He haden't noticed the blur that raced behind him, until, it had already p*censored*ed him. He turned around, with a jolt, feeling his heart beating faster, as he attempted to keep himself from panicking.
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C'mon, Alexis, Jack wouldn't panic...Beisdes, you can take anything.....He thought to himself, trying to pretend nothing was there. Of course it wouldn't be so bad if he weren't on the roof of the hospital.
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The wind whipping around made it impossible not to shake, and hearing was bad enough, as his dress whipped around, the leather making even more noise, adgitating him more than anything else, while he tried to finish getting out of there.
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"And where do you think your going?" These seven words were enough to make Alexis jump, and his heart begin beating in his throat, as he tried to calm himself, to near-no avail, he whirred around, but didn't see anything.
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"...Hmph...None of your buisnes," He smirked, crossing his arms, doing a fantastic job of hiding his fear.
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Jack...Where are you?
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That comment rewarded him with a smack to the back of his head, almost knocking him over and out, as he dropped to his knee's, feeling sharp pain in the back of the head, he was holding.
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"Ouch! Who the hell are-" He said turning around, but stopped, immediatly gasping. It wasn't anybody he had really had contact with before. But that cape, that devil-ish look, that musceled body, it was so obvious...
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"Your worst nightmare. Now, start talking," He said, kneeling in front of Alexis who was now shaking, not expecting the visit.
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...Y...Y...y-y-your in the h-h-hospital....Were....Bane...Bane almost k-k-killed you," He stammered, trying to inch back, but found the ripped portion of his dress being stepped on by the man's leg.
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"Well, I'm better. Forget the crap youve read in the comics kiddo. I want to know where Joker is," He said, voice threatening him to be defiant, as his glare stared into near-cowering emerald eyes.
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"....H-h-him?..Hmph," Alexis seemed to have gotten some of his courage back. "How the h-hell should I know? "
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Again that got a hand wrapped around his throat with force to make him choke, his hands to instinctivly wrap around the threat, even thought he couldn't pull. Everything was fuzzy enough due to the tunnel vision he had recieved from the on-comming panic attack, neither was his breathing going the way he wanted it to.
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"Don't feed me that bull. You work with him. Your always sneaking in and out of the asylum. You know right where he lives. I rarely see him without you, and this is the second time I've seen you without him. I knew if I bided my time, I'd get the chance I wanted to. Now, ether start talking, or I'm killing you right here," He threatened, not considering the fact Alexis was gasping for breath, his already usually pale face becomming paper white.
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He knew he had to act fast, or else he'd get killed. Quickly he found himself fumbling with a strap on his boot, that really had a hidden knife. It took him a half a minute, but he was able to take it out and stab the attacker in the shoulder, making the stand up immediatly and throw Alexis, who was, albeit happy to have open airways again, but was greeted with almost, falling over fifty stories.
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He stood up, the desire to run becomming much more apperent, as he felt his leg's wanting to give out, buckling underneath him, shaking almost as badly as he was. He saw the man rip the ten inch birthday present from Joker out of his shoulder and toss it back at Alexis, it would have hit him square in the mouth, had he not ducked.
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"So, it's gonig to be this way? I hope you have a high pain tollerance. When I'm done with you, you'll wish you were dead," He smirked, there was a glint in blue eyes, a psychotic pleasue was being taken in this.
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I think this guy is either a: Just as messed up as Jack, or b: He's a human version of Jack...Neither are good when your on the recieving end of an a.ss-kicking, from him! Think, Alexis, dammit, think!
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"I told ya," He said, breathing still horrible, from the strangle. "I don't know where the hell he is. He could be at a strip club for all I know. I'm just the delivery boy. All I've been to him," He said, wondering if he was just saying this, or how much truth was there to that statement.
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"Lying," The man said, and before Alexis knew it, he was in front of him. He was smarter this time, he wasn't gonig to let himself get killed. Boy ,did this bring memoeies back of the times when he was hiding from his father....
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He dropped down, letting his leg stick out, then slid it, to try and trip him, ignoring how the cold stone made it harder for him to concentrait, but the attacker jumped over Alexis' leg, and stood there, as if waiting for Alexis' abbrupt standing up, as Alexis tried to lift his leg to kick him in the side of his abdomen, accomplishing him getting his leg grabbed, twisted painfully, and him getting tossed, smack-dab in the middle of the roof, inches away from the disgarded knife-strap. That reminded him, he had his rapier, if he had a chance to descretely pull it out....
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Now, if I could just get to my...Oh, shi-
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Before he could finish thought process, he didn't do anything to the monsterous man, and he had already made Alexis feel like death. He stood up, his leg giving him stars, he doubted it was cracked, but it was still a pain to stand on.
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He was prepaired for the punch, he put his arms up over his stomache, then his face, knowing these painful hit's would require careful examination to avoid something past terrible bruising on his arms.
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There!
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Alexis saw a good place to hit. He waited for him to try and hit Alexis in the head, and knee'd him in the hip, making his persuer drop to his knee's. If nothing else, he stunned him.
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"Not bad..." He smirked, watching Alexis fumble with the leather dress, watching calmly, as he tried to remove something from it, but was failing badly, due to the pain in his arm's, and the cold making him unable to steady his hand, and knew that Batman had been allowing him the extra time to take out the rapier. Alexis noticed his silently damning himself, knowing that the other man wasn't just playing around.
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"I sent Justice out to befriend you for a reason. You'd think someone he (Jack) trusted wouldn't be so clumsy," He smirked, standing up, looking at Alexis as hot waved of mixed emotion's, mainly containing anger and fear flooded him.
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"YOU?!" He growled, after finnaly getting the weapon out and ready for use.
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"Yeah. I know quite a bit about you. How you were raped by your father. How you were tortured by him, how you were forced to do some of the most disgusting thing's just to bring money to him. You make me sick. I also know about how you ran into Joker when you were seven. Then when you killed my father, because your step-father was friends with him," He spat.
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True, Alexis had no idea about this guy, or he would have killed the kid along with the father, and wife, but...
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"H-h-how is th-th-this p-p-p-p-p-oss-ssib-b-ble? Y-your older than m-m-me!" He said, raising the weapon, taking several step's back.
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"Joker isn't the only inhuman thing," He smiled sickly, looking at Alexis' pale face. "Afraid? Well, you should be. Now, be a good boy, and tell me what I want to know, before I make you wish you did. If he hasen't come here to help you, he won't now,"
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"Your wrong! He j-just doesn't know I'm here yet! He's probably on his way now!" He growled. He knew Jack wouldn't leave him to die. Then again, Alexis wasn't really afraid. He had been through hell-childhood- he was about ready for anything this guy could chuck at him.
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"Well....He must just be watching you or something, the idiot probably doesn't-" he wasn't expecting Alexis to cut him off, but then again, he knew the kid would need to blow off steam. He laughed, making Alexis shake with rage.
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"Don't you DARE. Say he would abandon me! He wouldn't let anything happen to me, he's the smartest person I know, and he is the only person to sucessfully control Bane when he was juiced up! Who do you think let him out to kick your a_ss?" He said, unbelieving that he would doubt Joker.
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"I know he let them out. You really think you know the Joker better than me?" He said with a laugh. "I've been dealing with him for a hell of a lot longer, than you were even born,"
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"AGH! SHUT UP, YOU B_ASTARD!!!" He roared, charging at the other, rapier aimed straight for Batman's chest. A rather tactless move, but Alexis was made for spying, stealing information, computer hacking, and gymnastics. He wasn't built for hand-to-hand combat.
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He didn't even make it to him....
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As soon as the blade was a mere two cenemeter's from Batman's chest, blood hit the floor with a disgusting splash, and Alexis tasted copper, almost dropping to his knee's, hearing the laugh echo.
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Before he even knew what was causing the searing pain in his right side, the man pulled out what was obviously a batarang, now more than half of it covered in blood, more splashing on the ground, the cold weather making him freeze even more, looking down he saw another hole in his dress, redder than ever, almost black, barely aware of what was trailing out of his mouth.
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"Where's Joker to save you? Your just human. That's the diffirence between you, me and him," He said, watching him take several step's back, looking at the wound, as if waiting to see an organ fall out of the hole.
"Don't worry, I didn't actually hit anything, but you'll need stiched, I guess, before bleeding to death," He said, examining the blade.
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"..B...b....a..star...d..." He mumbled, dropping to one knee, almost dropping his precious Rapier, barely noticing the attacker advancing.
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"Now," He said, grabbing Alexis by the back of the hair, forcing his head up, glazed emeral eyes, staring into -death- briliant sapphires.
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"Where," He asked, holding the Batarang to his throat. "..Y...Your the g-genious...Find out, yourself," He smirked, spitting blood into his face, hitting the mask, but the affect was still the same, also taking the opprotunity to jab the rapier in the semi-distracted monster's stomache, who took step's back, staring at it, as Alexis stood up on wobbly leg's.
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"..Wow, that move was so helpful on your part, I can almost understand why Joker used you," He smirked, ripping the blade out of his stomache, and throwing it to the side.
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"Y-your wrong! He wasn't using me! He saved me! He kept me from commiting suicide, he kept me safe, would he have doen that for anyone?!" He growled, not caring how his voice seemed weaker. His brain was snapping from concentration to making the man that he didn't know was toying with him realize he wasn't being used -like he cared- to the searing pain in his side, that leaked crimson like a broken faucete.
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Heh. Bas_tard. No one knows what the Joker is thinking. Now even you, Bat's. Anyone saying what he's doing, thinking, or is about to do is B/S accusations. I should know, I've known the guy for years...Unless you really have known him for a long time...Neither of you are human...But, wait,,..He's right....,,I'm not h-human...Am I...Disposable?..W..Was that all he had me here for? Because I'm gonig to die..Oh, god, please let me be wrong.
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"Your smart kid. Your the ultimate Harley. Of course he could use you better than her, and as a bonus, he knew he had your undying loyalty, that I quite easily broke, his trust in you. Stign a bit, doesn't it?. Besides...You were in love with the man for around a year, weren't you? The only reason why you still hang around him is because you want to glare dagger's at 'the competition' Harley," He laughed again.
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"He hated that b_itch, incase you hadn't noticed," He smirked, unaware of the hand he had on his stinging side. "Of course," He said. "Well, as much fun as talking to a dead line was," He said, then disapeared in a puff of smoke only to re-appear right behind the boy that was slowly getting his terror back.
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"But. You are obviously delusional," He said with a smirk, kicking the back of Alexis' right knee, causing him to drop to both knee's. "Agh!"
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He grabbed Alexis' leg, and lifted him up easily, letting him dangle, squirming a little, as he walked over to the ledge.
"This is my favorate part. However, unlike the comic's, I get to watch you go splat," He said, his painfull grip on Alexis' ankle loosening. "H-h-hey!" He said, the blood rushing to his head, messing with his concentration even more. "A-aren't you supposed to l-like put me in p-prison or something?" He asked, trying to keep his other leg up in the air, so he didn't feel like a complete idiot.
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"That's for the comics, kid. However, I'm giving to give you one last chance," He said.
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"....Go screw your little boy-wonder, pedophile." He said defiantly, trying to kick him before he let go. "I tried," He smirked, watching Alexis fall.
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"Ahhhh!" He wasn't thinking fast, or clearily, but he wouldn't go unprepaired. He knew when he went to the roof something bad was going to happen, and he already had a grapple gun with him. He couldn't hear with the wind whipping around him, nor could he see well, it was so cold he was shivering, and was fumbling with the leather. Finally he did what he believed was the smartest thing he had done that night.
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Red, bloody, ripped up leather hit the ground with a disgusting smack, as it was disgarded, Alexis decided it was too much, and was back in his red tee shirt, and black jeans, still bloody from the wound in his side, as he used the, small what looked like a gun with a giant hook on the end, as he shot at the closest object he could find.
He got it, and rather gracelessly smacking into the concrete wall. However, it was better than splatting on the ground. He looked up. As expected, the dark knight was gone, without a trace.
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Knight takes queen...I have to tell Joker.
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He said, letting the grapple unwind from what it had hit into, and he dropped the rest of the twelve feet, landing on his feet. He was in an ally, and glanced around. He saw his torn dress, he disgarded, but that, he paid no mind to.
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He took three step's and collapsed, feeling conciousness slip so far away from him.
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When he 'woke up,' he was looking up at a beautiful blue sky, laying eaglespread on his back. The sun felt good on his skin. He sighed, enjoyinh this time outside. He rarely went outside. The only time he did was when his father fell asleep form drinking.
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He was wearing blue jeans and a hunter's green tee shirt. He was seven years old, and even though he was happy outside, he was depressed. His arms were covered in bruises, and he felt like dying.
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He closed his eyes, to try and get some sleep, but he noticed a shadow over his head. He opened hsi eyes, not knowing what the figure was, after a burst of fear came over him, but quickly vanished. He couldn't tell who the figure was, but it wasn't his father, so all was well...Hopefully.
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"..Who are you?" The kid asked, looking at the figure standing over him, causing the shadow over him.
(Awww. XD)
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