Post by Obsessive0514 on Mar 28, 2006 18:57:34 GMT -5
I've had this idea in my head for awhile now, and I FINALLY finished the first chapter. It's the cartoon Teen Titans, FYI. As for the Batman part of it, It's a mixture of the comic and cartoon continuity. Example: Jason Todd's come and gone, but Batgirl has not been paralyzed. Sorry for any spelling errors. I use Notepad and there's no spell check. I'll be focusing my FanFic attention on this for the time being.
Plot Summary: Jump City becomes overrun with Gotham psycos. I think that pretty much somes it up.
Chapter One
Enter: Clown Prince of Crime
"Hello?" A blonde girl entered the lit room. She was small and thin. Possibly around fourteen years of age. She examined the room. An open window was embetted in the wall on the right of the door, a desk in the far left corner, and a closet door behind the chair where her blue eyes met a set of glass covered ones belonging to a seated woman. She also had blonde hair pulled back in a low bun and a very wide smile surrounded by dark red lips.
"Hiya!" The woman said with a very distinct voice. One that almost sounded insane. "What's your name?"
"You called me in here," The small girl answered in a defensive and confused manner. "Shouldn't you know?"
"Fine," The woman said immaturely, almost pouting. "Take a seat."
"You're not the counselor...Where is she?"
"She's out sick. I'm the sub, Dr. Quinzel!" Dr. Quinzel smiled.
"You're the sub," The girl said with disbelief and a small chuckle. She sounded like a loony.
"Right-a-ro--I mean," She cleared her throat. For a brief moment her voice was even more accented and cheerful. After her small break she sounded more...sane, one could say. She also now realised the tone the girl was using. "That's right. Now sit down already. You seen the school counselor recently, is that right?"
She did as she was told, semi-resentfully. "Yeah."
"What for?"
"Schedule change."
"Why?"
"Is this why you called me in?" She asked impatiently.
"Why did you get a schedule change?" Dr. Quinzel scowled at the smaller blonde. The girl gave up.
"Someone wouldn't leave me alone."
"Who?"
She looked sternly at the tiled floor. "He said he was Beast Boy. Of the Teen Titans. Kept telling me things..."
"What kinda things?"
She clenched her fists. "That I'm some screw up that betrayed them. But he made me out to be some sort of hero," The School Girl laughed a little, then continued, "That until recently I was a statue. That I did that after killing the guy who made me back-stab them. That I have some super powers. That I could move rocks. I couldn't control them. I love to camp out. That my name was..."
Dr. Quinzel tilted her head to the side and immediately interupted. "What did he say your name was?"
The School Girl paused for a moment, partly in offense at her interruption. "Terra," She laughed again. "Come on. I mean, he just picked out some cool sounding word for Earth. Like he didn't just think of it one the spot."
"And you have absolutely no memory of anything he said?"
"Not at all. Even if I ever was that girl, I can see why I'd want to forget."
Dr. Quinzel stood up and her dark red smile grew. "Well!" Her voice had gone from a semi-sensible, professional tone to a loud, insane voice. "That's all I needed to hear! How about you, Puddin'?"
The closet door behind the Doctor's chair opened and a very pale man stepped out. "Agreed Harley, deer!"
The School Girl's eyes widened. The man had green hair and eyes, bright red lips, a long face and nose. He looked like a clown. "Who...Who are you?!"
"Kid, if you don't know then there MUST be something wrong with you!" As he said this he tossed out a limp, smiling body. The girl let out a shreik once she recognized it as the school counselor's dead body. It's permanant smile and bleeding forehead caused the School Girl to loose balance and collapse to the ground.
Harley stepped up. "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I introduce the C--" She was cut off when the clown pulled the bun in her hair.
"Save it, Harl," He scowled, yet dully.
"Yes sir," She squeaked out.
"Ahem," The clown began, clearing his throat. "I am the Clown Prince of Crime! The one and only...Joker!"
"And I'm Harley Quinn!" Harley exclaimed, throwing off her glasses and hugging the Joker.
The School Girl stood up with shaking legs. "Y-You guys are insa--"
POW!
Something slammed her in the face, plowing her into the hard surface of the tile. When the disoriant girl looked up she saw the counselor--Or Harley Quinn as she had just called herself--was holding a gun with a boxing glove retracting to it. The Joker knelt down and grabbed her by the chin.
"Now, now," he began, then agressively pushing her back. The blonde's head slammed on the tile. "What to do with you..." His face lit up like a light bulb.
But before he could say anything Harley interrupted. "But Mister J! I thought we were just gonna--" She cut herself off when she saw his glare. The clown turned back to the frightened girl.
"Ever wanted to be on television, my deer?" Seeing the utter fear in her only opened eye he let out a laugh. The half-consious girl shuttered at the disturbing sound. He was enjoying all of this.
He turned to his lacky and barked, "Harley!"
Harley turned to the closet and began throwing things all over the place like an eight year-old looking for his lost, good shoes in a messy closet. "Aha!" She shouted when she found what she was looking for. The cheery woman pulled out a gas can and threw it to The Joker, who caught it without missing a beat. Harly Quinn jumped up in excitment. "Yippy! Nice catch, Puddin'!"
The clown man stood up for a minute, taking a bow. After taking applaud from his only audience The Joker turned around to the School Girl and, with an attempt to sound sympathetic, said "Oh, don't be so frightened! It's not like this will KILL you! That's what the can back there is for!" He pointed to another gas can still in the closet. This only made the School Girl more terrified. Obviously, that's what the Joker wanted.
"But don't you fret! It's not for you," He gripped the tube attached to the can and shoved it in her face, preparing to spray her with the gas. He paused for a moment and lowered the tube, and continued to talk. "Before I gas you, I have a question for you: How are you so sure he was lying? Or that you aren't this 'Terra'? How much do you remember before High School? Have your so-called 'parents' ever gotten quiet when you asked them something about a few years ago? Or anything odd in your life? What if you ARE the lying sociopath the green lad spoke of?"
He let her ponder his words for a moment, waiting for her to snap. The School Girl had thought of this before. Many times before. She had always come to a rational conclusion in the past, that it was impossible. However, right now, worries flowed throughout her fright-filled, barely consious mind. What if all of it WAS true? The girl in Beast Boy's stories was insane. Miserable. She COULDN'T be the same person. The only worries the School Girl now had were passing tests, if the cute guy in math liked her, and getting prepared for college. Terra's worries were staying alive, finding a home, and not killing everyone she met. It couldn't be true...Right?
"No..." Tears began to uncontrollably flow from the girl's eyes, one stream of clear water and the other mixed with blood, and the clown smiled at his work.
"Harley, could you be a deer and head over to get things set up?" The Joker asked.
"Okie Dokie, Mister J!" His henchwoman flashed one of her giant smiles and flaunted out the first-story window, closing it on her way out.
"Aww, cheer up, kid! Worst case scenerio it's all true and you get your own little padded room in Arkham with the rest of us! Then again, by the look of your condition right now that'll happen no matter what." He once again aimed the tube at her. But this time without hesitation he released the contents. The room began to fill up with green gas and the School Girl began to cough between bursts of laughter. With one hand covering her mouth and nose she clutched the office desk and lifted herself up. As she reached for the door she fell over again, almost unconsious.
"There's no use trying to escape, 'Terra'," Said the Joker in a menacing tone, followed once again by his haunting laugh. His laugh increased in volume as the School Girl's open eye finally closed, passing out to the sound of disturbing laughter.
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I hate beginings and ends. Writing them, I mean. I'll say this now: I'm not saying whether this is Terra or not. WHy? Because I honestly don't know if it is or not. In the credits for "Things Change" they even listed Ashlee Johnson as being the voice of "School Girl". I love that they didn't determine whether or not it was Terra. I believe it's called an open ending. A lot of people are only theorizing if "Terra" remembers, and never considering that it might not be Terra at all. So...Reviews are great! Reviews are my friends
BTW, Joker and Harley are hard to write dialogue for. The greatest characters usually are. I was trying to work in "They're the awesomest villains ever" into this closure, but I wasn't sure I was going to be succesful.
Plot Summary: Jump City becomes overrun with Gotham psycos. I think that pretty much somes it up.
Chapter One
Enter: Clown Prince of Crime
"Hello?" A blonde girl entered the lit room. She was small and thin. Possibly around fourteen years of age. She examined the room. An open window was embetted in the wall on the right of the door, a desk in the far left corner, and a closet door behind the chair where her blue eyes met a set of glass covered ones belonging to a seated woman. She also had blonde hair pulled back in a low bun and a very wide smile surrounded by dark red lips.
"Hiya!" The woman said with a very distinct voice. One that almost sounded insane. "What's your name?"
"You called me in here," The small girl answered in a defensive and confused manner. "Shouldn't you know?"
"Fine," The woman said immaturely, almost pouting. "Take a seat."
"You're not the counselor...Where is she?"
"She's out sick. I'm the sub, Dr. Quinzel!" Dr. Quinzel smiled.
"You're the sub," The girl said with disbelief and a small chuckle. She sounded like a loony.
"Right-a-ro--I mean," She cleared her throat. For a brief moment her voice was even more accented and cheerful. After her small break she sounded more...sane, one could say. She also now realised the tone the girl was using. "That's right. Now sit down already. You seen the school counselor recently, is that right?"
She did as she was told, semi-resentfully. "Yeah."
"What for?"
"Schedule change."
"Why?"
"Is this why you called me in?" She asked impatiently.
"Why did you get a schedule change?" Dr. Quinzel scowled at the smaller blonde. The girl gave up.
"Someone wouldn't leave me alone."
"Who?"
She looked sternly at the tiled floor. "He said he was Beast Boy. Of the Teen Titans. Kept telling me things..."
"What kinda things?"
She clenched her fists. "That I'm some screw up that betrayed them. But he made me out to be some sort of hero," The School Girl laughed a little, then continued, "That until recently I was a statue. That I did that after killing the guy who made me back-stab them. That I have some super powers. That I could move rocks. I couldn't control them. I love to camp out. That my name was..."
Dr. Quinzel tilted her head to the side and immediately interupted. "What did he say your name was?"
The School Girl paused for a moment, partly in offense at her interruption. "Terra," She laughed again. "Come on. I mean, he just picked out some cool sounding word for Earth. Like he didn't just think of it one the spot."
"And you have absolutely no memory of anything he said?"
"Not at all. Even if I ever was that girl, I can see why I'd want to forget."
Dr. Quinzel stood up and her dark red smile grew. "Well!" Her voice had gone from a semi-sensible, professional tone to a loud, insane voice. "That's all I needed to hear! How about you, Puddin'?"
The closet door behind the Doctor's chair opened and a very pale man stepped out. "Agreed Harley, deer!"
The School Girl's eyes widened. The man had green hair and eyes, bright red lips, a long face and nose. He looked like a clown. "Who...Who are you?!"
"Kid, if you don't know then there MUST be something wrong with you!" As he said this he tossed out a limp, smiling body. The girl let out a shreik once she recognized it as the school counselor's dead body. It's permanant smile and bleeding forehead caused the School Girl to loose balance and collapse to the ground.
Harley stepped up. "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I introduce the C--" She was cut off when the clown pulled the bun in her hair.
"Save it, Harl," He scowled, yet dully.
"Yes sir," She squeaked out.
"Ahem," The clown began, clearing his throat. "I am the Clown Prince of Crime! The one and only...Joker!"
"And I'm Harley Quinn!" Harley exclaimed, throwing off her glasses and hugging the Joker.
The School Girl stood up with shaking legs. "Y-You guys are insa--"
POW!
Something slammed her in the face, plowing her into the hard surface of the tile. When the disoriant girl looked up she saw the counselor--Or Harley Quinn as she had just called herself--was holding a gun with a boxing glove retracting to it. The Joker knelt down and grabbed her by the chin.
"Now, now," he began, then agressively pushing her back. The blonde's head slammed on the tile. "What to do with you..." His face lit up like a light bulb.
But before he could say anything Harley interrupted. "But Mister J! I thought we were just gonna--" She cut herself off when she saw his glare. The clown turned back to the frightened girl.
"Ever wanted to be on television, my deer?" Seeing the utter fear in her only opened eye he let out a laugh. The half-consious girl shuttered at the disturbing sound. He was enjoying all of this.
He turned to his lacky and barked, "Harley!"
Harley turned to the closet and began throwing things all over the place like an eight year-old looking for his lost, good shoes in a messy closet. "Aha!" She shouted when she found what she was looking for. The cheery woman pulled out a gas can and threw it to The Joker, who caught it without missing a beat. Harly Quinn jumped up in excitment. "Yippy! Nice catch, Puddin'!"
The clown man stood up for a minute, taking a bow. After taking applaud from his only audience The Joker turned around to the School Girl and, with an attempt to sound sympathetic, said "Oh, don't be so frightened! It's not like this will KILL you! That's what the can back there is for!" He pointed to another gas can still in the closet. This only made the School Girl more terrified. Obviously, that's what the Joker wanted.
"But don't you fret! It's not for you," He gripped the tube attached to the can and shoved it in her face, preparing to spray her with the gas. He paused for a moment and lowered the tube, and continued to talk. "Before I gas you, I have a question for you: How are you so sure he was lying? Or that you aren't this 'Terra'? How much do you remember before High School? Have your so-called 'parents' ever gotten quiet when you asked them something about a few years ago? Or anything odd in your life? What if you ARE the lying sociopath the green lad spoke of?"
He let her ponder his words for a moment, waiting for her to snap. The School Girl had thought of this before. Many times before. She had always come to a rational conclusion in the past, that it was impossible. However, right now, worries flowed throughout her fright-filled, barely consious mind. What if all of it WAS true? The girl in Beast Boy's stories was insane. Miserable. She COULDN'T be the same person. The only worries the School Girl now had were passing tests, if the cute guy in math liked her, and getting prepared for college. Terra's worries were staying alive, finding a home, and not killing everyone she met. It couldn't be true...Right?
"No..." Tears began to uncontrollably flow from the girl's eyes, one stream of clear water and the other mixed with blood, and the clown smiled at his work.
"Harley, could you be a deer and head over to get things set up?" The Joker asked.
"Okie Dokie, Mister J!" His henchwoman flashed one of her giant smiles and flaunted out the first-story window, closing it on her way out.
"Aww, cheer up, kid! Worst case scenerio it's all true and you get your own little padded room in Arkham with the rest of us! Then again, by the look of your condition right now that'll happen no matter what." He once again aimed the tube at her. But this time without hesitation he released the contents. The room began to fill up with green gas and the School Girl began to cough between bursts of laughter. With one hand covering her mouth and nose she clutched the office desk and lifted herself up. As she reached for the door she fell over again, almost unconsious.
"There's no use trying to escape, 'Terra'," Said the Joker in a menacing tone, followed once again by his haunting laugh. His laugh increased in volume as the School Girl's open eye finally closed, passing out to the sound of disturbing laughter.
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I hate beginings and ends. Writing them, I mean. I'll say this now: I'm not saying whether this is Terra or not. WHy? Because I honestly don't know if it is or not. In the credits for "Things Change" they even listed Ashlee Johnson as being the voice of "School Girl". I love that they didn't determine whether or not it was Terra. I believe it's called an open ending. A lot of people are only theorizing if "Terra" remembers, and never considering that it might not be Terra at all. So...Reviews are great! Reviews are my friends
BTW, Joker and Harley are hard to write dialogue for. The greatest characters usually are. I was trying to work in "They're the awesomest villains ever" into this closure, but I wasn't sure I was going to be succesful.
