“just a push” - ledgerjoker
content: (graphic) ledger!joker and (female) self insert meet at Bruce Wayne’s trust fund party after your “friends” betray you
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what does it take for someone to go off the edge? is it an unstoppable force? or maybe just the slightest….push.
you were included on the guest list to Bruce Wayne, your boss’s, trust-fund party. you, a mere 22 year old intern, were working as an assistant at Mr. Waynes company. you were often stepped all over and treated with very little respect by your higher ups. this made you so angry, but what could you do? you needed to get a job at Wayne Enterprises to support your family. being a lowly intern could entertain such an opportunity. so you sucked it up for the sake of you and your families future.
you dressed up nicely for the party, the first real fancy party you had ever attended. you wore a ruby red cocktail dress that ended just above the ankle, your favorite gold jewelry, and black, closed toe heels. after one final look, you decided that you were ready as you’d ever be.
while at the party, everything was incredibly… boring. neither Harvey Dent, nor Mr. Wayne had shown up yet. everyone seemed to look exactly in their place except for you. mentally, it felt like you stood out like a sore thumb. you stood awkwardly trying to make conversation with the snooty rich associates and guests of the party. the monotony of their conversations and the scornful looks from the partygoers made it impossible to try and speak to anyone. failing miserably at trying to fit in, you leaned against the wall by the doors adjacent from the elevator.
suddenly startled, you perked up as the partygoers started to scream and cause commotion. you felt your heart start beating out of your chest as a man stepped out of the elevator. from the small glimpse you caught of him, you were able to make out his tall frame and purple suit. he had greasy hair and a sickeningly pale face. he was…terrifying. as he fired a round from the shotgun he was holding, you and two of the woman you knew from the office escaped quickly through the nearest door. you ran faster as the screams from the main room became louder and a dozen more shots were fired.
praying that the man and his goons didn’t catch sight of you trying to hide, you headed down a narrow hallway with the two other officemates. at the end of the hall was a door that led to one of the many bedrooms in the building. it was a very nicely decorated room, but it was very open and there weren’t many places to hide, if any at all. you knew one woman better than the other. she was about 40 and was one of the people you liked best in the office. she always treated you very kindly and respectfully. the other woman was younger, about 30, and you hadn’t known her very long.
after what felt like 2 hours (in reality, it was about 2 minutes), you heard the sickening sound of boots clunking down the hallway at an irregular pace. the sound of the persons twisted laughing echoed down the hallway and hit your eardrums like a brick. the color in your face drained as there came a knock on the door.
“hello-o!” said the voice in a singsong way. he rhythmically knocked on the door again.
“open up, please!” he paused for a short second. when he realized no one would answer, you heard an annoyed grunt and the loading of a shotgun.
“you know, its rude to not let someone in….” he said as he then shot the lock off the door with his gun. he kicked open the door fully and it swung around, hitting the wall with a loud bang.
“…especially when they’ve asked so politely!” he chuckled, obviously finding himself to be amusing. you were able to get a good look at him now. he was very tall, maybe 6’3, and had makeup on. clown makeup. he had green, greasy hair and dark, crazy eyes. one look at this man and you knew he was completely and utterly unhinged.
he started to walk around, coming closer and closer with every painstaking step. your heart was beating so quickly, you thought it might explode. the woman standing next to you, who happened to be the woman you liked most in your office, was sobbing uncontrollably.
as the man turned in her direction and started to walk closer, she forcefully pushed you to the middle of the room to where he was standing. as if to offer you as a sacrifice for their lives. you landed on your knees at his feet. with a gasp, you looked up and suddenly were face to face with the man. you could now see huge scars, stretched from cheek to cheek almost as if it was a smile.
“take her! do what you want just, don’t..please don’t hurt me!” said the other woman hysterically. you had never felt this angry in your life. the feelings of anger, humiliation, and betrayal coursed through your veins as you knelt there with tears forming. your life began to flash before your eyes as it felt your world was crashing down within a matter of seconds. all the work, all the effort, and all the years wasted trying to create a better life for you and your family. as you heard the shotgun cock again, tears left your eyes as you sank onto the floor, expecting death at any second.
he looked down at you again, head tilted as if he were studying you. then he did something you didn’t expect at all. looking at the women and then looking down at you again, he shook his head in disbelief and stuck out his hand. you grabbed his hand, also in disbelief, and stood up onto shaking legs. he stared at you for a few seconds before turning his attention to the two other women, both crying even louder now. he stepped in front of you and walked towards them.
“why…did you do that…hmm?” he said, visibly angrier. he got closer to the woman who pushed you and grabbed her face. he was now impossibly close to her, as she squirmed under his grip.
“i said, why.. did you… do that?” he said calmly now, as if to disguise his anger. the woman cried and pleaded as he started to laugh maniacally. he released her and threw her chin in the other direction, making her lose her balance.
“and who said i was going to hurt you, sweetheart?” he spoke now to the other woman. he grabbed her by her shoulders and started to shake her. the woman winced in pain at his grip on her.
“you people…are all the same. you always think every! little! thing! is about you. well guess what, ITS NOT.” everyone jumped as he suddenly raised the volume of his voice. the sound of his voice and sudden change of his composure shook you to your core. he dropped the more comical side to him from before and now he was just angry. he threw his gun on the floor and it slid a few feet away from you, nearly perfectly in between. with a swift motion, he pulled out a switchblade and flipped out the blade. he grabbed the woman’s face and held tightly.
“i hate..people like…you.” he said. his words were cold. it made the woman freeze under his grip. she stared at the metal blade in his hands. the only motion that could be detected was the tears streaming down her face, ruining her makeup. with his thumb, he smudged the mascara on her eyes and smeared her bright red lipstick on her cheeks in curved lines. he painted his face onto hers.
“oh cmon…why so serious now…hmm? you were so brave just a second ago…” he said slowly, his words laced with deadly sarcasm. he cocked his head and smiled with the side of his mouth. you saw him place his blade into the inside of her cheek and that’s when you flinched and looked away. seconds later, you heard her hit the floor as the man giggled his terrible laugh. as she landed on the floor, the man pushed her lightly with his boot. she was out cold. dead or alive, was unknown.
while he was distracted inspecting the unconscious woman’s body (he was sifting through her belongings while humming a tune, seeming to forget about you there), you snatched the shotgun from the floor. your father had taught you how to shoot one in case you ever needed to defend yourself. you took aim, hastily fired a round from the shotgun, and nearly fainted once you realized what you had done. the gun clattered as it dropped to the ground beside you. tears welled in your eyes as you watched the situation unfold before you.
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