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Thread: The darkness within  (Stickyfun/Google)

It had all gone down perfectly, Dumbledore had died and now after months of plotting the Death Eaters were now in charge of the ministry, even the minister was in there pocket and would soon be replaced by someone who didn't need to be kept under the Imperius curse in order to keep them following what the Dark Lord had in mind. Perhaps even his father would be made the new Minister Draco thought to himself with a small smirk as he made his way through the train, going through the duties he had as the schools head boy, a wonderful little bonus that came from Snape being the headmaster. It was all perfect though, who would have thought that things would progress so quickly after the death of Dumbledore, Draco had figured that it would take a few more months for things to reach the point where they had but now Potter was a fugitive and Death Eaters were pushing all the Mudbloods into hiding, all of them being hunted down and dealt with. Potter and his friends probably thought they would end up saving the day and changing things back to they way there had been but what they didn't realize was that there was no going back... things would never be the same as they once were. He had just scared a few third year students into hiding in a compartment for a few hours, this was done for no reason other then the fact that he was a little bit bored. Maybe he should make his way to the back and have Pansy get on her knees for him, at least that would help pass the time a little bit. That whore sure knew how to work a dick. However before he could actually do so he was grabbed and pulled into a compartment by... by Ginny Weasly, he had heard that her brother wouldn't be at the school. Could it be that the red head was looking for some sort of revenge. Reaching slowly for his wand he narrowed his eyes a little bit. What do you want Weasly, I have more important things to do then deal with you right now... unless you feel like sucking me off.
Thread: The darkness within  (Stickyfun/Google)

As vulgar as always Draco.... Ginny frowned and shook her head at his little comment....but then again she hadn't expected much better. For all the power and status that Draco had earned, he was still the same spoiled brat at his core...so cocky....so confident....well that would make things easier so perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing. Try to stop pissing yourself Draco.... Ginny turned her back on him, walking back over towards the window of the compartment, the words sounding rather unusual coming from her. I'm not going to try and take revenge on you for anything, I'm not so petty....I have more important things to be concerned about She stared out of the window, rain beginning to pound against the glass as the train continued down the tracks. ....Things are different now...the world is changing.....and I don't intend to be left behind... She frowned, clenching her fists tightly, her reflection in the window seemingly obscured by an odd darkness that seemed to eminate from nowhere. Nor do I intend to be on the losing side....the side full of desperate idiots trying to cling to the past....I wont make the same mistakes, I wont throw my life away in a pointless struggle that will end in failure no matter how hard I fight it....
Thread: The darkness within  (Stickyfun/Google)

He was watching her carefully as she spoke about how she didn't want to be on the loosing side. Something odd was going on here and Draco had no idea what it was. Perhaps she was attempting to pull some sort of trick, getting in with the Death Eaters. Could it be that little Ginny was planning some sort of assassination attempt or did she think that he would let his guard down and she would be able to take him hostage? Well whatever it was she seemed different but he wasn't just going to trust her just yet and his hand moved over the grip of his wand ever so carefully, ready to draw at a moments notice. I might be a bit vulgar Weasly but I have better things to do then hear you babble endlessly. Draco sneered, he was feeling something off and went with his default reaction to anything, distrust and curiosity in equal measure. Now I get the general idea of what you are saying but it hardly matters, if you can't show me that you mean what you are saying then I am just going to have to ignore you... or perhaps even turn you over to the head master.
Thread: The darkness within  (Stickyfun/Google)

Ginny knew he wouldn't believe her, not at first anyway. She had been prepared for that, though no matter how much she had thought about it she hadn't been able to think of an appropriate way to prove it...well....not except. The girl frowned again, she wasn't overly fond of the idea....but still....if that was what it took to prove herself to him....then she'd do it....she would rather do something like that than just let herself get killed. Hmph, turn me over to the headmaster? Well you go ahead and do that if you want....it's you that will be missing the opperunity to earn favour after all... Ginny smirked slightly, slowly turning around to face him. She seemed....different now that Draco would get a good look at her. She still looked the same, still sounded the same, but her presence was....different....darker....more powerful. After all....she had a fragment of Voldemort himself inside of her...a piece of his very soul. But if it's proof you want.... She took a slow step toward him, seemingly unconcerned with Draco's grip on his wand. Then I'll give you proof. Take it out She folded her arms, her gaze moving down slightly. It might almost be like she was referring to his wand, but the direction of her eyes was just a little different, a little more....central. You wanted it sucking didn't you? Well take it out if that's what you still want
Thread: Batman: The Old Knight

It wasnt the jerk of the chain that yanked her into full wakefulness, but the breath catching in her throat, gagging her as her eyes flew open to search for the source of the sudden obstruction to her already limited air supply. Shed drifted in and out of consciousness for days, never managing to be able to make herself uncomfortable enough to escape exhaustion. Not that she wanted to. She preferred to force herself into the sanctuary her muddled mind offered, rather than waste her time and energy squirming around her tether to take in her surroundings. There wasnt much to look at, apart from her city view and the long wall of clippings all featuring the retired Batman. Shed long since taken a gamble at where shed been dragged to. Selina Kyle was right. Or Catwoman. She was Catwoman right now, suited to attire. She blinked slowly at the Jokers face as he leaned down to her, biting back a wheeze as air rushed over her parched throat, through her eager lungs. She only vaguely remembered the incident that brought her there the flurry of movement, vibrancy of painted faces, glitter of discarded jewels and finally, the pressure to the back of her head that ended the struggle. She pulled forward against the chain toward her captor, only to find that shed jerked up to the end of her slack. Meow. She shifted, slipping back down to the foot of his chair. Maybe if she wasnt the one on the receiving end of the leash, she would be able to appreciate how witty the method of incarceration was. She glanced to the side of the old wooden floors, quirking one eyebrow so that it disappeared beneath the mask of her PVC cat suit. The cat bowl of water was all too enticing, but with her hands tied, she wouldnt be able to pick it up to get a drink. And like hell was she crouching over to lap it up. It was the same case with the food though that was more because she hadnt the faintest idea what the meal was composed of. Shed starve before she even nibbled at it. Just looking at the contents of the bowl caused the ache of hunger to fade. The water though The water made her throat burn. She shifted on the floor tucking her heeled feet under her bottom as she lifted her head to look up at her subjugator and licked her lips. The remnants of her days-old lipstick tasted oily, and only served to amplify the desiccation of her throat as her pink tongue slipped back past her teeth again. If shed been untied, the Joker would have a whole new face to sport whenever he left his hidey hole or maybe if shed been untied, she wouldnt be feeling so destructive. Straight to the point was the best path to take provided he didnt feel like playing games. But that was doubtful. Why go through the trouble of bending her into this position if he couldnt take pleasure in seeing her at his mercy? She would certainly take her time to enjoy her handiwork. Still, she asked, her voice dry. What do you want, Joker?
Thread: Batman: The Old Knight

I want your talents, Catwoman! These days, it's so hard to find someone that's good at their job. I mean there's me, of course, but I can't be in two places at once. Who's going to help commit all my crimes when I'm sitting in my chair, laughing away at Gotham going up in smoke? The Joker asked her, his words followed by that prolonged laughter that he just loved to do. His grin wide, yellowed teeth on full show, his pointing chin characterising an unusual demonic shape. Finally he stopped, and got back to his feet, circling around Catwoman and looking down at her bowls. Almost as if he had memorised the safe distances down to the nearest millimetre, the Joker stood at a point that put next-to-no air between her claws and his trouser leg if she attempted it. Aww... you never touched your Joker-branded, Extra-Meaty Kitty Food . And to think I slaved away for hours making it in the Arkham kitchen for you. He turned around, clasping his hands behind his back and putting on a saddened face. Oh... no one ever thanks Joker. The clown then stepped towards the articles on the wall. Not even Bats. Oh, I miss him. We had some fun times, y'know. Sent him lots of letters when he stopped coming out to play... he never wrote back. Another deep, long sigh. Then he was back to looking at Catwoman, smiling again. Oh, she was mad. He knew it, and he loved it. Chained to a throne like some pet, the collar digging in to her throat and reminding her that right now she belonged to someone. Or at least, what ever choices he gave her over the next few hours weren't going to be ones that would help her at all. Joker had the upper hand. She may be deadly and agile, but Joker had been doing this kind of stuff for years. I need you to steal some things for me. Do you think you can do that? Skipping around her, one hand grabbed the rope around her wrists while the other stroked her chin. Go on. Give Joker a nice big meow to let him know you'll help him.
Thread: Batman: The Old Knight

There was a damn good reason that the Joker was locked away in Arkham, and Bartholomew Wolper was an imbecile to believe in any kind of reformation. Catwoman cocked her head as the maniacal cackle continued, examining the point of his chin and the full mouth of yellowing teeth. Until now, shed managed to steer clear of the madmen and women about Gotham, though that was more than likely because the great majority of them were locked up tight behind charged fences or rightfully rotting in psychiatric wards. She was heavily tempted to take a good swipe at the leg of his dirty white suit pants, but thought better of it. Dont bite the hand that feeds and whatnot even if he didnt have anything worth nibbling in his palm. Forgive me for insulting your hospitality, she rolled her eyes, reclining to lay on her back. That was far more comfortable than sitting up, the pressure suddenly alleviated from her all too stressed spine, even arched as she was to keep from straining her arms. She almost sighed whenever she rested her head down against the floor as well. Kitties are finicky, Joker and if you were really looking for my talent, youd offer me sugar and cream. Though it was good for her he hadnt. That, she may have submitted to lapping from a food bowl and licking the rim. Selina allowed her eyes to fall shut as he spoke, listening to his rant. That was what he was up to then luring his Batty Caped Crusader out of hiding. It only made sense what was the fun in committing any crime if you knew you could get away with it? And Batman posed a formidable challenge to the sadistic clown. She sat up slowly, moving to her knees as she rested her shoulder against the arm of the chair. She didnt want to get too comfortable, that was never a good idea. But maybe if shed remained lying down, the Joker wouldnt have had the opportunity to harness her by her bindings. She bit back a hiss in favor of a purr, blinking her cerulean eyes at him for the response. Only after you tell me whats in it for me. You know, your boys lost me a big hit when they knocked me upside the head to drag me here. She was testing her luck, but she wasnt bowing just yet. Simply complying might get her out of there a bit faster, however. And that was important. Her husband would wonder where the hell she was and she didnt yet have any allies to back her on a damn good explanation. But then, that brought another question to mind one that had her heart jumping to her throat and pounding there, cutting her breath short all on its own. Bartholomew hadnt shut up about the talk show the Jokers public appearance and his victorious reformation. That was how he got out. But he would have what did he do with Bartholomew? Did he kill him? She couldnt very well ask had he felt the acceleration of her pulse? No but her might have noticed the stiffening in her shoulders. Of course she could help him. She didnt see how she had much of a choice, in any case. Tell me the details so you can to let me go, funny man. Ive got my kitty to feed, Im not sure I left the window open for her.
Thread: Batman: The Old Knight

Oh, don't worry about your kitty. Clive is looking after her. Or is it Morris? He looked out of the window, hand under his chin and finger on his lip. No. I don't know a Morris, do I? Catwoman! Remind me to recruit a henchman called Morris. He remained frozen in a pondering thought for a few moments before snapping out of it and returning to discussing more serious business with Selina. Opening up his suit jacket, he pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it in front of her. This is what I want you to steal. Or get for me, rather. Its not stealing when it already belongs to you, right? On the paper, Joker had hand drawn something with what appeared to be a green crayon. A locked box, about a foot long, and roughly half the width and height. There was a handle on top, and a lock on the front. It was uniquely characterised by a small happy face on one corner. This is my box. But I can't get it. Because it's all the way in my old hide-out at the north of the city, but Bats decided to booby trap it all those years ago when we were still pals. He lifted his feet up, one at a time. But because of these big clown feet, I'd probably just set it off! Another laugh. It was an abandoned warehouse, formerly used by a clothes shop before the Joker took over. Joker didn't describe what kind of booby trap had been set, or even what entrance it had been set on, although there'd be no point in asking because she wasn't going to be told. Whether that was because he didn't know, or because he just wanted to give her a nasty surprise, Selina would find out the hard way. Unless she was as good as he heard she was, then she'd have no problem with it at all. Now Kitty's got to promise not to go for my face when I unchain her. He grinned, wagging his index finger from side to side. The chain was unhooked, and her wrists were finally free after being bound for days. However, there was no sign of the collar being removed, and during the little job she'd be stuck with the circular piece of metal digging in to her throat. He'd take it off if she proved useful. Now. Just before you think about running off... we should set some ground rules first, Selina . He spoke, his voice deepening as he muttered her name, tone changing from the laughing clown from before. I've got so much dirt on you I could build a tower up to the moon. Don't try anything funny, you hear? Because one of my guys is sitting waiting to tell every single person in this city about your little private life, and what you like to get up to while everyone's asleep.
Thread: Batman: The Old Knight

Joker watched her attempt to remove the collar from her neck, but she learned quickly that it wasn't going to come off. It didn't matter how many times she pried her fingers underneath it and pulled, or even got something sharp like a saw to cut through it, it just wasn't going to come off. The piece of metal was a part of her as long as Joker had her by the reins, and he intended to keep it there as a reminder of who she was working for. It wouldn't be easy for her to ignore it, either, on the count of it digging in to her throat and causing her breaths to sharpen quickly. He wouldn't let her know if there was some kind of tracking device inside of it -- the Joker always enjoyed the idea of leaving things up to the imagination of the mind. Kept her guessing, kept her in the dark, wondering what exactly the collar's purpose was for. If she knew that it didn't have any kind of tracking device inside of it, then she'd float about Gotham doing what ever she wanted in her own time. But if she thought that there was something hidden beneath it's metal coating that sent a signal back to the Joker, then that would keep her on her toes. Oh I think there might be some cream in your dish when you bring me back the box. Or maybe that should be 'if'. It's been so long since I've been near that place, I've got absolutely no idea what you should expect. Oh well, I guess that's all part of the fun, ain't it? He asked, grinning and chuckling to himself a few times before she began talking about Bartholomew. Ah, the good Doctor. Selina's husband. They both knew that Joker was aware of their relationship, although the abusive part was something that could have been unknown to the clown. Once again, he wasn't going to let on. Keep her wondering. The box is in a drawer. Has the number 004 on the front. What she didn't know, although would find out, was that the drawer was part of a much larger set-up, a filing cabinet with 20-odd drawers in rows four rows of six drawers. Each of them was locked -- which would be where Catwoman's lock-picking skill would come in. However, much to the Joker's delight, every one of the boxes had the number 004 written on the front. Once more thinking about the woman's husband. He was safe, for now. No harm had came to him, except for the shock ad trauma of the whole events that had led up to the Joker's escape. That, and a few bruises. Selina Kyle would soon come face to face with him, although right now, Bartholomew was only a mere distraction to the Joker's main plan. Bring me back my box, Kitty. And you can have all the cream you want!
Thread: Batman: The Old Knight

He wasnt handing out information, obviously which was more than a little perturbing. But she shouldnt have expected anything less. She was playing this game on his terms, and was at his every beck and call. Selina Kyle, however, was not one to let on when she was distressed, and Catwoman certainly wasnt either. So she rolled her blue-green eyes and smoothed a hand over her front, absently plucking her claw over the zipper of her cat suit. Selina got the feeling that shed garnered about as much as she could from the fiend, and wasnt to keen on sticking around to have small talk. The sooner she got done, the sooner she could breathe easily again. Quite literally, with the lock around her throat, constricting her airway. Without further adieu, she turned out the way the Joker had come and slipped out into the street. The ache of hunger in her stomach was nearly unbearable, but she could deal with it until shed finished what he wanted. She could not, however, ignore how thirsty she was and that was her first stop. A vending machine. She felt rather ridiculous as she pulled the water from the compartment and downed it in one long drink, but that was of little concern. She was quickly enough on her way again, to the Jokers old headquarters. Tripping the detection system was childs play - five pin tumbler system, single circuit alarm. She was inside in a matter of three minutes, detecting little more than a muted beep as she gained access. More than likely a warning note, perhaps even an alert to a third party system. She scanned the room for cameras, flashed her leather bull whip and snatched the only one she could find from the corner. Still, she suspected she could be under surveillance by sound or by more craftily hidden devices. As far as she knew, this could be one of the Jokers fun little tricks and he was sitting back, watching her in his new hideout. She snorted at the sight on the far wall annoyed all over again with the predicament. A large filing cabinet of some twenty-four drawers in rows and columns, and she was willing to bet that each of them had a separate lock. No time to waste anyway. She gave herself ten minutes. Eight, if she didnt want to grapple with any oncoming do-gooder, and was over to the filing cabinet, unlocking two of the drawers consecutively to yank them open and grab the boxes inside. Both featured the number 004 over the front. She unlocked another, and was greeted with the same result. She didnt have time for this shit.