A new beginning. But was it really though? (Y/N) always wanted this. The thought of it has always been a loyal companion in her mind. Even if everything was ok. The desire to commit to this always crept up from the darkest depths of her web of lies. Lies that society planted in their heads. This was a safe place. A safe place for the people who broke the wall between the poor and the rich. A safe place for the people who looked into the eyes of reality and saw the future. A safe place for the people who understood his vision.
The Joker really did it. He created something so massive, so glorious so powerful, that people are drawn to it like moths are drawn to the light. He was their light. They were his moths. (Y/N) was one of them now.
She slowly walked up to the giant doors of an abandoned warehouse, her new home. As the great door towered itself before (Y/N), she felt a feeling, that she only experienced once in her lifetime. Completion. She was complete. Nothing in her life ever made more sense and ever felt so right.
With three loud knocks, she dared to take the last step. No answer. Suddenly she felt the presence of multiple people behind her. (Y/N) could feel their eyes like knifes in her back. So she turned around.
Nothing.
"What's your deal, lady?" A commanding but calm voice suddenly came from a small gap in the door. (Y/N) startled, but didn't let that influence her confidence. "I always thought that my life is a tragedy", she started. "But now I realised, it's a comedy."
The voice stayed silent for a while, then she heard whispering. The whispering stopped and (Y/N) heard the squeaking and the rusty parts of the door falling off as it was opened. (Y/N) was ready but wasn't at the same time. What she saw fascinated her to the point that she got scared and didn't know what was real or not.
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So. Many. People. All looking at her like an Animal in the zoo. The warehouse was decorated with graffiti on the wall and some curtains hanging from some of the walls. And there were many posters as well. They were hanging everywhere. One of them read: "WE ARE ALL CLOWNS" (Y/N) smiled a little. Yes we are indeed. Her thoughts were interrupted by the voice that encountered her at the entrance. He was tall and wore a blue overall with a white shirt. "Welcome to the party.", he said and everyone cheered. (Y/N) was now laughing at how surreal this felt. She really did it. Everything she gave up on was worth it. I'm home.
So it was time to make herself at home. Even though the warehouse was huge, (Y/N) found if hard to find spare space for her stuff. People, beds and piles of random things were everywhere. She only brought a little bag with her things with her, such as her teddy bear or her little music box. After all these years she still hasn't figured out what song it was playing. She just knew that it was beautiful. Another thing in the bag was her selfmade badge. Before coming here, (Y/N) was an undercover detective that helped the poor in Gotham. She only solved little crimes but still managed to help the people in need. She loved it. Giving it up was hard, but she didn't regret it after seeing all this. (Y/N) didn't want to go professional, since the police were ruled by the rich. And just like everyone, she hated them.
After awhile of walking around, (Y/N) found a little spare space that she claimed herself. She would be sleeping on the ground tonight, but it wasn't a big deal. On her little "walk" through the warehouse, she already met some people. All kinds of personalities were scattered around. But it didn't matter how different they were, they were all a family in a strange way. Everyone shared the same goal: Kill. The. Rich.
"(Y/N)!", someone shouted and interrupted her thoughts. As she was searching for the origin of the scream. As she saw someone charging at her, she knew who it was. "Dustin!" A young teen with frizzy blonde hair and a baseball cap who wore a white hoodie over a pair of black jeans waved hysterically. (Y/N) smiled ear to ear and hugged her former best friend and colleague. "Oh gosh it's been so long!" A warm feeling spread around Her body. Finally someone she knew. As the hug loosend Dustin asked: "What are you doing here?" "The right thing.", (Y/N) answered. Dustin smiled and they both decided to sit down.
(Y/N) rembered the small job they were colleagues in. A shitty cinema with shitty loan. But the free Sodas and popcorn buckets were worth it. This job lasted for 3 Months and (Y/N) and Dustin became close friends. They became inseparable, but never anything closer than friends. However, after they both got fired for being unprofessional, they parted ways and haven't spoken ever since. Until this day. They had much to talk about. Dustin told (Y/N) about his life in the rebellion. He told her about his girlfriend that he met in the demonstrations, his position in the demonstrations and so much more. It was like he was feeding you the information that you needed to survive in this colourful mess. This was the start of something good. And you were ready. Just about as Dustin finished telling the story of his life, they got interrupted by screaming.
"Attention!"
All the heads turned to the centre of the giant complex. (Y/N) recognized the voice of the man from before. As she fought her way through the crowd to get a closer look to what is happening, her eyes met a gaze. His gaze.
