Who: The Joker NPCs: Jim Gordon and freaks of all kinds! When: July 20th, 2008 (BACKDATED!) Where: Gotham City, NJ What: What is better than a gut buster? A killing joke. PART 2! Missed the first part? Here it is! Rating: R. No qualms about it. <---Seriously folks. NSFW or Sanity. Note: A delightful read for the whole family! Tuck those kiddies in to bed and read them Joker's exploit's here! :D Gordon was NPC'ed with the permission of the mods. Trigger Warning for violations of the rape variety and torture.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and Girls of all ages! Preeeeeeeesenting, the horror of Suburbia! The terror of the town! The hideous, the disgusting," The voice stretched the last syllable to ridiculous length. Like a great performer, the ring leader knew how to work a crowd. "The Average Man!"
At that title the crowd went wild. Men and women of various ages cheered and applauded as the older man tugged at the chains that held him bound. A grin split the clown's horrific features as he took a bow before the cage that stood for all to see. The amusement park had been his base for weeks and one thing was certain: it had seen better days. What was once a prosperous attraction and source of childhood delight had fallen into disrepair. The sides of tents were torn and dirty from months of neglect. Trash littered the little thoroughfares between rides and attractions and a general sense of sorrow hung about the grounds. The place had degraded swiftly and appeared to be several code violations passed condemned. Though, out of all the destroyed structures in the park, the only two that looked salvageable where the Tunnel of Love and the aptly named Freak Show.
The latter of which now played host to the gathered mass who cheered for the manic ramblings of a well dressed clown. The men and women of the crowd were an odd hodgepodge of humanity. Physical deformities ran rampant among them and empty eyes were prevalent. Drool beaded at opened mouths and the gaze of the freaks followed the twitchy and erratic movements of Joker as he taunted and ridiculed the bound commissioner. Sick joy consumed the crowd as the clown uttered such horrific things to the captive police officer. These were the outcasts of society. They had been labeled dregs by the normal people and ridiculed for far too long. They wanted blood.
"Now kiddies," the Ace of Knaves began as he grasped the bars and pulled himself up to enter the cage. "I'm a professional." That mouth of his quirked to the side and mockery tainted his words, "Don't try this a home." Slowly the clown paced the edges of the cage. "Look at how he struggles against his chains in impotent rage." Joker cooed, laughter not far behind his words. Gordon knelt in his prison, shoulders hunched and head bowed. The Police Commissioner had been stripped of his clothes and beaten severely on several occasions. Bruises of varying colors dotted his aging body and several wounds were prevalent around his eyes. These had already begun to scab over. A doggie dish sat nearby filled to the brim with dry morsels and Jim's name was printed on the side. Though he was no longer raging against his bonds, as he had upon his arrival, the fight had not left the man. Anger burned in his eyes as he watched the clown move about within his cage. If looks could kill...
"Once the top of the food chain! The big cheese! The head honcho! This pathetic creature has fallen into disuse. Victim to humanity's one true flaw." A purple clad finger tapped at his temple, "Sanity." The psychopath idly dragged the end of a metal pipe along the bars surrounding his prisoner to grate on Gordon's nerves. "These police claim to want nothing more than to serve and protect. Watch as they desperately cling to rules." The clown jammed the end of the walking stick into Gordon's ribs. "They want to control their world and deject the "freaks."" Joker paused and let his gaze sweep across remnants of the carnies. A hunger burned in their eyes. "They label you and use those to keep you at bay because they don't want to face the truth. That you're better than them. The packaging may have been damaged along the way but the contents are pristine." The praise caused the crowd to stir ever so slightly. "They're too far gone." Joker crouched at Gordon's side, his nose inches from the other man's. "Isn't that right? Society.. they think themselves better as a defense. They can't cope with the fact that the only thing keeping you from becoming me is just one really bad day." The clown turned away from the other man and approached the door. Gloved hands curled around the bars and Joker pressed his forehead into the metal. His eyes probed the crowd and he knew he had them. They were wrapped around his finger completely. They would fight and die for him. "You are free to do what you wish because their laws no longer bind you. You live sensibly in a world with out rules."
"Their fragile minds are incapable of understanding the burden of sanity. The only sensible reaction to the horrors of the world is to go mad!" Slowly his head rolled to the side and black eyes locked on Gordon's. That tongue traced the inflamed, puckered edges of his scar. "Time to show him the way!" The clown dropped down and stepped away from the cage. He was lost in a sea of unwashed bodies as the former freak show members surged forward. They rattled the bars of the cage and jeered at the freak inside. It didn't take them long to pry the doors open and fall upon Gordon. Try as he might, the Police Commissioner just couldn't fight sheer numbers. He was overpowered and forced to the ground with his limbs spread to their furthest reaches. A pair of beautiful women pushed their way through the circle of tormentors and dropped to their knees at his side. They moved as one and leaned down to soothe his wounds. Hands traced the curves of his body as the conjoined twins tantalized him. It was their job to weaken his resolve and as one began to work him in her mouth the other prepared the surprise. A freak grasped Gordon's hair and forced his head down to stare at the severed head used to please him.
A look of revulsion washed over his face and he screamed against the gag lodged in his mouth. The former strong man lumbered forward and shoved the others out of his way. Fingers the size of Lincoln Logs curled around the collar at Gordon's throat and dragged him from the cage. The man was layered with muscle and he threw the cop to the ground with ease. Then he delivered a powerful kick into the ribs for good measure. As the cop recovered the breath driven from him, a squat little woman with golden locks dirtied from weeks of abuse mounted his back. She seized two handfuls of gray hair and craned his head back. With a forceful kick into his flanks with genuine spurs, she yelled "Giddy up!"
At first the newly adopted horse refused but cattle prods were used for motivation, no thought spared for the rider atop him. Joker knew that pain was a powerful motivator and he watched the proceedings with a grin that stretched his features to inhuman proportions. Slowly the commish climbed to his feet and a cry rose from the crowd. Gordon bit upon the ball gag stuffed in his mouth and yelled muffled obscenities at his captors. The strong man seized a metal leash that was strapped to Gordon's neck and gave it a forceful tug. The older man staggered under the abuse and barely maintained his balance. Joker tipped his head back and unleashed that low laughter that crescendo to a high pitched intensity. With a flourish he twirled the cane in his hand and lead the crowd away from the freakshow. Gordon was forced to stagger along in Joker's impromptu parade while the men beat him and women spat on him. They yelled obscenities and ridiculed him mercilessly. When it seemed as if Gordon would collapse, pain was used to spur him on again. All the while the Joker lead the parade and Gordon's rider let loose with her own tittering laugh. Three times they circled the amusement park and each time the abuse intensified.
At long last the clown led the way back to the interior of the park. He hummed a song serenely under his breath as his wing tips carried them to the Tunnel of Love. The ride was nowhere near as shabby as the rest of the park but the entrance stood open like the gaping maw of some horrifying creature. The madman trotted up the handful of steps and spun his body to face his audience. "Tickets!" He called to the gathered mass, his cold eyes probing theirs for signs of comprehension. The crowd stared back at him blankly. Since when did they need tickets? "No?" The Joker murmured and he leaned against the handrail, using it to slide back down to the ground. Eyebrows the color of seaweed shot up in surprise. "Hmmm.." Joker rolled the sound around inside his mouth and he pursued his lips. "I see," the clown mouthed and turned away. Slowly and ever so delicately he removed a pair of tickets from his coat pocket. With a flick of his wrist he held them up for the gathered mass. "Fortunately," he said applying emphasis to all of the wrong syllables "I have some. But..." That mouth quirked before dropping in a frown. Yellow teeth tugged at his bottom lip, sending a wave of pain through his nerves. "I only have two..."
That gloved hand ascended into the air, the tickets held aloft for all to see. "So, who wants to ride with little ol' me?" Laughter and cheers rang out at that. Joker gestured to the crowd with the end of the metal pipe. Slowly, the end of the makeshift cane swept over every face in turn before it finally settled on Jim Gordon. A grin split his countenance and cracked the dry skin of his lips. "Oooooh, Jimmie! Yoooooohoooo!" The clown waved and curled those fingers, enticing the man forward. The strong man grasped the chain and lumbered ahead with Gordon in tow. The Clown Prince smoothed down his hair and straightened his tie in an effort to make himself presentable. A frown appeared on Gordon's rider as she was pulled down from her stallion by the strong man. "Ladies and gentlemen, we will begin the boarding process now." Joker said and howled with laughter as the freaks went to work forcing the Commissioner into the seat of the tiny ship. Jim continued to yell and curse them despite the rubber ball held firmly in his mouth.
The psychopath calmly tucked the pipe under his arm like a riding crop and tore the tickets in half. With a flippant gesture the useless halves of the tickets were discarded onto the dirt and saw dust underfoot. Giggles tore themselves free of the clown as Joker bounced up the steps to the loading area where he plopped down in the seat next to Gordon. "Please keep your hands and feet and any other dangling bits inside the ride at all times!" A rasp of metal sang out as Joker cuffed the older man to the lap bar of the ride. "Good god, man!" Joker cried with another giggle. "Cheer up! It's a mad world and we're off on a grand adventure!" And with that send off, Joker swung his improvised cane into the control lever for the ride. There was a creak of gears turning before the ride lurched and released the boat into the shallow waters of the pitch black tunnel.
The lapping of waves against the hull of the tiny boat was a soothing background noise. In fact, if you ignored the stench of human filth it was easy to imagine yourself at sea. The only things to break the illusion were the grunts and muffled curses of Gordon as he struggled against his bonds. Joker returned to humming a ditty under his breath as the duo drifted forward lazily. A low buzz of dead air wafted through the tunnel as the PA system, once used to play 'romantic' music, remained primed. The clown sat in silence, lost in the serenity moment. Then, it was time to begin!
The Joker thumbed the remote and a gun shot rang out through the empty halls. The gun shot gave way to a female's scream and a grunt of pain followed closely on its heels. More and more sounds piled upon one another until a cacophonous noise filled the air. Joker's hands drifted through the musty atmosphere of their ride in listless motions like a conductor before his orchestra. The sounds of pain gave way to those of violence and then pleasure. They doubled upon one another and faded out entirely. The sound itself seemed to take on a life of its own as it tortured the men trapped within its domain. It was a symphony designed for Gordon and it would be Joker's greatest masterpiece!
Until the second act began.
The key clicked and the dark hall was filled with blinding shafts of light from multiple sources. Slides hovered on every available surface as the projectors transitioned from one to the other. Scenes of violence and horrible degradation gave way to dismembered bodies and children with dead frozen grins. Snickers issued from the clown as the slide show from hell continued.
"You know something Jimmie?" Joker began as the boat made a slow turn around a bend, "You and I aren't that different." Gordon made an indignant sound at that statement. As if in retaliation, Joker's strong fingers curled around the lap harness and he pushed it up and away from them. This caused Gordon to jerk forward at the mercy of his shackles. The clown stood and took a seat on the bow of the ship. Sick glee danced in those eyes as he watched Jim Gordon struggle. "We're both men dedicated to our respective fields." Joker clicked his control and the images shifted to more scenes of violence. This time it bore the distinct look of crime scenes photos but all the victims were young children. In fact, the victims had a striking resemblance to Gordon's own children. "We both know how to pull off a suit." Another click, another set of photos. "Though one of us more successfully than the other." The scars that framed his mouth twitched as he moved on to family photos from Gordon's own home. They were defaced with slanderous graffiti and grins were scribbled over everyone's face. "And we're both men that have had really bad days."
And with one more click the loving family photos (a reminder of all the good in his life) shattered and were replaced with an image of Barbara laying supine on their living room floor. The front of her blouse was cut open diagonally across her chest. A puckered wound was exposed and blood ran down the sides of her stomach to pool under her body. The colors of the photo were overexposed, washing out the subtle hues but allowing the red to stand out even more. One thing the exposure could not erase was the pain on Barbara's face nor the tears staining her cheeks.
"OoooOoooo!" The clown bounced with barely contained excitement. Gordon thrashed about against his restraints even as that inhuman monster slid from his spot and back into his chair. With a jerk, Joker pulled the lap bar back down, pinning Gordon in his seat. Gangly limbs stretched out as Joker propped his feet up on the bow and curled an arm around Jim's shoulders. "This one's my favorite!" Gordon pulled away from the madman's touch but Joker held him close. A hand snaked up over the prisoner's head and two fingers dug into his eyes. He pulled the lids up to expose Gordon to the horror that had been wrought on the young Barbara. "Hey Jimmie," Joker whispered as the image shifted to another photo of Barb, "I think she likes it!" Joker howled his laughter as Gordon screamed at the images flashing before his eyes. The mental torture lasted for the duration of the ride with color commentary the whole way by the Ace of Knaves himself. The Clown expertly wormed his way under the Commissioner's skin like he had countless others.
When the ride finally came to a stop, Gordon was bent over in his seat with his face buried in his forearms. The old police bull was trembling and muttering incomprehensible words to himself. Joker was giggling as he slid from the car and loosened his tie. "When life gets bad, don't fret! Go mad!" The clown sang in a voice that was arsenic and honey. "Put him in the presidential suite." He ordered and stalked off, pulling the collar of his jacket up against the rain that had begun to fall. In the distance thunder rumbled. The water was a neutralizing agent against the pain that set his every nerve on fire. As he shuffled along behind the crowd he let his head tip back and his eyes fluttered shut. For a moment he enjoyed the feel of the water running down his skin.
The roar of an engine pierced the stillness of the night and sent a wave of excitement down Joker's spine. Like so many times before, those lips pulled back, exposing yellowed teeth in that manic grin. The engine was practically on top of the clown when it died. Powerful beams of light illuminated the area and Joker let his head roll down and he stared at the Batmobile from under his brow. It was time for the real fun to begin.