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Just for Yuks	By : redneckpassion Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3162 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One_
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^Disclaimer:^{Any DC characters entailed in this chapter are property of DC Comics and their respective artists. I do not own them, I wish I did, it would make my life quite pleasant, but again, don't. I also do not make any money from this writing, again, wish, easy, don't.}
^{Characters In This Chapter Owned By DC Comics:}^{The Joker & Harley Quinn.}
^{Characters In This Chapter Owned/Claimed By Myself:}^{Fhawkes (Main Character) & Collin}
^{Characters In This Chapter With No Claim/Importance:}^Thugs.

She sighed and pulled the phone from her pocket, her eyes dropping in shame and hesitation as she read the name on the screen. She knew she'd catch hell, but she hadn't imagined it would be this soon. She took a deep breath, then slid her finger across the screen to answer the call.
“I know . . . I'm not there.” She said in a flat voice.
“Really? I hadn't noticed.” His voice sounded hurt, angry, but worried. “Where the hell are you?”
She looked around, as if that would answer his question. Where was she? She was in a different state than she should have been, in a city she didn't know the name of, in a part of town that, by her standards, was a ghetto, standing on the sidewalk in front of an abandoned warehouse, alone. “New Jersey.” She said after a moment.
“Jer- Are you fucking insane? What are you doing there?”
She shook her head and closed her eyes, leaning back against the rough brick wall behind her. “Last minute switch. I told the lady to change me to the next flight that wouldn't cost me anything to trade. Ended up here.” She hadn't even bothered asking the woman where the flight was going, she hadn't cared, all she knew was the freedom she felt as she boarded the plane and sat down, waiting to see where she ended up.
She regretted it now. New Jersey was one of the last places she wanted to end up. She should have just gotten on her plane like planned instead of having that one moment of stupid courage.
“I'll get you another ticket and have you here by midnight.” He said, and she could already hear him typing on the computer.
She nodded slowly, despite the fact he couldn't see it. She kept quiet as he rambled on, comparing this flight and that flight, talking more to himself than her as he looked through his options. Her eyes wandered around the empty street, eying the surrounding buildings with as much enthusiasm as she could muster, which was very little. They were filthy, run down as if no one had been in them in months. Some trash littered the gutters, a few rusted barrels serving as unused trash cans. There wasn't a single person in sight; no bums, no gang bangers, no high class brats. Across the street a stray dog watched her from an alley,which she could only assume was his home, and a few pigeons watched her from an empty window ledge. They were her only company.
Or they had been.
She watched as a black town car pulled onto the street, slowly as if just taking a cruise around town. But her stomach twisted.
“Collin.” She said softly, watching as the car came to a slow stop.
“Yeah?” He had stopped his rambling as if she had screamed in his ear.
The bile rose in her throat as she stared at the black car across the street, a coppery taste filling her mouth. “I'm sorry.” She murmured, looking down.
Pain shot through her body as something connected with the back of her skull, the metallic clang of metal hitting flesh and bone echoing off the bricks around her. Her phone hit the cement with a sickening crack and a second later her knees mimicked the dive. She heard the faint sound of him calling out, screaming her name over the phone and she groped for the small brick of plastic, her vision swimming and twisting as she tried to reach for it.
A whimper of protest escaped her as she was lifted up by arms hooked under her armpits. She struggled weakly, reaching for the phone, but the thing . . . things? . . . holding her just laughed. A hand shot across her vision and grabbed the phone, lifting it to a blurred and unfamiliar face.
“Now don't you worry one bit, we'll make sure she gets back to you. We just need her opinion on something. Ta-ta!” A man's taunting voice assaulted her and then she heard the crack of plastic and glass being crushed. She reached out, grasping for the broken phone as if she could just summon it.
The strike snapped her head to the side and she heard a “tsk” as another figure danced into what could be called her vision.
“No one touches my Puddin'. Especially not some nuthin' little bitch like you.” The high pitched voice reprimanded her as the figure it belonged to cuddled up to the first.
“Get her in the car boys, we gotta see a man about a horse.” The man said as he turned away from her.
“A horse? I thought he was lettin' us use the pit.” A gasp followed the question and the first figure, purple, she could make that out now, surged toward the red one and shoved her back, the woman falling to the ground in a heap.
“If you're not going to contribute anything useful to this expedition then get your mediocre ass out of my sight and spread those thighs for someone with the patience to pretend what you're saying is important!” The rage in his voice sent her recoiling, but the men holding her just tightened their grip on her arms.
The man turned and stormed off again and the woman picked herself up, brushing dirt off her legs as she turned and addressed the men. “You heard 'im, you goons. In the car!”
They lifted her like a rag-doll, ignoring her weak struggles as they carried her towards the car, a faint sob reaching her ears.
“What makes her so special, Mista J?”
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