Fear

The man who laughed and wore a colorful face bent forward as his forearms ache with the amount of pressure being pushed. He hummed some hysteria through the dark house.

In utter darkness he sat with the fury being embedded into him.

He thought of her.
A gut wrenching emotion washed through him and yet he still over come the emotion settling through him.
He wanted the madness.
He wanted to feel.

A sob broke through his lips and his quickly brushed against his lips with his fingertips.

Tightly, he closed his eyes and remembered her, when he first laid eyes on her.
In the mental institute where he swindle his way into her being and escaped with her wrapped around his finger.

And now she was gone.

Gone.

Dead.

Laughter escaped his lips and he threw his head back hysterically laughing. Soon the laughter turned into uncontrollable sobs.

He grasped a metal bar and threw it.
The bar shot through the tinted window and revealed the dark light of the night.
He absently wondered toward the window and cocked his head as he peeked through the hole.

"What do we have here" he murmured.

A tank ushered down the deserted street. As men walked idly down the wintery path with a automatic weapon in his grasp.

He shifted as his smoothed out his tailored suite. He rolled his neck and grinned as the bones cracked and ached.

"I want to have some fun" he licked his lips as he spoke and turned away from the window. As he passed the table he took noticed of the gun and without thought shuffled the gun into his inner pocket.

He began to whistle as he skipped out of the house.
He lowered his head as the street light shone down on him.

One guard passing by glanced at him and quickly did a double take.

"Sir?"

He smiled and lifted his head. "Eellooo"

The gun whipped into view and the solider raised his own weapon.
But he was too late as the barrel unloaded the bullet into the guards throat.
Shifting of automatic weapons eased into his hearing and he aimed and fired.

The shells dropped to the ground lightly and he noticed he had ran out of bullets. He lowered himself and calmly grasped the mans weapon.

"Ah neat" He exclaimed excitedly.

He smiled and looked directly into each man he killed with gratitude.

The tank began to whip into view and the laughing man lowered himself to grasp the collar of a younger man who was still conscious.

"Send a message" He cheered into the guard ear. "Tell Bane he's going to pay"

The Joker widely ushered away before bursting into a hysterical laughter.

The Joker was ready to die.

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Bane contraption expressed a sigh before his orbs gaze at a document. He shifted in his seat as his brow furrowed.

"Why so serious?"

Bane gaze darted to the smiling girl laying in their bed. His lips shifted into a crooked smile before he spoke.

"Leave me be"

Bane locked gazes with her and instantly regretted his words as the frown ceased onto her lips.
He looked away wearing his own frown.

"Bane" At the call of his name he glanced "I can't take the whole bed rest. I'm healed"

His brows lifted and his abnormal orbs narrowed. "I will be the one to judge"

"You are no doctor. Let me walk around. Do something"

At the thought Bane's face hardened. "No"

"But-"

"Londyn" Bane snapped. "Enough"

Bane was suddenly aware of the rushing of footsteps.
The door flung open and Bane instantly stood in a defensive stance.

"Bane" Barsad blinked and clasped his palms together. "Come quickly"

Bane glanced at the girl before peering at Barsad. The girl fidgeted and sat up, Bane glared at her behind his contraption.

"What is wrong?" Bane asked.

"I-" Barsad sighed. "That clown".

Bane nodded and stepped toward the open door. In the corner of his eye he caught the girl inching off the bed.

"Stay" Bane snapped his gaze to her. "Do not move".

She nodded quickly and leaned back. Bane took notice of her sudden fear in her green eyes.

"I will return" Bane said to her before he closed the door.

Barsad quickly led him away from the dorm and turned on his heel to face Bane.

"That clown-" Barsad leaned in as he spoke. "Killed four men and insist you will pay".

Amused Bane rose a single brow. "That is all?".

Barsad peered at him. "Surely you will not underestimate him?"

"Of course not brother" Bane boomed clamping a hand down on Barsad shoulder. "But he surely underestimates me" he clenched his teeth.

"I sent men-"

Bane raised his hand. "Do not bother. That clown will find his way to me"

"Many soldiers will die from his hand"

Bane calmly narrowed his orbs to meet Barsad patient blues. "As it will be".

Barsad nodded. "Shall I have men stationed?"

"No" Bane assured. "He will come in the night"

"Certainly" Barsad agreed.

"I will break him" His voice hummed and crackled as he spoke. His gaze leveled and took in sight of a flannel pajama sleeve inching the wall.

"Londyn" Bane snapped.

The girl jumped into view startled. "I didn't want to be alone" she fiddled with her sleeves before meeting his eyes.

Barsad frowned deeply and curiously glanced at Bane and noticed his calm reaction as he processed her words.

"He's coming?" Londyn whispered. Bane distastefully caught the terrify in her voice.

"Perhaps" Bane informed her.

"Don't" She shook her head.

"I beg your pardon?" Bane eyes narrowed.

"Don't go after him" Londyn urge.

"I am not" Bane glanced at Barsad as he raised his brows.

"What's happening?" Londyn demanded. Bane smirked and stepped toward her. Two steps and he hovered over her.

"You have nothing to fear" Bane contraption urged softly. "I am not leaving"

"You always say that" Londyn turned and walked slowly away.
Bane blinked and cringed.

"Killing him will bring her justice" He spoke to Barsad knowing he never left where he stood.

"I will kill him and it will wash the fear out of her"

And Bane wished so.
Bane held of all the memories of her holding fear of him.
But all he could see now was the devotion and all the love in her eyes
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Bane stood completely still. The sparkling of the stars in the late night sky brought some light to creep through the den of the loft. It brought light to the door and Bane's gazed calmly toward the door, waiting.

Waiting for the arrival of the clown. The Joker will come.
And Bane will kill him.

Bane thought of the different scenarios of the clowns death when suddenly the floor board creek lightly.

Bane snapped his gaze to the left and witness Londyn appearing against the shadows of the night.

"Bane?" Londyn asked and he could take in the tiredness in her voice adoringly.

"Back to bed" Bane glanced away toward the door.

"Why is Barsad in the room? And Spencer?"

Bane shoulders slumped wanting to express a sigh. "It is difficult to watch over you at the moment".

"It's tonight" Londyn eyes darted toward the door. "Bane-"

"Londyn, you will return to the dorm untouched or I will have no conflict in tossing you"

Bane gazed down at the girl and took in the clench jaw and teeth.

"Im not speaking to you"

"I am rather okay with that" Bane responded rolling his eyes toward the door. Her little stomps echoed the halls until the door slammed to a shut. Bane chuckled softly and shifted himself hearing the crack in his limbs.

Bane clasped his palms together and patiently began to think of the many scenarios - - When a echo of a thud rang right outside the marble doors.

A slow grin spread across Bane's lips.

The marble doors burst open as the firing of a gun burst the lock. Bane stood unflinching witnessing the psychopath skip into the loft.

"There you are"

Bane masked hummed as he inhaled and exhaled examining the clown.

"Not much of a talker?"

Bane shifted into a stance and stepped forward.
The clown stepped forward and dropped the weapon he carried. The clown raised his arm swinging toward Bane lazily.

Bane caught the clown hand and his own clamped down on his throat.

The clown grinned and was raised off the ground. "You're just doing this for her"

Bane refuse to listen to the lunatics words. Bane stared directly into The Jokers brown orbs.

The cracking of his skull. An intimate death. Bane decided on how he shall be killed.

Bane contraption. "Death shall become you"

Bane wondered his gaze to the clowns and noticed his lips raised.
The Joker nodded sheepishly.

"As it shall become you. An eye for a eye"

Bane brow raised utterly confused. His grasped tightened around his neck.

The clown pulled out a black long lever and raised his arm quickly and jammed it into the back of Bane's neck.

His contraption. His mask. His salvation,

The Joker pulled on the lever bending it along the way and the sounding of the mask beginning to open caused Bane to react quickly.

Bane released his grasp and clenched his hand into a wide fist.
The Joker received a blow to the jaw.
It held much force that the clown swayed and his gaze leveled to Bane's palm.

Bane collided the heel of his palm to The Jokers nose.
The bone collided into the clowns brain and the man dropped.

Bane peered down and slowly the oxygen began to flow into his nostrils.
His contraption half hanging open. Revealing a half of his face.

Bane hands shot backwards and desperately trying to pull the lever.

Bane sank to the wooden floor.
A whisper escaped his contraption that held no hum or hiss.

It was his own voice.

"Londyn"