her side harshly. Then grabbed her head and head butted her again for good measure. She grunted and slipped off of him he got to his feet. He twisted his neck this way and that to get the kinks out of it and picked up the knife she had. Upon straightening he heard the click of the gun and the brush of metal on his temple.

            “Oh you! Your something else babe! You got some spunk and serious skill I like that. Though if this is the hospitality of southerners I don’t think I want to go to the south any time soon.” His breathing was only slightly heavy form the excursion.

            “This isn’t hospitality it’s called protection and defense against well intruders like you.” Her breaths came in heavy gasps and pants it seemed like it had been a while since she was in such a close quarter’s fight where she didn’t have the advantage.

            “You sound horrible there uh- doll, seems like your losing your touch.” He chuckled but paused when the gun pushed harder into his temple.

            “Why are you here? If you’re here to kill me you’re doing a very poor job.” She said.

            “Oh I didn’t come here to kill you I didn’t even have the intention of pulling my knife out. I was just the neighborhood and figured I would see if you wanted to give me a ride to the bank. I uh need to make a withdrawal.” He chuckled to himself.

            “Your serious” she said after a while in a monotonous voice.

            “Serious as death doll.” With that she lowered the gun and stomped toward her bedroom. He could hear her curses and comments through the closed door. She came out moments later with a messenger bag and brown jacket on. Grabbing the knife he had picked up earlier and slipped it in a sheath on her back.

            “Let’s go, I don’t have all day buster.” She said

            “Why exactly are you helping me? You have no reason to give me a ride.”  

            “Let’s just say I think you and I would be better allies than enemies. Besides I need to go to town anyway need some cash out of the bank.” She said moving toward the garage door. There he found a motorcycle and a nice car resting nicely inside. She went over to the motorcycle and reached him a green helmet while she took the purple and then turned on the lime green and purple beast.  He really did love the color scheme she chose for her motorcycle. “Here hop on your riding bitch.”

            He stopped fastening his helmet and watched her never bat an eyelash at what she had said. Did she just call him what he thought she did? No you see the woman seemed completely sane and not crazy enough to want to die today.

            “Excuse me?” he asked just to be sure while she hopped on the motorcycle. Her ass  showing off nicely as she swung her leg over.  

            “I said get on your taking bitch seat today. And I would hold on I’m kind of pissy right now I don’t drive the best when I’m pissy.” He just decided to overlook what she said realizing she wasn’t insulting him. He got on behind her and startled when she wrapped his arms around her middle.

            “Which bank are we going to?” she asked walking it out of her garage.

            “Gotham first national, oh and doll make it fast.” He said.

            “Fine by me you owe me a coffee pot big boy and I do expect it soon. You feel me or I promise you I will take it out of your hide.” And with those words spoken they were off faster than the blinking of an eye. His arms reflexively tightened around her.

            She drove much like he thought she lived; fast and free. She didn’t follow road rules and made her own roads when they were closed to her. She took corners too fast and crossed into oncoming traffic. This girl had no fear in her of dying, and it was refreshing to have someone be unafraid of him and everything else. That was something he very much liked about the girl, her fighting skills were impressive as well. Now that’s what he really thought was sexy about her.  

            She pulled to a stop a few feet from where a camera could get a glimpse of him and where his men were supposed to pick up just another accomplice. He swung off and handed her the helmet and went to his spot as she drove on toward the bank to get her cash. He just couldn't wait to see how she handled a bank robbery. He chuckled to himself and waited for his accomplices.

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