Gotham’s darkest days

Gotham’s darkest days
    “ Prick. Jerk. What the hell do you think you were going to find in this club?” Melissa slammed her hand down on the edge of a lopsided chair with a young sixteen year old sitting in it.  A black automatic gun rested in her right arm with black gloves that went up to her elbows. Her outfit a light purple tube top cut right underneath her breasts, a mini-skirt with chains, and a belt slung up higher than mid thigh. She had a white, and pink mask with a black diamond on the left side made it so that one could tell she was the Jester.   “ I, I , -” The boy stuttered stiffening his back like a cobra before it attacks.   “ You wanted to be cool, but let me tell ya somethin boy, “ She flung herself around the chair to straddle the boy while holding a gun to his head. “ An eye for an eye is my modo and no one can simply have a modo like that without somethin going wrong.   The boy hardened, and became stiff this time from arousement as the cold gun rested against his forehead being pushed. “ You want to be a criminal, live like a jackal. Boy you know nothing about us.  What is your darkest desire? What is it?”   She leaned closer into the boy, and moved her head inches from his ear whispering like an alluring girl . “ What is it that makes you scream? Is it death? “   “ It’s, It’s “ He stuttered shivering from the sense of her.   “ No need to answer boy. I have had enough of this game. You want to be bad but you have nothing to lose. Real evil is losing what is there, and not what is not there. Next time you want to rip off the dealer, oh wait, there won’t be.” She cocked her gun keeping it pointed at his forehead before kissing him while clicking the trigger on her gun. Four automatic bullets went through his head leaving a pool of blood, and a head blown off to the other side of the room.   She stepped out of the room to where sluts, and hookers danced upon the dazzling lights of the club. This was her land now. She couldn’t allow herself to think of Harvey two faced, or batman now.   The streets were busy at this darkened hour, and she made her way down the sidewalk with her gun dangling by chains on her skirt. Cars breezed by her looking at her for all she was worth. The world breeds from money, sex, and betrayal like a kingdom gone dark. Gotham is just that now. It was a perfect kingdom ruled by Bruce Wayne, with Batman haunting the streets at night. But like every story there was a tragic end. Batman began to be seen as a villain, as a destructive being by the people after the Wayne’s million dollar business burned to the ground.   She wanted to test the vanishing hero's resolve. What would he do when he lost everything already? What made him scream?   My next serial is a fan-made story about Batman. Anyways, have fun.