Afraid of the Dark Title: Afraid of the Dark
Author: Celia Tracy (aka Rae Street, aka Rainfall)
Summary: A girl named Kami cuts through an abandoned Warehouse district in the middle of the night, hears shots fired, goes to investigate. Starring Batman and Joker; told from Kami's POV.
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Status: WIP
Disclaimer: All Batman characters belong to DC Comics, and whoever else they belong to. Kami, Brute and Smokey are my own creations.
A/N: This is my first Batman Fanfic. Please let me know if I should change the rating from PG-13 to something else. Also, before anyone tells me that Batman would NEVER EVER get shot, I already know that. But the Plot Bunnies bounced around in my head for months on end until I finally broke down and wrote it! They made me write it! I swear!
=Prologue: All "Trussed Up" and Nowhere to Go=
I'm standing here, staring certain death in the face. Certain death in the form of a madman named, The Joker. We're on the top of a very tall building; I'm not sure which one. I was blindfolded when his goons brought me up here, and I don't recognize anything from where I'm standing. I really wish I wasn't up here. I positively hate heights.
My hands are bound behind my back, and my mouth is taped shut. I don't think I could've screamed even if it wasn't taped shut; my mouth and throat are too dry. Not a single sound could possibly come out. I draw a shaky breath through my nose as the Joker pulls a gun out of his jacket. He points it at me, grinning madly. I feel dizzy; I can hear ringing in my ears, and my surroundings are starting to fade away. All I can seem to focus on is the long barrel of the gun, pointed at my face, less than a foot away.
With great effort, I manage to drag my eyes away from the gun... but the next thing they focus on is the Joker. This is worse than looking down the barrel of the gun. All I can see are the Joker's eyes. And they freak the absolute crap out of me. No kidding. I almost wet my pants just now. It's really strange how they almost seem to glow with predatory joy. They're very wild, and radiate an intense, pure evil... It's all I can do not to whimper with fear.
My palms are sweaty, and my heart is in my throat... and as I stand here, my life begins to flash before my eyes. The loss of loved ones, other painful events in my life... but the most prominent memory is the most recent. It's the event, the moment, where all of this started. TBC in Chapter One
