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Gotham: A Twisted Affair	By : TheMKnight Category: DC Verse Comics > Action Comics Views: 1490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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No one really knows how long it had been going on.
The battle between the insane and misguided Bats against the demented and horrid Jokerz.
Gotham City was the battle field, and the war was fought anywhere a Bat and a Joker were present. The cops were beyond baffled, and the Batman himself did what he could to bring both factions to justice. But somehow, every time he got close, the battle ceased, and they all retreated. The biggest puzzle always came next; that with all his intellect Batman couldn't answer.
What were these guys fighting for?
In a warehouse, a few Jokerz walked around, all of them loading up for a fight they had to go to. It was night outside, the moon shinning over the warehouse as the clown criminals armed themselves for war. Many of them were armed with Down Patrols and other assault weapons, as a few big guys held Jackhammers, and a few thin ones holding Gatekeeper submachine guns. The one in charge of the small rumble, a large man with a green Mohawk, the classic clown getup, and was clad in a purple muscle shirt with sagging plaid jeans and tennis shoes, spoke up.
"Alright ladies and gentlemen," His voice was deep and booming, the Joker heaving a Thunder Dragon rocket launcher onto his shoulder. "Tonight; we teach those damn Bats a lesson they'll never forget! They thought it was a damn fine and dandy idea to waltz into our turf, and mess up our shipments; well we's gonna show 'em what happens to punks who fuck with the Jokerz!" Arms went in the air and a chorus of cheers went out, every single clown faced gang member excited and ready to rumble. Most of them filed out, but the big man looked to someone in the back, and approached him, kneeling down and tapping his shoulder. The man looked up, his steel eyes showing tiredness from a lot of runs. Unlike most Jokerz, his hair was covered by a black beanie, and his makeup was just a white powdered face and black mascara, with his red paint being a means of looking like his mouth was bleeding. He wore a purple and black hoodie, a pair of white fingerless gloves, and purple jeans pants and sneakers. In his hands was a Partisan assault rifle; armed with a reflex scope with a Kingmaker tied to his thigh, with the same mod.
"Paul, how ya holdin' up?" The big man knelt down to look at the younger Joker, watching him nod and shakily get up. He spoke, his voice a bit lighter due to his age, but still a bit deep. "I'm fine Mongo, just tired..."
"Well shape up kid; 'dem Bats ain't gonna cut you some slack." He watched Paul nod shakily before Mongo placed a hand on his shoulder. "Look, I'll watch your back ok?" He offered Paul a reassuring smile as they both set off into the night, heading towards Crime Alley.

By the time Paul and Mongo arrived, the fight was already started. Bullets were flying everywhere, stuff blowing up and people were falling everywhere. Paul swore as he ducked behind a car, Mongo pelting a few Bats with his Shredder before joining him and trying to reload as fast as he could.
"Fuck!" Paul popped up for a second and gunned down a big guy running at the car; watching the corpse face-plant before dropping back down. "How many are here?!"
"Too many! But we need to beat these little shits back!" He suddenly stepped out and started shooting, taking down several as Paul followed him, trying not to get shot. They huddled next to a dumpster, peered into the alley neighboring them, and were greeted with the sight of a wounded Joker and a Bat beating him to death with his gun. Paul put several shots in the "hero" before checking on their downed friend, Mongo taking point and gunning down a speedy Bat.
"Ah shit..." Paul looked over the dying clown, trying to see if he could fix him up. However, he had suffered blunt trauma, not to mention he had 4 bullets in his chest and 2 in his side in close proximity; seemed that he must have been shot in the back and turned around, hitting the ground. "Bud I ain't got a med-kit with me; not sure what I can do." The wounded man coughed a few times before lifting himself, wearily grabbing the front of Paul's jacket.
"We're...fucked..." He went limp a second later, his head making a thud as he fell silent. Paul cursed a bit as he checked the dead man's pockets and coat, finding a few clips for his Partisan and a spare Impact Grenade. The young Joker stood up, whispering a silent prayer for his downed comrade as he turned to Mongo, watching the big older man snap a Bats' neck while throwing a hatchet at another.
"Mongo, the fuck do we do now?!" His friend didn't answer, picking his phone from his pocket and listening in to a phone call, his eyes slowly widening as he sighed and returned the phone to his pocket. "Paul we need to fall back."
"Fall back?!"
"More Bats are comin' and the cops’ll be here any minute; we need to abandon this place now!” As much as he hated to agree, Mongo was right. And worse yet they both heard the scream of sirens rapidly approaching, hearing much of the shooting begin to cease. It was a silent rule that both factions agreed with; when the cops or the Batman showed up; run and find somewhere to hide. It was no secret that Batman didn’t cut the imposturous Bats any slack; many were hauled to jail sporting bruises, black eyes, broken bones, and other things when he broke up one of their firefights. And the cops were all ordered by Commissioner Gordon to always open fire. Paul and Mongo broke into a sprint when they heard a screech of tires, and the patter of footsteps, no doubt the cops were closing in. Paul thought they were fucked, until he heard Mongo next to him, pointing out a manhole. It was a gross and vile idea...but it was that, or arrest, being gunned down, or being on the receiving end of the Batman. Neither took chances as Mongo opened the manhole, Paul leaping in first before Mongo fell in after, closing the manhole after as Paul took one whiff of the air and nearly gagged.
“Ewwww, smells like rancid ass down here!”
“And you’d know what that’d smell like.” Mongo shook his head as he started walking, Shredder in hand. “C’mon, we need to get somewhere, better somewhere ‘neither dem cops nor the Bats can find us.” They started off at a slow trek, navigating the underground maze quietly in case anyone unfriendly was down with them. After about an hour of walking, they heard voices, and after moving carefully they discovered the voices to be several Jokerz.
“Holy shit, I thought we were the only two to make it!” Mongo exclaimed, shaking hands with an average looking one while the other 3 seemed happy overall.
“Almost,” The one who shook Mongo’s hand spoke, shouldering up his Down Patrol. “We heard that the territory could be lost; had to bail. I’m Charles,” He motioned to each of his party: the tall skinny one was William, the fat guy was ironically known as Tubby, and the muscled one (similar to Mongo) was named Butch, while Charles looked down the sewer passage.
“Any of you know the way out? Cause I got no clue.”
“We just need to find a manhole; we can peek out and find out where we are.” Mongo started walking through the filth, and everyone followed in tow; eager to escape. Paul was last in line, and didn’t say a word...he was too busy using his sleeve as a means to filter the unpleasant air. He was so focused on that...he never heard it.
The gentle whirling of something.
A Ninja Star.
It all happened in a blur; everyone started shooting at something, a lot of them fell dead, and in the scramble Paul was knocked down and his Partisan cluttered away. Paul couldn’t even see what it was, and for a moment he thought it was the Batman. His answer changed fast when the dead body of Mongo hit the ground in front of him; a Ninja Star embedded in his throat as he gurgled once and went lifeless, his last words a mere whisper and plead for Paul to run.
The Batman didn’t kill anyone.
Paul couldn’t even see what was killing his team, but when they were all dead, he was the only one left, holding his Kingmaker. His hands trembled violently as sweat poured from his brow; smearing his make up as he backed into a wall. So this was how he’d die; in a sewer, surrounded by his dead gang with only a pistol. Paul was about to point the gun at himself and take the easy way out, but as soon as he pressed the gun against his temple...he saw something.
A flicker, in the air; almost like someone using...a Ninja Smoke Bomb.
Paul counted his odds of this working...and had a better chance of dying than actually doing this right. Still, he reared his fist back, and shot it forward while screaming at the top of his lungs.
He didn’t hit air.
Something suddenly slammed into the ground, blue smoke rising as a figure was revealed. She was clearly a Bat; but...different.
Had she been on two feet she’d be standing an inch shorter than Paul. Ivory skin contrasted yet blended well with the grayish black tee-shirt she wore, a Batman emblem literally welded to it. Her hands were encased in blue and black fingerless gloves as her long slender legs were clad in black stockings; a black and yellow skirt on her as well. Due to being...on the ground Paul had a full sight of her panties; ironically hand painted and messed with to be “Batman underwear”. Point is, Paul didn’t fully know what to make of her; the young Joker kneeling down to look her at her face. Her cowl was really a Cloak and Cowl mask; leaving her eyes revealed only. Thigh length black boots clung to her legs as two flannel bat wings clung to her back, both a shade of purplish black. Paul looked over, and noticed she was holding a Falcon Blade; explaining how she cut his friends down so fast. He looked back to her face...and his blood thinned for a moment.
Steel eyes met emerald eyes, as Paul soon found himself on the ground, a hand on his neck as she sat on his abdomen, her hand on her Falcon Blade.
“How the fuck did you see me?” She hissed at him, Paul gasping for breath. Despite her being angered and probably ready to kill him...her voice did sound pleasing and soft. Paul didn’t let that distract him as he tried to grab his Kingmaker, the pistol on the ground away from him. “I played so much Halo as a kid; I can basically see things that are practically invisible you fuckin’ bitch.” A sudden jab to the cheek disoriented Paul as he noticed her blade was in the ground...and he noticed one major thing at the moment.
He was still alive.
“The fuck am I still alive for bitch?” Another jab made Paul swear a bit as he felt something on his crotch, looking over to see his own Kingmaker there, in her hand, being pointed at it. His heart hammered in his throat as he felt her move, and a moment later he was...shocked by what happened next.
        She skillfully removed her panties and sat back down, right on his face. Paul tried to cry out in shock but he felt the gun move closer to his dick.
“You seem to run that mouth a lot; put it to good use or your dick’s gone.” He knew damn well she meant that threat, so swallowing his pride Paul stuck his tongue out and began to lap at her folds. She tasted sweet yet tart, and she was already wet before his tongue got to her nethers. He lapped at her folds, his tongue diving in and out while also circling around her clit; even giving it a little nip every now and then. Meanwhile, the Bat was in pure bliss, her moans originally pleasing to Paul...but for now they were a sign that his dick wouldn’t be blown to bits. Eventually he felt juices coat his face after she screamed out in orgasmic bliss. He felt her climb off, and the gun move from his dick...but he was still pinned. She was laying on him now, her pussy right on his cock; the only thing keeping them from meeting were Paul’s jeans. He tried to protest, but her hand clamped over his mouth and held it firm as she began to grind against him. He didn’t think it’d feel good, but to his surprise he began to enjoy it, despite his predicament. She continued to grind against him, her juices coating the front of his pants as Paul shuddered suddenly before his own end came, literally cumming in his own pants as he relaxed...and the last thing he saw was her fist coming at his face before he slipped into unconsciousness.

He awoke hours later. Pain filled his head as he groggily raised a hand and placed it against his temple. That bitch hit pretty damn hard; that was something Paul had to give her. He arose to a sitting position, and found out numerous things; his guns were gone, it was daylight up above, and he wasn’t dead. He slowly but groggily stood up, and already saw them; the corpses of his friends. They were good Jokerz; but all died to one Bat. Paul shook his head as he got walking...but his phone buzzed. He uttered a confused eh, and checked it. He had a text, from a number he didn’t recognize. When he read the contents, he paled, even paler than his makeup.
“Last night was fun~
Can’t wait to see you again, and don’t worry, I’ll find you if and when I want more.
                                                                    -Silent Night.”
Paul gulped as he started walking, the sewer air no longer bothering him. So listing his problems; he was still stuck in the sewers, a lot of his friends were dead, he had work in a few hours...and a crazy Bat Bitch now had his number...and could find him whenever she wanted to.
...well shit...
To Be Continued...
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