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Arkham Days	By : fearmyautobot Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Batman (All Movies) > Batman (All Movies) Views: 8284 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I stared up at him incredulously. They had to be kidding. Yet, as I stared up at the Joker's mocking smile I knew they weren't.

"In the corner clown!" I turned to see a guard staring in through a slit in the door. The Joker shrugged his shoulders and turned walking and sitting the corner opposite me.

"Good. Stay there." The guard pointed his fingers while the Joker sat twiddling his thumbs. I sat up, turning and making sure to give one good glare, before turning my back to him. Just incase he didn't realize he was unwelcome, well, he was sure going to know now.

"You don't want to ah-talk?" I closed my eyes, turning my nose up and away from him, the common snub I'd seen on the TV shows everyone watched. I could hear the Joker shifting in place, trying to get comfortable on the floor. Casually, I opened my eyes, staring off trying not to seem interested in the Jokers shuffling movements.

"Remind me, ah, Crow.." I could hear him sliding a little closer. "Why are you hear again?" Was he serious? He knew why I was here. I slid further away, and refused to answer him.

"Aw, come on." I could here the smile in his voice, as crooned at me.

"You know why I'm here." I spat back.

"But why are you in here?"

"Because of you!" He should know he got in me in solitaire.

"No, uh, not in solitaire." I could hear his lips pop together, in what I was sure was one of his trademark smacks. "In Arkham."

"You lost your memory. So what? There are dozens of places they could have sent you." Once again I could hear him slide closer behind me, accompanied by a low growl from Croc through the vent. "More, ah, importantly, why did they put you in Block D?"

"Back up clown, and keep your mouth shut!" I could hear Croc gnashing his teeth together. It was a sound that I had been previously used to, but the sudden use of the killers tactics brought chills to my spine.

"Oh ho!" Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the Joker lean back and laugh, he obviously wasn't frightened of the caged killer.

"You see, Crow? This is my point." His voice got eerily low.

"What point would that be?" I turned around to face the corner, but to my surprise he had already moved directly behind me. I stared at him as he sat in front of me, unusually quiet and still. Exactly, what was he trying to say. I mean as long as I could remember I had been in this block D, and it had never bothered me before. I had never been to another part of Arkham, and they had never given me another choice.

"You don't get it?" His face was frozen in his mocking grin, but he still remained unmoving, his voice calm and unwavering.

"Shut it clown!" Croc's fingers slid through the vent reaching blindly grasping for its prey. Slowly the Joker stood in place, staring down at Croc's flexing fingers, before slamming his foot over top of them. I could hear Croc let out a roar, as Joker held his fingers beneath his shoe.

"Shut it you!" The guard started beating on Waylon's door trying to quiet him, as though he just randomly yells all the time.

"Stop it!" The Joker just looked at me and smiled as he applied more weight to the fingers. I jumped to my feet racing towards him in an attempt to tackle the Joker to the ground. Although, instantly I could tell I had no career in football, as the Joker remained standing, I did manage to knock him off of Croc's fingers who immediately pulled them back through the vent. The rush of footsteps and yelling told me that the guards were taking Croc from his cell. I could feel long arms slide undermine as they secured themselves around my back, pulling me forward as Joker struggled to keep his balance. In the end I found myself pressed against the crazed clown, as he held me in place. I could feel my heart beat out of chest, and judging by the smirk on his face, I was sure he could too.
His arms tightened around my body, holding me up on my tiptoes as he lightly swayed in place, like some kind of 2nd grade dance.

"Tell me," He quickly readjusting his arms and tilting me to the side in a dip, the manner of which he did it told me he had experience dancing, "have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight?"

"Is there a name for whats wrong with you?" Looking up at him I couldn't help but wonder if it hurt to smile as long as he did.

"Many." He pulled me back up, but still refused to let go.

"Let go." I placed my hands against his chest pushing out and hoping to break his arms apart.

"You never answered my question."

"Oh my gosh," I settled with my arms still pushing me so that even though I wasn't out of his grasp, I wasn't pulled up against him. "Have a danced with the devil in the, oh what was it, moonlight? Hm, let me think. No! Or if I have guess what? Amnesia would stop me from remembering. So there question answered let me go."

"Nice-ah, try." His grasp tightened.

"Geez, why am I here? I don't know. I don't remember. I'm in a crazy house, for crazy people? So I'm guessing it's because they think I'm crazy." I was getting tired of his games, but despite his never wavering grin, his eyes had a solid serious look. Strange, I know I'd looked him in the eye many times before, but this was the first time I registered just how green his eyes were, and how insignificant they made me feel. Could eyes really do that?

"You are only partly right. You are in a crazy house," He leaned in slightly, his arms tightening, "for the criminally insane."

I could feel my body go slack in his arms, and my insides had a sudden sinking feeling, like having a stone dropped in the middle of my stomach. I had no knowledge of being anywhere else, but here. Never once had it crossed my mind just exactly where in Arkham I was, and no the realization made me want to just slink away and disappear. Had it not been for the Joker, I might actually have tried it.
"What? Don't tell me you didn't notice?" I could feel his chest rumble as he laughed. "Not even once?!" His arms loosened and I slid easily to the floor, as he walked around clutching his sides as he continued to laugh.

"We are criminals in here." His laughter slowly started dying out as he walked over crouching down in front of me. He grabbed my chin forcing me to look up at him, but it wasn't hard I didn't resist. "Murders most of us."

Ignorance is bliss, and since his arrival everything but him had brought me bliss. My former terrors were now my comrades, people were speaking openly to me, I was actually enjoying myself, but now? Now what? He was right. I knew that Croc had attacked people before, for all I knew he had killed people. I knew the Joker had killed many, he hadn't made any attempt to hide it.

"Crane." The name slipped out of my lips, barely a whisper. No one would tell me why he was here before.

"Yes. Even your-ah dear friend Scarecrow."

"Tell me."

"About Scarecrow?" He smacked his lips together his eyes glued to mine. I could feel my eyes watering, and the building water escape with every blink.

"No. Tell me what I did to get here." His hand reached up, brushing the water away from my chin. I felt his hand slip to the back of my hair, his fingers grasping my locks tightly, pulling my face towards his.

"Hmmmmm," He crouched in closer, I could feel his breath beating down on my face. "Why should I?" His other hand reached up brushing my cheek.

"I'll tell you what. Let's make this a game." He grinned pulling me on my knees. "Care to know the rules?"

"I thought you didn't believe in rules." He patted my cheek, a little force behind his gesture but not enough to cause actual pain.

"For myself? No. You look like a girl who needs a little, ah, structure." He pinched my cheek for added effect. "You can ask anyone questions about you, but ah don't expect anyone to talk."

"Then what about when I just asked y---" One again I felt his hand patting against my cheek, only this was a little harder than before.

"Ah ah ah, I'm not finished." With his thumb on one side and his fingers slipping under my chin to the other side, he squished my face shaking it lightly back and forth. "You can ask me for hints, but my clues will cost you, and uh," He leaned in his lips brushing my ear," I'm not cheap. You have one week, one, to find out who you are.

"After one week?" His grin wrinkled his scars, even his eyes seemed like they were smiling.

"After one week, I get whatever I want. You become mine permanently, no questions, no complaints, no running away and asking for help from the babbling guard or the feather brained doctor. Mine. Oh, you can buy more time, but like I said it'll cost you, and ah, no talking about our little arrangement. If you do I'll know, and it's an instant game over, and I collect my reward."

"So if this is a game, that means I get a first clue free right?" I reached up wiping the drying tears from my cheeks. The Joker didn't seem to thrilled with my proposition.

"So that means you'll play?" I slowly nodded my head. His fingers curled tighter in my hair. I threw my hands up to loosen his grip, my mouth opening in a silent cry. Suddenly I felt a crushing force, as his mouth collided with mine, his tongue thrusting into my open mouth, playing with all it could feel, before he pulled away.

"Everyone knows your name."

Author's Notes:

Sorry, it's been a while! It took me a bit to find somewhere to go with this story while I was rounding up the last few chapters of Time to be Serious (They are almost finished and should be posted in the next week.) So this is where it is going right now, I still plan to have lots of Crow on S.Crow action, but I couldn't resist giving the Joker the opportunity to get a few kicks. I plan to give some other villains more key roles in the next couple chapters. Thanks to all for the wonderful comments, and for reminding me to update! I love you guys, and I hope you enjoy.

(and sorry about typos, this was kinda rushed.)

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