These daydreams of mine...

Steampunk Gotham, part 6

Here is the sixth part of my Gotham in a steampunk setting. If you would like to read the full story thus far, check out the tab on my page titled “Steampunk Gotham”.   Enjoy :)

       He knew he couldn’t run far, he would only get winded and not be able to put up his best fight, but still he pushed himself further until he found the best opportunity to turn on his follower. His boots thundered against the rooftop as he raced away form the dark shape chasing him.
    “Little slower than usual tonight, Bats?” he could not see the shadowy figures face but he knew that his teeth would be bared in anger at what he had done to his feline friend. “You could turn back and tend to your girlfriend if you’re not up for this tonight? Don’t worry, I won’t be gone for long!” The Joker laughed loudly, head cocked backed in the wind as he continued to sprint across the buildings.
    In the distance, the Joker knew there would be a large gap between the structures where he could jump down between the two buildings and make his escape into the crisscrossing alleyways behind the market. All he needed to do was continue his distance from the Bat. He snuck a quick glance behind him to eye his devoted companion, but no one was after him. Confused the Joker slowed, had he lost him? He couldn’t have, he had been running in a straight path for so long, unless he had given up on the chase.
    The Joker stopped running and looked around behind him. “Maybe he took my offer and has gone back to his Kitty after all. Heh, never thought he’d take me seriously.” he said aloud. “Then again, he is painfully seri-”
    Tackled to the ground, the wind knocked out of him, he rolled towards the edge of the roof. His eyes squeezed shut awaiting the drop before he was quickly grabbed from rolling to his death, or more likely and less dramatic, a neck injury.
    His tackler pulled him away from the edge with ease and flung him towards a nearby chimney, where he could almost hear his bones cracking against the brick. “Oh, there you are Bats, *cough* I thought you had left me alone up here.” Opening his eyes for the first time since being launched across the roof, he took in the full appearance of the Dark Knight standing in front of him.
    His long black cloak whipped around his legs in the strong winds. The thick rubber soles of his boots weighing heavy on the roof, the bronze buckles stiff . Guarding his arms from harm were thick black leather gloves that reached to his elbows and the shoulder guard of his coat shielded his wide shoulders from knife attacks, Joker knew, he had tried, unsuccessfully.
     A thick, brown, leather belt, with many pockets that were filled with items he had used repeatedly to ruin Joker’s fun, was pulled tightly to his waist. His slow rising chest wore his proud symbol, the thick black stitching of the bat sat there on the leather, reminding anyone who was unlucky enough to be so close to him, who they were stupid enough to cross.
    The eyes of his bronze goggles shone menacingly, giving off a terrifying glow in the dark and with the pointed ears of his cowl that protected his neck and head, the very image of this enormous Bat was enough to bring most men to their knees in fear.
    “What’s wrong Bats? You look stressed, I can see a vain poking through your mask, heh. If you don’t like how I play with your Kitty, maybe you should come out and play with me some more, hahahaha!”
    The Batman slams his fist into the side of the Joker’s jaw and presses his head into the bricks of the smoking chimney.
    “Shut. Up. I don’t want to hear one more word from your damned mouth.” the words were a growl, barely audible in the strong winds, but the warning was there in his face, teeth clenched together in anger. “I’m taking you back to Arkham, where you can talk all you want, but for right now, remain SILENT, or else.”
    “Yah, because we both know I’m going to do that, hehehehahaha!” Joker had managed to fish a small blade from his pants pocket and slashed it across the Bats cheek, loosening his grip on the villain and stumbling backwards in shock. Unfortunately, the cut wasn’t deep enough to scar but the Batman would be even more furious with him now.
    He lept at the man before him, using the black stitching of the bat as a target to dig his knife deep within. He felt the brutish hands of the Batman grabbing him by the shoulder and flinging him to the ground. The large black bat loomed over the thin frame of the murderous criminal. Joker could see his reflection in the lenses of his goggles as he stared down at him. He weighed his options before him; surrender and skip the beating or, his more preferred method, play dirty.
    He swung his leg under the rat with wings, dropping him to the cold roofing and kicking himself up to a crouch. He launched himself once more at the bats chest, but was blocked by a massive leather arm and dug the blade into the side. The bat let out a muffled cry of pain, cradling his arm to his chest. The Joker would have to go now or miss his opportunity to escape.
    He took off sprinting across the rooftops once more, laughing maniacally as he twists and turns between the chimney stacks. It wasn’t long before he could feel the pounding of the Bats boots chasing after him. Only a few more rooftops and he can loose the pest behind the market.
    “JOKER!” the Bat roars into the night sky as the clowns long legs glide him easily from building to building, the opening to the ground below, and his escape, getting closer and closer.
    “Hey Bats! Want to know how I made your puddy tat purr? She just couldn’t resist playing with my balls! HAHAHAHA!” He had readied himself with another gas ball and launched it behind him towards the Bat. This time it exploded into a red gas that when inhaled, would paralyze any of this unlucky victims.
    The red cloud sprayed into the air, forcing Batman to stop in his tracks and cover his mouth with the tail of his coat or risk being paralyzed.
    “See ya next time, Bat-boob! Been loads of laughs! HAHAHAHAHA!” his laughter trailed off as he slid down a rain pipe into the dark alley and ran off into the maze of buildings behind the market place. “Who knew running from an over sized lunatic in a bat costume could make a person so hungry. Harley better have my super ready when I get back to her.”

I’m thinking a little Poison Ivy is needed for the next part ;) Stayed tuned!

It’s been a couple of days since I posted something…

And I apologize for that but I’m dealing with a little something right now…it’s called comic book overload.

I got paid. I went to the Comic Book Shoppe. I bought WAY too many of the new 52s. I don’t know if I had said already but I was really far behind. About a couple months behind…3 months x 52 comics, one of each coming out each month…yeah, I have a lot to read.

That’s all of them above. A hefty amount missing from my wallet now…(Y)

Also to note; COMIC CON IS COMING TO MY CITY!!!!!

SO STOKED!!