Batman: Hell's Army [PG-13]
I had posted this on another forum but it didnt get much replies so I think I'll post it again. The person that responded in the other forum said it was great! :anime:
Without further adue....here is my latest BatFic
Black Gate Prison
Mon.,August 9 2004
"Listen, I know mister...Joker has had a record lately but--" A man in the shadows of a dark office said with his hands folded, papers and folders infront of him, along with a mugshot of Convict # 34971...The Joker. "Record? RECORD!?!" An older man said slamming his hands on the desk and jumping out of his seat. The other man tried to grab a green folder but it was snatched from him by, with his face near the lamp, James Gordon. " Six eleven twothousand and four...." He continued with a gruff voice. "Orphanage bombed...bomb hidden in toy jack-in-the box. Twenty-Seven killed Nineteen wounded...the rest of the twelve bodies never found." "I know but--" The Atourney broke in. "God damn it, Foxxine! Thats Fifty-Seven innocent children died in less than five seconds! He is a sociopath!" Gordon yelled, yanking off his glasses.
"But sir!" Mr. Foxxine yelled grabbing the door knob. "He's changed...." He said, turning the door, only to be blown back into a chair by the door flinging open. "Hello! Remember me, Jamesey poo?" A man in a orange jumpsuite with slick dark green hair squeked. "Keep him away from me!" Gordon yelled pulling out his silver revolver. "Now, do we really need to resort to violence?" Joker continued under his breath "Although that is the best way..." And he let out a short chuckle.
He reached for the pocket inside his coat where he usually stored a small, big barreled revolver. Gordon shot his hand as it felt around for something. "AAAaaAaAahHHhH!" Joker shreiked as the white hand with blue fingernails flew to the floor and blood spurted from the wound. "Good lord!" Gordon yelled getting up out of his seat. "Ahahahaha!" Joker laughed as his real hand pulled out of his sleave and a blood packet dropped to the floor.
Gordon let out a sigh of releif. "Good god, Joker! You know how to scare a guy!" He said putting a hand on the wall and sitting downly calmly. "Oh, right. My card!" Joker said quickly reaching back into his pocket, pulling out a lamenated card. "Let me see that!" Gordon said snatching the card away.
DR. HARLENNE QUINZELL
58230 Suncrest Blvd.
"Guareteed cure of insanity in 5 weeks or less!"
($40 fee every week)
"Dr.Quinn hardly qualifies as a real psychologist, but she did have very good behavior before we let her on parole." Gordon said handing back the card. Gordon picked up the phone and pressed a button on it. "Ms.Carel, can you scedual a meeting with Dr.Quinzell for me.....yes,Harley...yes...okay thanks...bye." He hung up the phone. "Well, Mr.Joker, your in luck, this Sunday I'll talk to your psychologist, and if she proves your new found sanity, your--" He developed a lump in his throat "free." he continued. "Goody Gumdropps!" Joker said clapping his hands together and bouncing.
Black Gate Prison Confrence Ward
August 15, 2004
A blonde haired woman with a white coat and black shirt and dress walked into a brown walled room with a big window and a desk with papers. "Commishioner?" She said softy, looking around the room. "Jame--Ah!" She yelled as a hand clasped her shoulder. "Yes?" Gordon said taking his hand off of her shoulder. "Glad your here..." Dr. Quinzell said falling into a chair.
"Likewise." Gordon responded, taking a seat and looking through his desk drawers. "Aha!" He said pulling out a laminated card. "Ah, yes, my card..." Harlenne said grasping it. "When I was put on parole I decided the kill Harley...Go back to ol' Doctor Quinzell...Joker is a phyco...a monster...but I dont beleive that leaves cant be turned over..." Dr.Quinzell said with a sigh. "I dont beleive that either Harl, but Joker is the closest thing, if not a demon to ever walk the Earth. Hell, Joker's mind is probobly more twisted that SATAN'S!" Gordon said in a slightly calmer voice.
"But still I cured--" Harlenne started. "Demons can't become angels, what part of that do you not comprehend?" Gordon interrupted. "Listen to reason, James! I'm not saying he should be able to walk the streets again. I'm saying that he should be thought as a HUMAN BEING, For God's sake!" Harley said bashing her fists on the desk. "Okay. Fine..." Gordon said rubbing his head with his middle and index fingers. "But it will be your head if he kills anymore innocents.." He continued.
"This meeting is over." Harley said getting out of her seat and grabbing her leather handbag. Gordon got out a file photo of Joker and inked up his parole stamp. "Dont forget this..." He said gruffly handing Dr.Quinzell Joker's photo, with 'PAROLE GRANTED' stamped in blue ink over his demonic trademark smile. "Good God, what have I done?" Gordon whispered tilting his head, facing the window that overlooked Gotham City. Harl counted the numbers as she worked her way towards Joker's cell.
"D-497, D-498, 499, 500....502." she said skipping a number. She twisted the handle twice, put in the activation code, pushed, then pulled the heavy steel door on the cell.
Outside Gotham City Hall
August 16, 2004
"Hay! Ho! Do'nt let 'em go!" A crowd chanted waving picket signes. Some read 'My brother/sister/father/son/mother died by Joker's hand' while others had crudely drawn picture of 'joker's face + Freedome=NO'. Some were even fireing muskets into the air.
Inside Gotham City Hall
August 16, 2004
"God, when will they stop?" Mayor Hill said looking down at the crowd. The Mayor made his way down the the Private Servailance Room and talked to the guard sitting at the monitors, watching. "Release th--" Hill started, only to be interrupted by a blast that shook the building, causing ceiling tiles to fall. "Oh my lord!" The Guard said looking in shock at the screen. There was a huge explosion and people were running and collapsing.
"What should we do, Si-SIR!" The Guard said before looking at Mr.Hill's bleeding body tangled in wires and being splintered with wood. "Someone light the BatSignal!" The Guard yelled down the half destroyed hallway before being knocked out cold by a falling steel support beam and tiles. "Augh! Ah! Uhn!" Mayor Hill yelped trying to untangle his legs and chest and push the support beams off him. "Oh God, someone help me, PLEASE!" He yelled through a split in the wall, then a power serge was sent through the wires and baked him alive. The final bits of the City Hall fell down and burnt, and then it was just a pile of loose wires, boards, and smouldering corpses.
Inside a purple Taxi Cab
August 16, 2004
"Did you take care of him,Harl?" A deep, sinister voice said from the shadows. "He's been smoked like a turkey on Thanksgiving day!" A woman in a black and red leather suit said, fitting on a jester-like mask. "Did you remember to make it look like a Suicide Bomber?" He inquired again. Harley sighed "Yes, puddin, I did everything you told me...". Joker stepped out of the cab "Were here, Harl!" He said "Where?" She asked. "Lady Pink's Bar-&-Grill" He said pointing to a rotting sign with fading colors, but you could make out a lasy in a pink tube top and panties.
Lady Pink's Bar-&-Grill
August 16, 2004
"What a cheery place..." Harley said sarcasticly, looking at the dusty tables, the busted stage lights, and whiskie bottles on the floor dating back to 1918. "I've got it covered." Joker said bringing in random stuff, like a plastic joker head, some teddy bears, neon bars of green and purple, a wooden statue of batman with arrows stuck in him, and some lightbulbs. After all these were put in place, it looked like the Carnival hideout, only smaller, and this one smelled of old alcahol. Joker took a swig from one of the 86-year-old bottles "Don't you just love it?". Harley cringed as he gulped down the watered down substance from the dusty bottle.
"Now, what are we going to do for goons?" Harley asked ploping down into a dusty covered chair. "Splicing, my dear, splicing!" He said motioning for people to come out. Two men that looked like they had been dead and rotted for a long time stepped out infront of Joker. "May I introduce you to--" He continued pointing to the left "Mayor Hill!". He now had pale skin, bits of grey ruffled hair around his head, and wore a purple clown suit with yellow spots and a matching hat along with a bazooka "And--" He continued pointing to the right "Autorney Foxxine!".
He had purple face paint, ruffled strands of purple hair, and a sledge hammer. "Oh! There ADORABLE!" Harley said wrapping her arms and legs around Foxxine's chest, smacking him with a wet kiss on the cheek. "How about you two go have some private time?" Joker said motioning towards a Janitor's Closet. "Okay!" Harl said excitedly. "Private! Your name is now Snap! Make sure Gordon dosnt make it through the night!" He said trying to act like a millitary general.
G.P.D Headquarters, Room 405
August 16, 2004
Gordon sat calmly in his arm-chair typing a report on the afternoon bombing. He was suddenly grasped by the throat and thrown out a window and onto a building below. When the clown slammed down onto the rooftop, Gordon pulled out his revolver but received a kick in the jaw, sending him flying into the pavement below. As cop cars approached the body he fired his bazooka at them, instantly turning them into a burning mass of steel framing. After admiring his 'work', Snap turned around and was punched down into a cop car.
Batgirl then dived down and punched him somemore. She was grabbed up by the skull and thrown into a jewelry store window, only able to watch Snap run for the docks. "Nightwing! I need you at the docks A.S.A.P!" She yelled, pressing her cowl's ear. "O.K, I'll take the jet!" he said before the radio snapped off.
Gotham City Harbor
August 16, 2004
"End of the line!" A man on top of a wooden roof said, grabbing Snap by the colar. "No!" He hissed and sucker punched Nightwing. "There.." He said, only to be kicked in the face by Nightwing as he flipped himself back up on the roof. "No!" He yelled pounding Nightwing onto the roof and doing so three times, repeating the same line between the beatings. Snap received a punch in the muscular gut, but it only shattered Nightwing's wrist.
Before he recovered from the broken wrist, Nightwing was suddenly proppeled through the boards on the dock and into the icey Gotham water. "Hahahahaha!" Snap laughed in triumph "Hahah-UK!". He had a leather rope twisted around his throat and was yanked onto a nearby ship's poopdeck. "Wanna cross a black cat on a full moon?" A woman said kneeing Snap in the jaw. "I certaintly wouldn't!" She continued, revealing herself to be the one and only, Catwoman.
"You think I can't handle a little puss like you?" Snap said getting into a karate pose. "Puss?" Catwoman said tauntingly "Could a simple pussy cat do this?" She said sinking her claws deep into his face, slowly scraping them down to his chin. "Ya-Aaaaah!" He said while covering his wound, leaving his chest voulnrable to many kicks and scratches. "No! Please stop!" He pleaded,climbing a ladder to the top level of the ship. Catwoman quickly backflipped onto him and sucker-punched him down the the poopdeck, then she put all her wait into a flying kick the make the mast fall along with him.
Catwoman swandived into the ice cold water and grabbed Nightwing up. "Please dont be dead, kid.." She said while pulling him back on the dock and recesitated him, but it soon turned into an open-mouthed kiss. Soon the squad cars arrived just as Nightwing regained conciousness. "I gotta go." Catwoman said, stomping on the roof of a car and dashing around the corner. "Get the kid to a Hospital!" She yelled just as a cop tackled her to the ground.
Gotham General Hospital Intensive Care
August 17, 2004
Dick Grayson sat up in his bead to eat the little ham sandwich that was given to him. Oracle had came earlier in the day, she took the situation of her father being near dead very emotionly. "Hi." A wavey black haired woman said sitting on the edge of his bed. "Selena..." He said weakly. "Bullock let me off easy, seeing as I saved the life of one of Batman's understudies." She said looking him straight in the eye. "I'm curtainly no understudy..." He said with a little sliver of anger, throwing down his sandwich.
"Dont stress yourself out, kid.You need rest." She said moving closer to Dick. "All I remember is kicking a big muscular mass, then something happened, then a sharp cold pain went up my spine and I passed out." He said trying hard to remember what happened. "They didn't ever find the clown's body, my guess is he went back to his boss--" She was interupted "Joker!" He said with blind fury "When I find him he will die!" He swore. "Don't hurt yourself, again, Dick." She said, pecking him on the cheek and leaving. It was a nice change being called 'Dick' instead of kid, Dick thought