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Thread: I Started A Joke (SevenxChantho)

Another hour went by without interruption and Batman was beginning to think it was time to give up for the night. It was four A.M. and his search hadnt yielded so much as a hint of foul play. By now, the vigilante was halfway across the city, only about five miles from the Narrows. He calculated it would take perhaps fifteen minutes to get back to the manor. As he rose to his full height from where hed been crouched atop the Surh Complex he caught a flash of movement from the corner of his eye. Spinning round he saw a woman, middle aged and wearing a business suit step across the roof of the building opposite. Her eyes were shadowed and she seemed completely unaware of where she was. Drawing ever closer to the edge Batman realized her intent and jumped into action. He had to be careful not to alarm her, which was easier said than done since hes specifically designed his image to be intimidating. Miss, he called carefully, not wanting to startle her. It was awkward, he was unused to addressing people in this manner. Normally interactions consisted of him sneaking up on a criminal and beating the ever loving shit out of them. The woman turned her head slowly to look at him and he was struck by how empty her face was, how completely void of any sort of emotion. She paused, and he took a few steps closer. Dont be frightened. Im just going to help you down. This statement resulted in the first semblance of expression from the female. Her brows knit together and she backed away from him. I cant take it anymore... Stay away from me. She was only a few stories above him. He could swing across and grab her before she got any further. Batman reached for his utility belt and his fingers closed around the grappling gun. Stay calm, Im coming down to get you. Blank eyes stared through him as he upholstered the gun and raised it towards the roof, taking aim. Dont move, just stay there. Dont move. She disappeared from his line of sight. Damn! He fired, the cord shot up and hooked over the edge of the roof, pulling him up with it. Come on, come on Batman hit the other side with a thump and hoisted himself the rest of the way up just in time to see the flash of skirt as the woman hed been trying to save vanished over the precipice. No! He raced after her and dropped to his knees to catch anything he could reach. But it was too late. He body hurtled down forty stories and crashed into the pavement below before hed even reached the ledge. The whole thing had barely enough time to register when a block down at almost the same time a man stepped out from the curb and right into the path of an oncoming bus. All the masked crusader could do was gaze, shocked at what hed failed to stop and wonder how in the hell two people had decided to commit suicide at the exact same time.
Thread: I Started A Joke (SevenxChantho)

Even through the violent shaking, Batman could see the Joker's smile and had to fight the urge to knock the bastard unconscious. It wouldn't have made much of a difference. The escaped convict was well on his way there, the way this was going. Tossing the contents of the man's pockets aside, he shifted the body in his arms so that there was a little more support on the head. Holding the Joker like this felt wrong and it took all his self control not to just drop him there and go on home. No, he already knew where that would lead. Besides.... Something was definitely off. When the spasms began to die down he knew it was time to make a decision. He removed a pair of handcuffs from his belt and clicked them around the Joker's thin wrists. No need to take more unnecessary risks than he was already about to. God, this was the worst idea he'd ever had. Batman got to his feet, hauling the other man up with him. Anyone else would have though he was being rough, but the Joker would notice the restraint in effect. the vigilante was being considerably gentler than he would have under other circumstances. Batman returned to the pod, practically carrying his enemy along without a word of explanation. Sirens were wailing in the distance so there wasn't time for hesitation or questioning. At least not here. That would come later. The top to the vehicle slid back when they drew near, a new adjustment he was grateful for. Lucius had made several fine modifications to the pod a few weeks earlier. It was roomier, for one, without making the vehicle bigger and the overall look was sleeker. It stood out less, looking more like a car than an experimental military tank. Of course, that hardly meant the bat pod was inconspicuous, but then it would never really be that anyway. Once the Joker was secured in the passenger side of the pod, Batman slid in beside him and the roof closed again. For several seconds he sat there, hands resting on the control and know idea of what to do next. His eyes shot over to look at the soaked, filthy form of the man who made his life hell. Perhaps he should have invested in some way to shut him up before the Joker recovered the use of his voice. He really was not in the mood to listen to the cracked, gloating voice urge him towards something that wouldn't ever happen.
Thread: I Started A Joke (SevenxChantho)

The peripherals of his vision were fading away, leaving the entire world soft around the edges light was becoming scarce and every part of the Joker's body was aching, muscles twitching and twinging from the after-effects of a full body seizure - it was urging him to let go, to fade into unconsciousness. But no. He wanted to stay awake just a little - just a little longer because the Bat was there. Because, out of every creature and cretin and sad little citizen that lived in Gotham city, it was Batman who found him, Batman who was giving him that pensive look, Batman who was touching him and man-handling him. It was a gleeful moment for the Joker, being so close to his nemesis, so close to the man he loathed and adored with everything he had. It was so nice, really it was, it was worth the agony, always worth the beatings and the falls and the broken bits of himself because those healed and went away, but the memories - oh they stayed with him. He couldn't remember much about his past, and sometimes the days were confused for the Joker, but he always remembered those times with the dark knight. How could he ever forget them? And besides, for all he knew, he would wake up in a white room all over again. Or another jail cell. Or maybe the bottom of a well, if the Batman gave into his urges - it would just be a shame to miss the moment that the caped crusader broke his rules. He wanted to see that, it was almost perverse how badly he wanted to watch the man break, crumble, crumple, fall and completely lose himself. He wanted to see what would be unleashed if the Batman was unrestrained, oh he could be so much more . Joker was aware enough that he could feel something cool and heavy click around his wrists - yes, yes. Cuffs. Arms beneath him, the feeling of the ridged armour again, and then the strange sensation of being lifted - carried. Unable to remember his childhood, the Joker had no memories of experiencing anything like this, but he rather wished he had the mental capacity to kick his legs a little and shout 'wee' just to make the hero uncomfortable. Shoulda, coulda, woulda. He blinked once, slowly, and realized he was sitting in a vehicle - but not the seat of an armoured car or the rolling gurney of an Arkham ambulance, no, the LCD screens that flashed as a blur of blue in his vision told him he was sitting inside of the Tumbler, or what the Joker had mentally and lovingly labelled the 'batmobile'. Classy. There were so many things he wanted to say, so many pretty buttons he could have pushed. The Joker managed to turn his head to the left a little, catching a glimpse of the dark knight as he climbed into the passenger seat. There was a long moment where the clown just stared at Batman, an unfocused look that was coupled with one of the clown's unnerving smiles, something giddy and almost child-like, before his eyes rolled back and he slumped in the seat. He would have to push buttons later, then.
Thread: I Started A Joke (SevenxChantho)

For several seconds after settling into the driver's side, Batman just sat there, debating what to do next. There were two options he could choose, the first was obvious. Take the Joker back to Arkham where he'd be treated and escape within the next few days. Or.... What? He'd already taken a step in that unfocused direction, but where did it lead? Dark eyes flicked over to the man slumped in the seat beside him. Oh he could see the gears turning. Even in this state he could tell that the other was thinking of all the things he'd be doing if his body wasn't in such a sorry state. The words he'd spew had he been able to speak were practically audible. Batman hated the way those eyes never seemed to blink or change focus, always watching him. He grunted and looked away again. Too much more of this and the Joker would begin to suspect that he didn't actually have a plan and that all this was just him floundering for a course of action. The illusion of control needed to be maintained. Panels lit up as gloved fingers flashed over the buttons that brought the vehicle to life. The engine thrummed and a pale, electronic glow was cast over the cab. Okay...Time to make a decision. Batman threw the car into gear and tore off with the kind of fervor he normally observed when leaving the cave, not returning to it. He wasn't going to give himself the chance to change his mind. The Joker had been allowed to get away with too much. Every time they met nothing ever veered from the set expectations, it was the same cycle over and over again and nothing was ever accomplished. Well not this time. This time he was going to make sure the Joker stayed someplace where he wouldn't have a chance to hurt anyone else. And he could only think of one place where the man would be under his almost constant watch. The bat cave. They were both going to get what they wanted in a way. Batman would have his nemesis safely away from the citizens of Gotham and the Joker would have... well, him. Jesus. The dark knight clenched his jaw as the tumbler swung around a corner and onto another street. Alfred was going to think he'd gone crazy, and right now, he wasn't entirely sure that wasn't true. Because a sane person wouldn't even consider bringing a known terrorist into their home. The cave couldn't really be considered his home, but it was the only place where he felt truly secure. He'd almost rather have the Joker tearing up Bruce Wayne's penthouse. Almost.
Thread: I Started A Joke (SevenxChantho)

Floral patterned fine-boned china teacups rattled on their saucers and shook the glass doors of the cabinets they had been lovingly laid out in Alfred put a hand out to stop the violent shaking, glancing down at the floor and frowning disapprovingly - it had been a mistake to put anything delicate near the South-East wing, but leaving the area completely bare was more suspicious. That, and he rather liked the look of malcontent on the young Master's face every time he saw the flowery things after just stepping in from a long night of crime fighting - it tickled some distant funny bone of his. But Alfred was quite sure there would be nothing to laugh at that evening - not if the sound of the tumbler roaring home was any indication it was relatively common for Bruce to leave the household in a hurry, tearing out of the cave so quickly that it would leave plumes of dust and smoke, but by the end of the night, he was normally too worn out, too exhausted to have the energy or enthusiasm for that sort of thing. So the sound of the engine blasting back in was enough to set off alarm bells in the caretaker's head - he immediately went for a first aid kit before making the rattling trek down to the cave, expecting the worse. The last time this had happened, Master Wayne had brought Ms. Dawes back with him, scarcely alive. Now, of course, he knew it wouldn't be her - he couldn't imagine who else the Master would ever bring into the dark little world he had built in the Wayne Manor foundations. The elevator opened and Alfred stepped out onto the sleek rocks, immediately hit by the familiar, organic smell of the cave he wasn't as fond of it as Bruce was, however, everyone had their eccentricities. For some it was collecting porcelain dolls, or having too many cats - for others, it was donning armour and flying out in the night. For good cause, of course. Always. But from time to time the painfully paternal part of him wanted to always make sure Bruce was safe and out of danger - he had seen the scars that the Master had received during his self-appointed duties and he knew there would be many more of them. He just hoped none of them would leave anything more than a surface wound Bruce had enough deep ones already. Alfred picked his way across the rocks and towards the tumbler, first aid kit slung over his shoulder, calling out Perhaps Lucius should have a look at that machine, he said, Or maybe give it a bloody muffler.
Thread: I Started A Joke (SevenxChantho)

I'll remember to to mention that my armored car needs to be a little quieter next time I see him. The door was already opened and closed before Alfred had posed the suggestion. At the end of a long night it was always a comfort to hear the older man's voice greeting him. The butler was the one constant in his hectic life, the person he trusted more than anyone else. When everyone else had come and gone Alfred was still there, and some part of Bruce expected he always would be. Right now, he was relying on his oldest friend not to throw in the towel when he revealed what was waiting in the tumbler. Listen Alfred.... He dropped his voice an octave, glancing back at the tinted windows as he spoke. It was the first time in while that he hadn't removed his cowl upon returning home. Remember what you always say about bringing my work home with me? Well I might have pushed that a bit farther than you're used to. Without trying to explain any further, he went around to the passenger's side and opened the door. In a few seconds he was carefully hauling the unconscious Joker out of the seat, his hands still cuffed, and slamming the door shut again. There wasn't much he could say. The presence of the criminal did all the talking for him.
Thread: I Started A Joke (SevenxChantho)

Having raised Bruce from a baby and taking on the parental role following the passing of his mother and father, Alfred had become accustomed to being able to read Bruce like an open book, despite his closed off personality. However, the cowl made things more difficult, so Alfred found himself watching Master Wayne very carefully - the very presence of the mask was foreboding considering that he normally would have removed it by now, but it was the surreptitious glance towards the tumbler that made Alfred especially suspicious. There was something - someone? - in the vehicle. Alfred said nothing, he simply waited in silence as Bruce went to the tumbler and removed a rumpled mess. It took a moment of focusing to realize what was in his arms, partly because the sheer filthiness made it difficult to identify it as a human being, but the mess of make-up - he had seen it before, of course. Who in Gotham city hadn't? It was the face that had been broadcast on cameras, cackling gleefully and waving a knife. It was the face of the man who had invited himself to the Dent fundraiser - the man who had taken hold of Rachel and dangled her out a window. The man responsible for her death, and for the death of Harvey Dent. Alfred remained admirably stoic, but a crease formed between his brows, eyes flicking from the Joker and back to Bruce the Joker twitched, once, in the Master's arms. Should I put out the fine linens, then, sir? he asked drily.
Thread: I Started A Joke (SevenxChantho)

Bruce smirked in response, mouth twisting in a semblance of good humor that didn't reach his eyes. No, I don't think that will be necessary. Thank you Alfred. There was a room in the back of the cave he sometimes used on nights when he was either too hurt or too exhausted to make to the manor without collapsing. It would serve a different purpose now. Luckily no changes needed to be made to suit its new occupant. The furnishings were simple- a single twin bed in one corner and a sink with a cracked mirror in the other. An arch with a plastic curtain instead of a door led to a smaller room where there was an open sower and a toilet. Bruce didn't spend much time in it, so he'd never bothered to fix it up. He supposed, in retrospect, it did rather resemble a prison, but he wasn't about to add any homey touches to make it more comfortable for a man he hated. What would the Joker even consider 'homey touches'? H decided he'd rather not know. Carrying the unconscious clown to the room in question, Batman called back I may need some medical supplies though. He's sick, maybe dehydrated. Oh, and some dry clothes. Without waiting for a response he ducked into the rest area and laid his enemy carefully on the bed. Now what? He had to be crazy as the Joker, bringing him back like his, and yet it still made some twisted kind of sense.
Thread: I Started A Joke (SevenxChantho)

There had been times in the past where Alfred had questioned Bruce's mental state - after all, who could blame him for occasionally being concerned - but all of those instances had been terribly brief before he would convince himself that Bruce had managed to keep his sanity intact despite an arduous history in his relatively short life. However, at that particular moment, Alfred found himself miserably trying to fight off the thought that perhaps some fine wire inside of the young Master's brain had finally snapped under the weight of the city. And now he was bringing clowns home. And putting them to bed. Thankfully, Alfred had always been possessed of endless self-restraint he followed Bruce into the stone-walled room and set down the medical kit he had brought with him before exiting again, dissappearing to retrieve dry clothes - which he dug up from the guest bedroom in the form of a pair of cotton pyjamas, the proper sort with buttons up the front, lapels, and a little breast pocket - and as an afterthought, taking a stack of towels. He handed the clothes to Bruce, I'm sure the colour will do wonders for him. Alfred said, eyeing the unconscious criminal though he wanted to deny it, he found he could follow Bruce's line of thinking. Chances were that Bruce had come across the Joker in his current state - morals and self-ordained rules had deemed that Bruce couldn't simply kill the Joker, but turning him in to Arkham asylum had proved a fruitless endeavor time and again. He understood why Bruce had chosen this - he just wasn't sure it was the best option. Even though it was the most humane. Alfred eyed the sorry state of the criminal, then reconsidered that the Joker, as he understood, had referred to himself as a mad dog from time to time. It was a metaphor that had Alfred considering that Bruce Wayne was a much better man than he would ever be, because in the world that Alfred had come from, rabid animals got put down. Maybe it was the make-up - the ghastly red and white and black that had been smeared from the elements and were running in rivulets of colour from sweat, sticking in cuts and matting hair. He was filthy. He hardly looked human. Alfred reminded himself that the Joker was a human being it was difficult to do. You've got your work cut out for you, then. Alfred said, crossing over to the sink for a moment he approached the clown with the air of one approaching an atomic bomb that has only a few seconds left before detonation, armed with a damp cloth. If he bites, by the way, you're not stitching me up. he added, I'll be going to a bloody doctor, is what. He brushed the cloth against the Joker's temple, a single drag across skin that took a mess of grease make-up with it, leaving a small, bare patch of pink. How - - human. He moved the cloth down again, and the Joker stirred, as though protesting to the removal of the make-up even while unconscious.
Thread: I Started A Joke (SevenxChantho)

Bruce only grunted in response, eyes fixed on the slowly emerging human face beneath the Jokers paint. It unnerved him somewhat to see his enemy like this, so vulnerable. Almost like hed walked in on him naked. For a few seconds he stood transfixed, but then shook himself out of it and placed the clothes on an old wooden chair by the door. I wouldnt worry about that too much right now. Doesnt look like hes going to wake up for a while. And when he does, Ill be the one dealing with him, not you. There was no way. For starters, there was a good chance that seeing Alfred would lead the Joker to piece together clues about Batmans identity, but more importantly, Bruce had lost enough friends to this man. The last thing he needed was for his oldest and closest confidant to get hurt trying to take care of him. The dark suited man stepped out of the room, returning moments later sans cape and padding. He was tired and hot and right now the only part of himself he was really worried about protecting was his face. With the Joker in this state he hardly thought weapons and heavy padding necessary. By this time, the sleeping madmans face was almost fully revealed and if it hadnt been for the scars and greasy green tint to his hair, Bruce might not have recognized him. There really was a person under all that after all. Not that it changed anything. But it did make him wonder what it was that caused to Joker to act out the way he did. Was it just insanity or had something provoked this, the same way the murder of Bruces parents had spurred him to become a vigilante? Nothing about the Joker was simple. Asking him would likely only result in mocking laughter or another useless story about his scars. And hed heard so many.
Thread: Blood Lust (Raz x CS)

Rosalie pressed herself against the wall of the manor. She tried to blend in with the shadows, hide from the full moon overhead. If caught, she'd be killed. Her breath caught in her throat as he thought she heard footsteps. Moving slowly, she knew she had to keep going. The lives of her clan depended on it. Her whole existance depended on this. She wasn't going to go back and just be second best once more. She knew that what she saught was in this house, and she'd fight all of her enemies to get it! Running her tongue over her fangs, she tested a window to see if it was opened. Luck was with her and she slipped inside the manor. She ducked down just before she heard footsteps move past where she had been. She was dressed for a night of burglery. Skin-tight pants and a shirt that hugged her breasts. Her boots were the only thing she worried about. Slowly, she moved though the house, rifflng through the desks and drawers for her prize. She had to stop each time she heard footsteps. Breaking into a vampire's home in the dead of night was stupid, but she had no choice. Being a vampire herself, she couldn't do this during the day. Her eyes lit up when she saw what she needed. Staying close to the wall, she made her way over. Her people would be saved and they could finally rid themselves of their enemy. Licking her lips, she slowly opened the glass case, salvation just inches away.