The Dark Knight (2008)
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The Dark Knight (2008)
cwled:
THE CAPED CRUSADER was no stranger to utilizing the shadows to his advantage — and it’d certainly come to be useful now, more than ever. The Joker had no business anywhere — let alone City Hall, on one of their monthly congregations. He’s quick to scope out the building — clowns on every end, awaiting the Joker’s further instructions. Batman, for now, controls his rage. To go in guns blazing was exactly what the Joker wanted…and did. If they truly were similar, as the clown claimed they were, then perhaps the Batman’s approach had to take take its own form of brutality. The advantage he had was patience — something the clown never was.
As he traverses the top of the large reception area, the Dark Knight sees his ally through the window, giving him a silent message: Let me handle this first. I’ll give you the 10-4.
No one dead, so far, he thinks to himself. If I can get him to come to this end, I can lunge at him and get the others safe. The Batman, like the terrified politicians below him, only waits.
Yikes! Everyone in this city was so incredibly touchy. By the way they were reacting, you’d think someone was out to get them which only begs the question of how; there were many ways a person could die after all, it just... depended on the day. Anything quick, such as a swift bullet to the frontal lobe or a slicing of the jugular, weren’t, surprisingly, any indicators of a good day. Most people, normal people, booooring people, would rather have their death be short and sweet so they didn’t have to suffer in their last few moments in excruciating, withering pain. To the Joker, those deaths were just cop outs. Bad. Get out of my way you’re pissing me off type of murders. The kind he’d only commit in a hurry.
But the clown had time. Too much of it, and he was also having an incredibly good day which only meant great news for the lawmakers and law enforcers alike: their deaths wouldn’t just be of the garden variety! Huzzah!
Eyes narrow as he watches the cronies make their rounds; some politicians beg, some spit, some are even brave enough to talk back, and still the Joker keeps them breathing, waving a hand to the goon beside him as an indication to cease fire: not yet. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the Bat would be waiting. The first sound of bullets would tip him off and ruin the whole plan and the clown couldn’t be having that, not when he had a whole display of grandeur waiting especially for the one they call vengeance.
“ Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, ” he speaks into a microphone --- from where? Now that’d be telling, just know that he’s close enough. Close to see everything, not close enough to be caught before he can give the green light.
“ I have a game for you. It’s fairly simple, it’s caaaalllleeeeeddd ------ ” he pauses for dramatic flair though he isn’t quick enough. Interrupting him, one of the many senators speak out:
“ Fuck you! ”
With a click of a finger and a bang from one of the many Jokers that surrounded the people, the man is down, and his wife is surely beside him in hysterics. “ Does anyone have anything else to say? I’m all eyes, ears, and gunpowder, baby! [ ... ] No? Good. Let’s try that again, shall we? ”
“ Ugh. You’ve ruined it now. Oh well! Throughout this... ghastly building, I’ve hid all sorts. Knives, piano string, yada yada yada. I want you to kill each other. Last man standing wins! ” He hangs up the microphone and turns on his heel, making way for the reception.
cwled:
HE, THE WATCHFUL GUARDIAN, finds himself a part of another one of the clown’s demented, twisted games. he wasn’t sure what she was trying to prove every time they played it, over and over and over again. maybe she thinks it will be different, he rationalizes. but then, the batman realizes her true purpose: to test him. to see if he’ll break just as easily as she already has. and to take a few lives in the process meant nothing to her. of course, the first thing he does is hold himself back. make sure that the other party was listening in.
❛ jesus christ. she’s separated ‘em. it’s worse than we thought…i’ll send backup over. just get her to tell you where they are. ❜ both the bat and the commissioner wish it would be easier for them, for everyone, but they forget that they constantly deal with the wild card. he begins to consider his next move – with jim still on the line, perhaps he can coax it out of her. though batman doesn’t know whether or not the joker is lying to them, so all instincts point to being direct —— that’s it.
he lurches forward and grabs her by the lapel of her jacket, aggressively holding her over the edge of the roof which they both occupied. her purple gloved hands grip fiercely on his own arm, a sure sign that if he fought, she’d fight harder.
❛ where are they, clown? both locations. now. ❜ the aggression in his voice is coupled with the slight movement of his arm, a taunt of his own.
❛ TELL ME ! ❜
though it is the darkness that holds them, the jester can still make out the shape of his eyes and within them, there is an unbridled rage —— it’s a rage that she so desperately wants to set free. she can see it trapped behind his morals, morals that he would not have been set in place if not for her, morals that are only there to protect the batman from what he could become. from what he should be. let me dumb this down for you: you see, reader, they’re just the same. two sides of the same coin and, just like the ways of dusk and dawn, one could not survive without the other. if she died, then bye bye batsy.
if he died, well … gotham would be hers, but the laughter would not be the same. the choirs of angels simply would not sing like they used to and their screams …
——– conquering gotham just wouldn’t be worth it if not for their tragic tale of love, lust, and loss. do you understand now, reader? you better. because i’m only going to explain this once and if i find myself having to go through circles again to make this make sense to you, then heads will roll. i hope you enjoy the taste of gravel.
craning her neck to see, the joker spits in the hero’s face, smiling afterwards as she wets her lips with her tongue before laughing; and she laughs directly in the face of his demand. her grips tightens once more, making sure to grab as much material as she could within her palms so if she went down, he would too. this is how it always played out.
except this time, she knows exactly who’s on the other end of his comms.
❛ you know, you’re a smart one, ❜ she takes a breath, ❛ wrong answer. ❜
with her words come a blast: in the distance, a building crumbles. it’s not where she’s housing her current cherubs —- t’was only a construction worker or two doing overtime. poor things. they’d never see that paycheque. oh well!
❛ try again. ❜
cwled:
THERE WAS ALWAYS SOMETHING DIFFERENT ABOUT HER. something dark, something evil, something disturbing. no matter how many plans he’d foiled, how many people she’d killed — one thing remained certain, and it was that the joker was absolute. there was no hope for someone like her to be reformed, even look at things a little differently. and for the batman, while that fact remained the same, another followed. she was dangerous. for everyone’s sake — she had to be placed where she couldn’t hurt anyone.
❛ you’ve been causing mayhem for one night too many, joker. it’s time to give it up. ❜
his words are as cold as the air surrounding them, on top of one of the many gotham skyscrapers where she’d found herself executing her terrifying plans. this time, however, the batman wants it to be different.
❛ before i send you back to arkham myself — i’ll ask you again. where are the people you’ve taken ? what have you done to them ? ❜
when morality has become nothing more than a sophistry to deliver the most basic primitive wants of the human psyche, the devil has the reigns. she is now in control with the world in her hands ready for the reckoning of judgement day to which she will slam her hand down with the force of the divine, ripping society apart from the seams. she will take children from their mothers. there will be blood. her appraisal will call for the bat, he who watches over them with a silver tongue, a saviour in the shape of a knight.
she chuckles; this is all she had ever wanted. facing him fills her with such an erotic gratification within that maybe she’s able to trick you into thinking she has any semblance of a heart. it’s quite funny, really, how gotham’s residents rely on the batman yet they pray and plead at the joker’s feet for a chance to go home one last time, knowing their fate had been decided before they finished their 9 - 5. she laughs at him, how ridiculous to think she would give up her little angels that easily. tut tut, bats.
❛ thaaaaaaaaaaat depends, ❜ her smile tastes like blood and her response is slow. this is how she gets under your skin, batman, better luck next time. ❛ are you referring to the adults? ooooooooooor the children? ha! you can only pick one, as a treat. ❜
in the distance, a child sings: one, two, joker’s coming for you —–
and there she stood, the creator of chaos, gotham’s “co - founder,” batman’s formidable foe. she was everything but also nothing; his beginning and his end. she was the one who haunted his dreams, whose image sat comfortably in his head and heart during every moment that pitiful organ beat. she was the one who created him just as much as he returned the pleasure; the bat - family was hers, too, in some sick and twisted way of a parental custody battle gone wrong. between her feet, a nameless victim, nobody too important but enough to garner the presence of his batmobile —— it was a pity, really, that the famous dark knight couldn’t be here for their death but the joker had to punish them, you see: they simply were not laughing enough and, when they refused to so much as chortle at her jokes, she sliced them.
three, four, she’s at your door —–
the struggle was apparent by the way some of the blood managed to splatter across her suit ( a new one, too! she would have to have it dry cleaned … perhaps, she should send their next of kin the bill? ) and she only sliced them deeper because of it with a few guts spilling out of them here and there, for decoration.
❛ what’s the hurry, bats? ❜
she ran the knife over her own mouth, the red paint now dry, mimicking the expression she had so carefully carved into the limp body before her. ❛ why not stop and smell the flowers? ❜ the ghost of batman chuckles. she presses the knife further into her own skin, the blood drips. ❛ c’mooooooooooooon, you can laugh ——– HA! or don’t you care for my acid wit? ❜
@cwled.