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Gotham: A Twisted Affair	By : TheMKnight Category: DC Verse Comics > Action Comics Views: 1491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The following week was a major thing for Paul.
Many of the other gangs caught wind of the infamous Noisy Boy; many feared him while many hated him. Paul often had to deal with many higher ranking ordeals, getting paid a lot more, and other things Paul never expected to happen to himself. Despite having a few close encounters during a few runs with the Batman himself; the infamous Noisy Boy became somewhat of a legend around most of the factions.

Paul awoke in a cold sweat; lazily opening his eyes as he slowly rose from his bed. Rubbing his eyes he scanned the room; thankful Silent Night wasn't present. Getting to his feet; Paul opened his room door, and was greeted with the sight of the woman herself on his couch; sipping some coffee.
"It's like noon you know," She spoke nonchalantly; already able to see his confusion. "Get up earlier and I won't have to do this kind of stuff." He rubbed his eyes and already saw her mask on; her emerald eyes staring him down as she stood up from his couch.
"Can you stop breaking in my apartment? It's getting old."
"Can you wear pants then?" Paul looked down, and sighed; he was only clad in a pair of purple and black boxers...every Joker was given a pack of 7 of them for some reason; guess to make sure every Joker is at least wearing a little of purple. Having already lost this fight, Paul returned to his room; getting dressed and ready as he heard Silent Night make her way to the door; leaving some bills on the counter in case Paul wanted to head off and get some food. The moment she was out the door, his phone rang; Paul already putting the Noisy Boy helmet on and connecting the phone to it; Mauler's shrill voice ringing out.
"Paul? Listen I need ya to come down to the base real quick; got somethin' ya need to take care of."
"What for? Another thing about some Bats who need bullets in their heads?"
"Something else; just get your ass down here; and make sure to come in your gear." He hung up a moment later, leaving Paul to don the hubcap on his chest, forearms, and the helmet. With a Partisan in hand Paul was out the door, on his way to the base.

The moment the elevator hit the ground floor many of the Jokers in the room started to wave and applaud; the sight of the Noisy Boy making many look up from their fucking and sex to cheer for the Noisy Boy. He made his way across the club floor; waving to the other Jokerz as he stepped in the elevator and slowly descended to Mauler's office; opening the door and stepping inside, already seeing Mauler arranging some forms for some new Jokerz.
"In a few weeks it happens Paul," Mauler suddenly spoke, looking up at Paul with an expression of both joy yet worry. "We finally settle it all."
"Settle what- the hell you talkin' 'bout Mauler?"
"We're having a sit down with the Puffins; a group of gang members who obviously side with The Penguin." That was a name Paul hadn't heard for a while; last he heard Penguin was taking a dive in Arkham for getting caught by the Batman. "And who else?"
"We're also meeting with a few of Mister Freeze's men; discussing an exchange of technology so they can give us some of their cold guns."
"But why are we making these deals? What good will they do?"
"Cause the Bats are doing the same." That caught Paul by surprise. When he asked Mauler to explain the leader did so; apparently the Bats had found a gang called the Supes, or really a bunch of guys and girls who idolized Superman and often beat people up with weapons. Unlike the Bats a few of the Supes were actually Metahumans; a very dangerous thing.
"How long do we have before the Bats and the Supes meet up?"
"No idea, but for us the sit-down is in two weeks; I called you here 'cause I need you to take something to an old friend." He slid Paul a manila envelop full of bills, as well as an address to someone out on the outskirts of the area. After giving a nod Paul was already on his way, a foreboding feeling welling up in his gut.
Something wicked was coming his way...
After an hour long bus ride; Paul reached the gates to an abandoned Observatory; the gates rusted and opened while the building itself was tattered and worn down. Pushing past the slightly stuck gate Paul made his way to the door; testing the knob and watching it open slowly...and ducked when something flew past his head!
"Who's there!?" A voice shouted; a middle aged man hobbled out, holding a meat cleaver in hand. Looking over Paul he suddenly lost his hostility; watching the man get to his feet suddenly.
"Oh another Joker? Come on; right this way." He turned and hobbled into the darkness, asking Paul to follow him. He hesitantly did so, realizing that the deeper they went; the more the Observatory seemed to look less run down and more...roomy.
"I already know who you are, Paul Townsley, or better known as Noisy Boy," The man said, soon reaching a small computer room with Paul as he asked him to take a seat on a stool while he took his seat in a leather chair; staring him down the entire time. "Heard about your actions and I gotta say; you've done well."
"Well that's nice and all but who the fuck are you?"
"Me? I'm Troll, Joker Hacker." Paul never heard of Troll, outside of some stuff about a hacker taking out the police database. Troll took his silence as a small mockery, the man tapping a key on the computer behind him...and Paul's helmet suddenly shut off.
"Yeah, I have a lot more power than you think; how do you think I keep many of you bastards outta trouble when the cops start asking a lot of questions? Who keeps you guys hidden from any other hackers? It's always me and always will be me; I assume Mauler gave you my payment?" Paul tossed him the envelop, watching Troll pull the bills out and count them all up before a gruff noise escaped his mouth. Paul rose to leave the room; reaching the door before he heard Troll mutter something concerning.
"I know about her boy."
"About...who?"
"That Bat you've been fooling with, Silent Night." His hand fell to his Kingmaker in his pocket before he watched Troll raise a hand to stop him; shaking his head.
"I'm not gonna give you any lip on it; but I am gonna warn ya about something; have a look at this." He tapped a few keys on his computer, showing something that Paul looked over; a Police Record...and he saw her mugshot.
"Her real name is Janet Layla; she works over at the nearby school as a Student Teacher and has been arrested only 2 times; both on very small things but they still remain on her record. But most interestingly enough is her mental record; she has a mental illness."
"Illness?"
"A psychotic illness; due to my time spent watching...well...some shows in the past, I can only give it an appropriate name; Yandere Syndrome." Paul knew that was an anime term...but he never watched anime whatsoever. A bit annoyed, he asked Troll to explain; the man seeming a tad annoyed but was still willing.
"It's like this son; you aren't the first guy she got attached to." He slid Paul a few photos...of men who were all deceased; mutilated being a better word. They had knife slashes around their throat and chest; and each one had been deceased for about a month judging by the maggots around them. Paul counted at least 6 victims, and while he wasn't trying to lose his breakfast he heard Troll ask him something.
"See a pattern within them all?"
"Nah, na- ah shit, no I don't."
"All of them were muscular, powerful, but not one was a Joker. One was a criminal thief, and another worked for Mister Freeze, but not one worked for the Joker."
"That's a big deal how?"
"I did some hacking and discovered her father was a cop; good friend of Batman. Apparently when the Jokerz attacked the station her dad was captured and brutally tormented by the man himself; mind breaking torment with his latest Joker Toxin. After that I guess lil' Janet snapped and went insane; these guys wanted out of the relationship...she gave them out of life."
"So-" Paul managed to recompose himself as he pulled his helmet off and set it down. "So what the fuck can I do then, I'll end up like those guys!"
"A few options, you can let things play out and you inevitably end up a photo on my desk, take a Kingmaker and put one in her head the next time you see her...or save her the trouble and kill yourself here and now." A Kingmaker was placed in Paul's open hand; the young man looking down at it. "Looking at her track record and at yours...even if you have her on the ground wounded and a gun pressed to her temple she can still disarm you and tear you apart; no matter how you view this; she's gonna kill you, and it will not be a pleasant end." Paul's eyes focused intently on the gun; Troll's words were becoming distant as he let it all rest on him. From the first time he met her, he was screwed, she could overpower him in mere seconds and has numerous chances to kill him. She often broke into his house and he often woke up with her giving him head, but aside from that the main thing was she has millions of opportunities to kill or ruin him...why not save her the trouble? The real thing that had him scared was what he saw the first time she unmasked; that red eye. That sight haunted him for an entire month; that was the eye of a predator; of a monster. Before he knew what he was doing the gun was pressed against his temple; his finger on the trigger.
But then a thought crossed his mind.
Why was she obsessed with him in the first place? Why him?
That defining question was what made him throw the gun to the floor, uttering a string of curses before he slammed his fist into the desk, breathing heavily.
"I knew you'd refuse that option," Troll told him, his aged, wrinkled hand on Paul's shoulder. "It's not that you're weak boy, it's that the questions in your head need answering, and you know only she has them."
"But the Yandere Syndrome...any clue how to get past that?"
"You've gotten this far, so that's a good thing. Just keep doing things how you're doing and chances are you'll live to see the end of this." Troll returned to his seat and started typing away at the computer; Paul's helmet coming online a second later. "I'll hack your helmet every so often and give you sage advice or some shit, but for the most part we won't speak in person again."
"Noted." Paul murmured; sliding his helmet on as he made his way out the door, the grip on his Partisan tightening. All of this was really concerning; Silent Night, no, Janet...was a psychotic killer.
That sounded a bit right, but he expected her to simply murder Jokerz left and right, not innocent people. Paul had only killed Bats due to them trying to kill him; but he didn't shoot innocent people. Making up his mind, Paul had a game plan to hopefully survive this.
Just be him.
He was what captivated her...so staying himself should keep her at bay.
That or he'd die faster...he prayed for the former.
...and hopefully he'd finally get all the answers and everything figured out.
To Be Continued...
(This story won't always contain sex; some chapters like this one are majorly story; important details about this that those interested in the story might want to read. So to those here for the story and sex, stick around; more plot is coming up.)
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