The bodies were packed in tight. Not only because there were alot of us, but mostly because the room was so small- clostrophobic. No windows. One door. One way in and one way out, for some of the more talkative of us maybe not even that much. We could very well die in here. That's the problem with living this life- a life of thugs, sometimes we just can't shut our fat mouths.
Everyone here wants this gig, but I think I'm the most passionate... or maybe just the most desperarte. He's a Joker, boss is. Wouldn't hesitate to slaughter the lot of us. May even enjoy it... LAUGH about it. (hehe) A guy like me has to admire a guy like him- being the coward I am. Weel, not a coward, persay, more like a guy who likes to lay low... take the safe way out- not the easy way- just the safe one. I've been taking alot of flak from my crew lately about it. I've gotta show 'em that I got what it takes to survive in this town. Cuz Gotham's tough. Tougher than what most people see... because they don't live on the inside... they can't see beyond the surface.
The florescent light flickers, dimming. BANG. A shot through the door, buckshot sprays, catches a few of us but misses me. They go down hard. I like the way this guy plays. The door creaks open as the main attraction walks in, suave- an oddly innocent grin.
"Evening, Ladies."
His chelsea grin eerily inviting.
I like this guy.
Joker...
oh jeez, this is way cool~
ReplyDeletei love how you describe things and leave it hanging at the end.
I wat to know MOAR