Batman: Rise of Joker
A Story by Blaztro
Chapter One: Ace of Clubs
Part One
Batman prowled along the rooftop of Ace Chemical plant, looking for the notorious Monk, a killer he had gotten a lead on recently. He took out his glass slicer from his utility belt, and carefully sliced a hole in the glass roof. He quickly caught it before it fell, and place it on the rooftop. Securing his grappling hook, the Dark Knight propelled down below, and retracted the cord into his belt.
"Well, well, well, look what the... bat dragged in," called a menacing voice. Batman whirled around, and saw a man with a black fedora and a pinstriped suit. "Don't you remember me? No? You locked my sister, Ruby Ryder, up in Blackgate." Batman showed no sign of surprise at the sight of Jack Ryder, now head of the Ryder crime family. "You didn't think I'd seek retribution? You were wrong. Get 'im, boys!" Several men stepped out of the shadows, and fired at Batman. When the powder smoke cleared, he was unharmed. A murmur started up. "Well, don't just stand there! Get 'im!"
"Uh, right boss!" The nine men lunged at Batman, who gave one a swift kick to the chest. He leaped up, allowing one to plow into another, and then came back down on a fourth. He grabbed the fifth and sixth, and slammed their heads together, then threw the seventh over the catwalk. Irritated, Jack joined in the fray. Number eight and nine looked at each other, and began to flee, only to be hoisted up, and slammed into each other. Now only Jack remained. Ryder threw a left hook, but was countered swiftly by a block. Soon, Jack staggered over to the edge, laughing, finding himself with two black eyes. He braced as he prepared for the next punch, forgetting he was holding a stun gun. The pressure on it jammed it on, and he thrust it forward, as the punch came to his jaw, blood flecks flying. He fell over the edge, and Batman reached out to grab him, but he slipped through. The Dark Knight cringed at the hideous screams of Jack being electrocuted in the vat below. As Batman turned to leave, he noticed something on the edge of the catwalk. A Joker playing card.
Bruce took his seat next to the ravishing Vicki Vale at Gothams illustrious Gemini Club. Many important Gothamites were present. Mayor Ponderosa, DA Harvey Dent, Commissioner Jim Gordon, Reporter Clara St Gray, and many of the members of the city council were all there. Bruce also noticed his childhood friend, Tommy Elliot, now the successful head of Wayne Enterprises rival, GothCorp.
A man hidden by shadows walked on stage. He chuckled. Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the Gemini Club. Tonights entertainment will be the Aces of Knaves. The audience clapped, and fell silent as the man stepped into the light. His skin was white as snow, his hair dark green, gelled into horns. Below his pointed nose was a forced-looking smile, showing yellow teeth. The lips were stained the color of dried blood, the eyes had rings around them like bruises. He wore a sparkly purple suit, with a green shirt and an orange necktie under it. On his breast pocket was a pink carnation, and on his hands, purple gloves. He had purple pants to match, and black shoes.
Who the ---- is the freak!? shouted someone in the front row. The man onstage laughed, and leaned down close to him. I, my friend, he said softly, AM THE JOKER!!! he yelled, laughing. And I expect to have a captive audience!!! He nodded, and several goons in clown masks stepped out of the shadow, and barred the doors. They wielded a multitude of firearms.
For my first act, Ill need a hosta- volunteer. Mr. Dent, please step for-WARD. Two more goons dragged Harvey on stage. Please place this man on the target board, and put the apple on his head. Joker turned to the audience. I am sure you all know of William Tell. If you do, you will know the reference when I shoot an apple of this mans head. The difference? I will have my eyes shut. He added extra emphasis on shut, almost hissing it. He closed his eyes, grabbed a gun, and aimed. BANG! Harvey winced, and a woman screamed, but nothing. A rod stuck out of the gun, and from it, a flag that read BANG! unfurled. Joker pointed it into the audience. You see, no danger! As he said danger, he pulled the trigger, and Clara St Gray fell dead, blood pooling from her chest.
In the ensuing chaos, Bruce easily slipped into the bathroom, where he threw open his golf bag, and pulled on the cape and cowl. He checked his utility belt, growled for effect, and rushed out. As he stared at Joker from the back of the stage, he paled, as if he had seen a ghost. But I heard him die, he growled under his breath.
As Batman ran out on stage, the Joker whirled about. You again! This just got so much more fun! Boys, the Bat is in the building!!! he sang out like a canary. Come quietly, or I shoot Mr. Dent! And then, the mayor! He chortled and cooed with glee, although his eyes betrayed rage and pain. He winced as he flexed his jaw. This is your fault you know. And the surgeons. But hes dead now, and soon, you will be too. He turned to his men. No conventional firearms this time, boys! Hit him with some Joker gas! I wanna unmask him; humiliate him, before I carve a smile on his face with a bayonet!
Batman coughed and wheezed as the Joker Gas entered his respiratory system. The last thing he saw as he blacked out was Joker, waving. Nighty night, Batty Boy!!!
A Story by Blaztro
Chapter One: Ace of Clubs
Part One
Batman prowled along the rooftop of Ace Chemical plant, looking for the notorious Monk, a killer he had gotten a lead on recently. He took out his glass slicer from his utility belt, and carefully sliced a hole in the glass roof. He quickly caught it before it fell, and place it on the rooftop. Securing his grappling hook, the Dark Knight propelled down below, and retracted the cord into his belt.
"Well, well, well, look what the... bat dragged in," called a menacing voice. Batman whirled around, and saw a man with a black fedora and a pinstriped suit. "Don't you remember me? No? You locked my sister, Ruby Ryder, up in Blackgate." Batman showed no sign of surprise at the sight of Jack Ryder, now head of the Ryder crime family. "You didn't think I'd seek retribution? You were wrong. Get 'im, boys!" Several men stepped out of the shadows, and fired at Batman. When the powder smoke cleared, he was unharmed. A murmur started up. "Well, don't just stand there! Get 'im!"
"Uh, right boss!" The nine men lunged at Batman, who gave one a swift kick to the chest. He leaped up, allowing one to plow into another, and then came back down on a fourth. He grabbed the fifth and sixth, and slammed their heads together, then threw the seventh over the catwalk. Irritated, Jack joined in the fray. Number eight and nine looked at each other, and began to flee, only to be hoisted up, and slammed into each other. Now only Jack remained. Ryder threw a left hook, but was countered swiftly by a block. Soon, Jack staggered over to the edge, laughing, finding himself with two black eyes. He braced as he prepared for the next punch, forgetting he was holding a stun gun. The pressure on it jammed it on, and he thrust it forward, as the punch came to his jaw, blood flecks flying. He fell over the edge, and Batman reached out to grab him, but he slipped through. The Dark Knight cringed at the hideous screams of Jack being electrocuted in the vat below. As Batman turned to leave, he noticed something on the edge of the catwalk. A Joker playing card.
Bruce took his seat next to the ravishing Vicki Vale at Gothams illustrious Gemini Club. Many important Gothamites were present. Mayor Ponderosa, DA Harvey Dent, Commissioner Jim Gordon, Reporter Clara St Gray, and many of the members of the city council were all there. Bruce also noticed his childhood friend, Tommy Elliot, now the successful head of Wayne Enterprises rival, GothCorp.
A man hidden by shadows walked on stage. He chuckled. Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the Gemini Club. Tonights entertainment will be the Aces of Knaves. The audience clapped, and fell silent as the man stepped into the light. His skin was white as snow, his hair dark green, gelled into horns. Below his pointed nose was a forced-looking smile, showing yellow teeth. The lips were stained the color of dried blood, the eyes had rings around them like bruises. He wore a sparkly purple suit, with a green shirt and an orange necktie under it. On his breast pocket was a pink carnation, and on his hands, purple gloves. He had purple pants to match, and black shoes.
Who the ---- is the freak!? shouted someone in the front row. The man onstage laughed, and leaned down close to him. I, my friend, he said softly, AM THE JOKER!!! he yelled, laughing. And I expect to have a captive audience!!! He nodded, and several goons in clown masks stepped out of the shadow, and barred the doors. They wielded a multitude of firearms.
For my first act, Ill need a hosta- volunteer. Mr. Dent, please step for-WARD. Two more goons dragged Harvey on stage. Please place this man on the target board, and put the apple on his head. Joker turned to the audience. I am sure you all know of William Tell. If you do, you will know the reference when I shoot an apple of this mans head. The difference? I will have my eyes shut. He added extra emphasis on shut, almost hissing it. He closed his eyes, grabbed a gun, and aimed. BANG! Harvey winced, and a woman screamed, but nothing. A rod stuck out of the gun, and from it, a flag that read BANG! unfurled. Joker pointed it into the audience. You see, no danger! As he said danger, he pulled the trigger, and Clara St Gray fell dead, blood pooling from her chest.
In the ensuing chaos, Bruce easily slipped into the bathroom, where he threw open his golf bag, and pulled on the cape and cowl. He checked his utility belt, growled for effect, and rushed out. As he stared at Joker from the back of the stage, he paled, as if he had seen a ghost. But I heard him die, he growled under his breath.
As Batman ran out on stage, the Joker whirled about. You again! This just got so much more fun! Boys, the Bat is in the building!!! he sang out like a canary. Come quietly, or I shoot Mr. Dent! And then, the mayor! He chortled and cooed with glee, although his eyes betrayed rage and pain. He winced as he flexed his jaw. This is your fault you know. And the surgeons. But hes dead now, and soon, you will be too. He turned to his men. No conventional firearms this time, boys! Hit him with some Joker gas! I wanna unmask him; humiliate him, before I carve a smile on his face with a bayonet!
Batman coughed and wheezed as the Joker Gas entered his respiratory system. The last thing he saw as he blacked out was Joker, waving. Nighty night, Batty Boy!!!
