The Neighbour's Date

[tinhuvielartanis]

I'm writing what will be the darkest Date Night in the history of the series. Here's what I have so far. It all looks pretty innocent but, trust me, how I'm gonna end it? The Nun's Date is gonna look like a Vaudeville joke.

The Neighbour’s Date

He sat in the lofty comfort of his second floor room, gazing out across the endless ordered lawns that surrounded what his neighbours thought was an abandoned millhouse. The Joker’s place was the eyesore of this neighbourhood and the people who lived there inclined to keep their eyes averted from the place, hoping that it would someday go away. Much like the way people reacted to him when they saw him, either with or without the war paint.

But the Joker didn’t care. As long as they stayed away and showed an active disinterest in his little corner of the world, he was pleased as punch. Judy even. He’d docked his iPod, the very one he’d taken as a souvenir from the lovely dentist who had no vision beyond her little organised universe. It was people liked that the Joker liked to make squirm before he killed them. I wanted to see the realisation of Chaos in their eyes before he released them into Oblivion, a flesh gift to the gods of Existentialism.

He had an itch and not one you could scratch with one of those curly pieces-of-shit wood you get at tourist traps. It was further fueled by the music his iPod had decided to play on shuffle. Lots of Massive Attack. Dr. Romello had had a thing for this band, apparently, and the Joker could see why. The steady, driving beats, the wall of bass, the undeniable sonic manifestation of seduction could not be denied. And that was what J wanted now, seduction. He wanted to seduce and be seduced. He wanted to sink into the inevitability of flesh where madness and scars were nightmares in another world.

But he didn’t really want to go out this evening either. He’d planned on lying low since the uproar over the nun. The Joker could depend on Sidney to bring him someone, he guessed, but that did seem terribly antiseptic. The Joker chuffed heavily and rubbed his paintless face, gazing out to the far Gotham horizon. The sun was beginning to sink. Decisions, decisions…

About that time, a movement below caught the Joker’s eye. He looked down to see a woman of about 35 staring up at him. Just standing there in his yard, peering up at him like she’d never seen another person before in her entire life. Not taking his eyes from her, J pressed a small comm button on the desk next to the window.

“Yeah, boss?” Sidney said.

“There’s a woman in our front yard staring up at me. Go..get..her.”

Sidney didn’t even respond back because he was that good. Why waste time saying “all right” when it had better damned well be all right? He watched as Sidney emerged from the house, his bald brown pate reflecting the evening sun. The Joker giggled at Sidney, who didn’t say a word to the woman, just grabbed her by the arm and hustled her in doors. Sidney didn’t play around. He liked Sidney. Turning his head away from the window, the Joker inclined the left side of his head to his bedroom door, listening.

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There will be more. Oh yes, there will be more.

Comments

[boira.livejournal.com]

Is there any better way to start the week?
Now I'm waiting for the rest of it....

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

Just a warning: it's gonna be really dark. Like J at his very psychotic best dark. If anyone still wants to hang with J after this then.... I don't know what to say! LOL

[boira.livejournal.com]

Goths haven't any problem with darkness... in fact, colours are scary (except for J's wardrobe, I can take that)
Let's there be darkness, and let's enjoy it!