Melted Gold

GunShot

Jack was sitting in the car, his hands shaking and his foot tapping relentlessly as they waited near the gates of Wayne Manor. Jack had asked Alphred to take in Jason for the next few days so he could look after the Two Face problem. The elderly man had agreed before Jack had even finished asking him and as much as Jack himself wanted to step through those gates and throw himself at Bruce, he wasn't ready.

"Be good," Jack said softly and Jason looked up at him with puppy eyes and a pout, "Seriously, Jason, I don't want to come back here and learn you've done something, just...please."

"Okay, but you'll be back for me, right?" He asked, looking down at his lap and fiddling with the strings of his hoodie, "You won't just ditch me here."

"I'll be back, I promise, okay?" Jack ruffled the boy's hair and opened the car door for him, "Don't let Bruce scare you either, alright?"

"I'll try," Jason mumbled and headed for the gates. Alfred was already waiting for him, opening the gate and letting the boy inside, the old man turned to look at Jack and gave him a single nod before leading the young teen inside the grounds.

Jack took a deep breath and drove away, looking back in the rearview mirror, watching the one place he thought had been home shrink and then disappear as he moved into traffic. He would have to make his way to Arkham, that was the last known location of Riddler, he had been hiding out there since the big breakout and fire. Getting in shouldn't be too hard, considering that Superman had punched a hole right through the middle of the place.

Jack giggled at the memory, his hands tightening on the wheel, his foot pressing deeper into the gas, speeding his way through the streets, faster and faster, running lights and cutting off several cars.

Like a switch in his head, Jack fell back into the Joker like a pair of well loved shoes and his giggling grew into laughter, his foot pressed tight against the gas as his driving became more and more deadly, drifting around the next corner at neck breaking speed and paying little mind to the pedestrian he nearly killed. Maybe he wanted the cops to catch him, maybe he wanted someone to stop him as he raced towards the old prison, the car crashing through what was left of the front gate and he parked the vehicle through the front door.

"Knock Knock!" He howled as he crawled out of the sunroof and stood for a moment. He felt his smile stretch painfully as the silence of the prison echoed around him. He stood out in his pristine white suit, like a doll newly bought his curls fell around his shoulders in mane of green. He hopped on to the hood and waited for a moment before stepping down to the floor. He held his cane tight as he started to walk through the decrepit building. Barely into winter and it looked as if the place had been ransacked and left for dead years ago.

"Olly Olly Oxen Free!" Joker sang as he danced and turned, hopping over some fallen medical bed and continued deeper in the prison. He felt the hairs on his arms raise and a tickling at the back of his neck called for caution as he came up to the games room. Joker stepped close to the wall as the scent of cigars wafted from his memory, pain and the taste of tobacco brought bile from his stomach and he forced his breathing to keep pace as his heart lurched into his throat.

Something crashed and Joker reached for the gun at his ribs, neon green meeting neon green as a cat slinked out from a locker, hissing from behind a locked gate. Joker wondered if the poor thing was one of Selina's children, wondered if she was a trap for the Fem Fatale. He stood still for a while longer before he slipped into the games room, he'd come back for the cat later.

Twoface was all about control, he wanted it, he thrived off it, it was why he forced his control on to others. Joker's eyes narrowed as he remembered the kind of control Dent had forced on to him. Joker remembered teeth on his shoulder, nails on his hips and a hand in his hair. He remembered tearing a chunk of hair from Twoface's scalp, ripping his nails into the clean side of the man's face and biting into flesh when the man above him tried to silence him.