I look at the clean warehouse wall shaking the can of purple spray paint thourghly. I begin my picture of Joker with his purple suit. As I'm finishing the shoulders I start shaking the white I am going to use for his face. As soon as I begin his face I hear a deep voice speaking a language I dont know.
A hand grabs my shoulder and turns me around. There stands a huge, muscular man who must be at least seven feet tall. He begins yelling at me in a language I don't understand. He grabs the spray paint out of my hand and throws it the length of a football field.
"HEY! I was going to use that" I yell angrily. He squints at me then growls.
"Oh crap this can't be good." His huge hand makes a fist amd he tries to hit me on the head with it. I jump out of the way and run into the warehouse kicking up dirt as i run. He begins running after me, his feet making the whole floor of the warehouse shake.
While running I pick up things and throw them behind me, some hit him some don't. I began climbing the steps two at a time trying to get away from the man. When I got to the end of the staircase knife after knife was thrown at me. I dodged them easily and jump to a crate. He pulls me off the crate and tosses me to the other side of the loft. I flip in the air and land perfectly. He charges at me and I dodge then bring the flat of my foot to his temple. He stumbles but doesn't fall. He charges again and this time I jump to the railing on the loft.
I almost lose my balance as he charges me. When he reaches for me i grab his hands and flip so he goes flying off the loft. He lands with a loud thud that makes me fall over the railing. I land in a croutched position. The man is nowhere to be seen.
I feel arms wrap around my shoulders. I'm lifted into the air and thrown into a cargo box. My left arm hurt like hell when it hit the wooden crate. I ducked behind the box as he began looking for me. I quickly ran up the stairs and grabbed one of his knives. From the railing of the loft I waited patiently for him to come into my line of vision. As he stepped out from under the loft I jumped off the railing and onto his back. The knife quickly made it's way into his wind pipe. Blood splat infront of him and he began suffocating. When he finally hit the ground I got off his back.
I walked out of the warehouse with only a few specks of my blood on my jeans and shoes. I turned to the warhouse wall clutching my arm. I picked up the can of green and wrote in big letters:
Not Today.
I walked away from the wall with my phone next to my ear. Headquarters would be getting a call from me.
