Batman Porn Story: To Fight for a BadGuy Chapter 9

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Labeled Memories

Penguin stretched his neck uneasily, pain shot through his stiff body caressing every muscle until his eyes burned with tears; an audible crack pop in his neck and he sighed with relief. His eyes fluttered open, drinking in the mucky room and filthy surroundings he quickly realized where he was; his cell. Not his cozy Arkham cell, oh no, fate would not be that kind, just the plain devil cell which has been his prison for about two months now.

The man lifted himself stiffly from the stone floor, his bones and muscles screaming their protests with painful shouts and grunts. In the past few weeks he had eaten almost nothing and it was showing; his usually plump body was becoming thinner and thinner with each passing day.

Pretty soon Ill be a stork instead of a penguin he growled as he shuffled over to the steel door, which sealed away his freedom, he wanted to tear that door down, break its hinges and rip it from its frame, but he knew he couldnt. Another sigh threatened to pass his lips, but he restrained it, the last thing he wanted was to show weakness in front of these Marauders. He was never one for weakness; few villains were, having far too much pride in his bones to resort to such a thing. He never cried, although his anger might get the better of him Oswald Cobblepot was not one to break down.

Ever.

The Penguin might not be crying or sighing, but something was bothering him though, he couldnt quite place it, but he knew there was something amiss in his cell. His brow furrowed as he gazed in the blackness of his prison. He knew that something was definitely amiss, but for some reason he couldnt decipher what it was. Penguin surveyed his surroundings carefully, maybe something had been moved? Perhaps he was in a different cell? He closed his eyes feeling the strain of the past few weeks finally catching up with him.

He wasnt sure how long he could hold on like this.

He wasnt being beaten as much as the others were, but these experiments were enough to drive anyone insane. He wished he knew why they were doing this, why they had resort a man of his stature to this. Oswald knew his questions would fall on deaf ears, which made it so much harder to take in.

He opened his eyes once more and focusing softly on the floors his eyes finally found what was off in his cell. His food dish was missing, he tilted his head to the side, they never removed his dish unless it was feeding time and he wasnt hungry. Come to think of it he felt rather, well full. Oswald closed his eyes once more, trying to gather his memories, anything which might have been lost under those needles and tortures.

He vaguely remembered something a soft couch a good book and and smoked fish

Was he losing his mind? He smirked mentally, he had already lost his mind long ago losing it twice would just be impossible. His eyes snapped open again, but there was no book, no couch and definitely no fish. He gave his head a good shake and shuffled over to the corner, where a small blanket awaited him. He carefully sat down and desperately tried to think, maybe it was a dream? Yes, yes a dream a good dream, it would explain why he remembered it, it was something he desperately wanted!

He paused. Penguin rolled his tongue in his mouth for a few moments; a deep frowned settled on his features.

If it was only a dream

Then why can I taste smoked fish?

Penguin buried his face in his three fingered hands, he wished he knew, he wished desperately for this nightmare to end, to stop to cease existing. He found himself wishing he could go home to his birds, his beautiful birds! Penguin took a soft shaky breath, making sure it would not be heard beyond the door and then he did something he had not done in a very, very long time;

He wept.

The Batcave was silent; an eerie stillness had cascaded across the room after the ordeal only a mere hour before. But on a cot, in the darkness a lone figure sat, his shoulders hunched as if protecting himself from the imaginary monsters from outside. His body was fragile his spirit broken, but still a smile played on his lips.

The Joker didnt feel much like moving at the moment, his gaze staring down at his hands he wondered where his batsy was at the moment. Out fighting a criminal?

He snorted.

Unlikely, all the good villains were locked away in that hell hole. He suppressed a shiver at the thought of that place, but his mind contemplated the thought nonetheless, what was happening now? Not that he was worried; he told himself he was just curious.

Curious as to whether theyre alright a voice said in his head.

Shut-up the clown barked angrily.

Fair enough the voice retorted, But Im not the one talking to myself,

Joker paused at this, a sudden frown where his lips once smiled, he considered and pondered this a moment before he reached a conclusion;

Then who the hell are you talking to? he asked.

I am speaking to you, meaning the something which exists, but does not really in my terms of existence. I am in all reality not speaking; merely because in all reality I do not in fact exist to be spoken to as I am merely a fantasy and illusion of your rather twisted mind. In other words you got a rather nasty bump on the head and now youre hearing voices.

Joker paused.

Youre pretty damn smart for a hallucination!

Touch

Joker shook his head, but thankfully the voice did not return. His eyes shifted from his palms to the ceiling where the bats hung from the cave walls, black wings flapped in the darkness of the cave as little eyes sparkled on the ceiling. A sudden emptiness engulfed him and pushing himself into a standing position he glared straight ahead as the fiery emotion engulfed him completely.

He needed to see Batman.

Batman screeched to a halt in the cave, the steam rising from the engine in the icy breath of the cave, the darkness was illuminated by the blue lights and leaning back Batman forced himself to relax the taught muscles in his muscular body. This was turning out to be one rough day; upon hearing from the commissioner he had hoped that Gordon would tell him that the police were on the trail of the criminals or at least that they had in fact gone missing!

He scolded himself for not checking that out before going to Gordon.

Opening the mobile he leapt out and made his way to the batcave, his thoughts were everywhere at once, so many questions, so few answers and even less leads. If the villains were in Arkham then why was the Joker in such bad shape? A lie? It very well could be; it was the Joker they were talking about not some innocent thief. Batman huffed angrily, he felt frustrated with the knowledge that he was in the dark quite literally! He would have to interrogate Joker until the clown fesses up he just hoped he would like the answer he got.

Bruce started up the staircase his mind still wondering around the many questions in his head, but he never reached the entrance to the cave; a sudden explosion tore through the walls and knocked him completely off balance, he found himself grabbing anything to prevent himself from falling down the stairs. Finally getting his footing under control Batman jumped up and stormed up the stairs as quickly as his feet allowed him.

His eyes widened upon seeing his beloved Batcave. Everything from computers to tracking devices to batarangs was strewn across the cave floor. He felt a boiling anger engulf him, this was his lifes work and most of it, if not all of it was destroyed! The Batman quickly realized that most of his electrical appliances were very much dead, but his anger ten folded when his gaze found the culprit.

Joker!

The clown prince of crime turned around, his face rather stunned at the sight of the Batman.

My, my that was fast! Should have thought of that in the first place, Batsy! the clown grinned, showing off his white teeth and blazing red mouth.

What have you done? Batman growled closing the distance between them and grabbing the bastard by his shirt. He pulled the clown closer, their faces inches apart.

Jokers grin, if possible, widened even further as the fire red eyes stared right through the Batman, Well you really should put some sort of warning on those explosive batarangs batsy.

Batman promptly dropped the Joker causing the clown to fall flat on his behind. He stalked over to a caged door; the lock having been broken off, but inside was titanium boxes; destroyed with some sort of spanner. He heaved one up and showed the blasted clown the labeling in bright red letters;

EXPLOSIVE! DO NOT OPEN!

The clown stared at it for a moment, but soon the smile was back full force; Red hurts my eyes,

Batman carefully took a deep breath, dropped the box and desperately tried to bring his anger down to stable. Why was he helping this bastard? If the Joker was lying then all he had to do was take the idiot back to Arkham! But he had to be sure. He slowly started counting to ten and forced his breathing to regular. It would not do to kill the clown just because of this small, minor incident.

Twenty seconds later he replied;

Get on the bed, was all he could say and to his complete surprise the clown obeyed, rather stiffly, but he did reach the cot and flopped down onto it. Batman closed in on the pale faced man and glaring at him for all he was worth he said in a deep menacing voice;

Stay here until I get back

Joker winked at him and said in a luscious voice; Ill be waiting batsy

The Batman didnt even reply he just glided through the door with as much self restrain as he could muster and stormed into the surveillance room where Alfred was still sitting. His butler seemed a little more worried than normal as he stormed in, he slammed the door shut with as much force as he could muster, but seeing his butler flinch at the sound quickly brought his raging temper down a few notches. He didnt need to take this out on Alfred, even without a cracked hip what could the man have done to stop Joker?

Are you alright, sir? Alfred asked carefully, he stared worriedly at his Master, he could practically feel the tension burning just below the surface. When Bruce didnt reply he continued softly; I am sorry for the damage, sir I was about to call you, but then you came in, there wasnt much I couldve done-

I know Alfred, Bruce sighed pulling off the mask, I know

The butler chose to remain quiet after that and decided to give his master and friend a chance to reply. Bruce wasnt himself; he was far too quiet even for the Batman. Alfred had known this man since the man was but a mere boy and though he knew not to pry he sometimes couldnt help himself;

Might I inquire, sir- he started softly, but Bruce cut him short once more.

The villains are not missing at Arkham, he said wearily and Alfred could physically see the strain in each word. Bruce finally locked eyes with his own and what he saw that dark eye was extreme fatigue.

Im sorry?

Apparently none of the inmates are missing. No break outs, no transfers, nothing! Theyre apparently still stuck and happy in Arkham. His eyes flickered to the screens and spied the Joker who seemed to be talking to himself.

Does this mean that we take him back to Arkham?

He broke his gaze from the monitors to look at his butler and the sudden drain returned full force.

No, he said firmly, I dont know why, but something about this incident just doesnt feel right, Joker is a murderer, but But what? He deserves a second chance? No that wasnt it. Because somewhere in those red eyes you saw someone who is screaming for help from inside. He had only seen it in a passing moment after Joker had attacked him and Alfred earlier, but it had been there.

Just not yet, he said finally and Alfred gave him a long piercing stare which he tried valiantly to ignore. It wasnt working, but Alfred thankfully decided to drop the subject for the time being.

Before you go gallivanting again, sir Alfred stood up, taking care to keep his weight off the bad hip. Youve been invited to our dear Arkham Asylum for a function tomorrow; and before you say no! he held up his hand just as Bruce opened his mouth; it would be a good way to get your mind off of things

Bruce sighed, Alfred was right, he needed to let off some steam and this would be a great opportunity to do just that.

And besides he could always take a little peak into the Arkham files while no one is looking. Bruce looked over at Alfred the same piercing gaze was still focused on him.

Of course he could always enjoy the party.

but for now

. he had a clown to interrogate.

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