Chapter 2 Part 1

What A Laugh Chapter 2 Part 1


"Stay still! You move a muscle and I shoot you down dead!" Yelled a cop as he ran out of his car which had just squealed to a stop beside a man sitting cross-legged in the middle of the road.

The man was smoking and looking down at some-one who lay dead beside him. "It's okay officer, I'm not gonna move…" came the reply as the man turned round. The cop stopped running and held up his gun higher. "Joker…alright…I'm coming towards you… don't make a move or I'll shoot…"

The Joker sighed and nodded. "I'm not moving anywhere… you don't need the gun." He said with a lick of his lips.

The cop still wasn't going to risk it with this guy, he had heard about him, how he covered his face with the make-up of a clown to hide his face. How he had managed to keep clear from every single criminal document in Gotham. How he appeared to have no past, except a high criminal record, but without a real name. Everyone just called him 'The Joker'.

Walking cautiously towards The Joker, the cop decided he was safe enough to give some orders. "Put out the fag, Joker." He ordered in a gruff voice. Maybe this would go smoothly enough.

"Bahh! What is it with this city! This is the third time today I've tried to satisfy my nicotine craving and this is the third time today I've been interrupted!" said the Joker, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The cop backed away slightly. "Well, you can't smoke in government vehicles…" he said, trying to sound authorative. Instead of waiting for a reply from The Joker, he clicked on his radio. "I need back-up…lets get this guy away…yeah…it's The Joker…uh huh…"

Click.