Chapter Thirty One

Jester’s POV


I stood there shaking, with the barrell of the gun pushed into Robin’s temple. Everything was still for a moment, like we were frozen in time. Batman, under his dark mask, had the most horrified expression on his usually expressionless face. It was because he knew, he knew that deep down there was no way out of this. He had to make a choice, it was either save Robin or save Gotham.


I took in slow, steady breaths. I felt like I was about to puke. Batman finally came to a decision as to who he was going to save and he lunged. I was unable to see who he chose, whether it was his dear friend or the city that he had given everything to protect, because my eyes involuntarily closed, causing everything to go black, and I hit the ground with a thud.


When I opened my eyes, I was in a dark place. I was alone and the only sounds I could hear where the faint sound of dripping water. It looked like some sort of empty building, with cloudy, dirty windows. I picked myself up off the ground. I felt surprisingly good. No intense sweating, no dizziness, no rage filled confusion--just my usual burning rage. My veins no longer glowed that sickly, bright green color. Everything was just normal.


I looked down at my clothes. I was still in the orange Arkham Asylum jumpsuit. The thick cotton of the baggy jumpsuit clung to my skin. Putting my hand up to my face, I felt the remnants of smeared make-up. I exhaled calmly, I was okay. I was still the Jester I used to be and my only goal was to find Joker and Harley and figure out what the hell happened.


I took a couple steps, exiting the dark, empty room. I realized I was in some sort of abandoned building. Rats roamed about on the dirty ground and the hallways were so dirty that I couldn’t even tell what kind of building it was before it had been abandoned. With my heart set on finding an exit, I roamed around aimlessly.


I had this foggy feeling in my mind, like something was horribly wrong. My thoughts raced and I had the most intense, ominous feeling that I could not put my finger on. I tried to bulk up my courage.


I am Jester. I was strong enough to bring down Batman and Robin. Joker chose me, he trusts me, he loves me. I can take anyone down. I have nothing to fear.


An abrupt noise startled me and I turned around sharply. The darkness hovered over every wall and clouded every corner. It was nearly impossible to see anything. My mind told me it was just some dumb rat but my gut told me that something was sitting in a dark corner, waiting for the chance to attack.


“I know you’re there” I said boldly, challenging my would-be nemesis. There was no response. If there was someone there, they were toying with me, making me question my own sanity.


“You can’t beat me...no one can”


Silence.


A rat ran across the ground at my feet. I looked down at it but did not jump. It did not scare me. Turning in a circle, I scanned each of the corners of the room one last time, reassuring myself that there was actually no one there.


I heard another suspicious noise and decided it couldn’t just be a rat. There was definitely someone else in the room with me--but it was too late. A match was lit right in front of my face and I saw who my stalker was.


The face was savage, bruised and cut up, with a vicious nature to it. It reminded me of a rat, in the sense that it looked like it belonged to a creature that had been kept in a cage and experimented on for the better part of its life. It had dark eyes, much darker than my glowing green ones. But that was the only difference, for our faces were otherwise exactly the same.


Annie.


The match went out--or rather was put out by being pushed into my face. I recoiled in pain from the burn. Before I could react I was in a fight for my life. Tumbling around in the darkness, fists came out of no where and slammed into me with a vengeful force. I fought back like I had never before; I fought harder than I had trying to bring down Robin. She would not win, she didn’t have the skills I did.


The only times I could see to block her heavy punches where when we stepped into the small beams of moonlight that broke through the dusty windows.


“You’re going to die, Jester. I’m taking my life back”


“Who are you kidding? Joker turning you into me was the best thing to ever happen to you! I’m better than you in every possible way, I’m stronger, more powerful. I have a family, I have Joker and Harley and you have no one. Your brother is dead and it’s all because of you. So why don’t you just stay dead?”


Everything that had happened was finally clear to me and it felt so good to not have an ounce of doubt or confusion in me. I lunged at her, landing a series of successful, violent blows. She was taken aback from the pain but quickly regained control of herself. She was obnoxiously determined.


“You’re wrong, Jester.”


“You think you can stop me? You are weak! I’m so much stronger! I have every reason to live and you have nothing. I have Joker and Harley and together we are going to wreak havoc. We’ll kill and maim anyone who you ever loved and you can’t do anything about it.”


I watched her face contort as she fought with me. She was not the same little teenage girl that I had seen pictures of and heard about. She was brutal and aggressive. Her brown hair was matted all over and she wore tattered jean shorts, decrepit converse and a ripped shirt. She looked like a prisoner of war with the most vengeful look upon her face, her dark eyes most menacing. With each blow she directed at me, I could feel how much she wanted to kill me. She hated me more than anything--it was flattering.


“I do have a reason to live...it’s killing you" She screamed.


Annie landed a hard blow into my stomach before twisting my hand around, forcing out a small crunch. I shrieked in pain.


Pain.


This was all new to me. I had never felt pain before because of the toxins or whatever Joker had called them but now they were gone and my wrist was broken.


I realized what had happened now. When I collapsed to the ground at Arkham, I fell into some kind of coma or something and now it was just me and Annie fighting for control. It was a fight to the death for consciousness of my body--her body.


I took a quick step away from her, trying to cope with the pain. My breathing was heavy now but I was filled with the most powerful emotion I had--anger. We glared at each other in the darkness and the only sound that could be heard was our heavy breathing.


I clenched my fists, ignoring the immense pain. This was the moment that everything had boiled down to. It was finally time for me to kill this bitch.


Author's Note:


Hello Lovelies!!!!


Thanks for sticking with me all these months. I apologize for not updating for so long even when I promised to but I'm not going to make up any excuses. SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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                                        -Avis

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