Post by Rose Valentino on Feb 20, 2012 19:05:40 GMT -5
Lenore had gone to go get some money from the bank, of course once she got there something had to happen, there was no warning as a man in a clown mask shoved her down. A man in a purple suit and Joker make up strolled in, that man wasn't her father. She growled at the thought that someone would be stupid enough to even try. Before she knew it, she was being picked up and lead out to a van, oh this man had no style. There were a few other hostages in the van with her. One of the other clowns started trying to tie them up. But lenore struggled against him.
“Look birdie, you wanna bullet in your head...you aren't no good to the Joker dead.”
“Uh, Clown...he isn't the Joker..” She growled back, the 'Joker' Laughed.
“you so sure about that toots?”
“Yeah, sweetcheeks.” That got her a back hand to the face.
“Boys, looks like we got ourselves a voulenteer to address Gotham.” She was being roughly tied up and gagged, before a blow to the side of her head rendered her unconcious.
When she woke up she was tied to a chair, her arms bound tightly and the gag was gone. Opening her eyes she took in the surroundings, she was in one of the old gang buildings in the Narrows, the graffiti told her this, looked like she was in Los Morte's area. The man with the purple suit was setting up a camera. “Oh beautiful, you are up.” He chimmed, everything about this man pissed her off. “We are going to do a little interview Darling, and you are going to tell Gotham exactly what I tell you too, or your pretty little face is going to get cut up.
“Oh am I? I don't think I will.” Lenore said calmly, this man was pathetic. “are your scars even real?” The man strolled towards her and backhanded her again, before strolling around the camera again, hitting record.
This was on the tape that had been sent to the New's.
“Now sweetheart, tell Gotham who you are.”
“And why false clown, should I do that.” There was the sound of a gun cocking from behind the camera. “Lenore Napier.”
“And why Lenny, are you here.”
“Don't call me Lenny, YOU aren't allowed.” She growled at the man who stayed off the camera.
“No? Too bad tell em why you are here.”
“Because some psychopathic nut job thinks he's the Joker, and he's really not.”
“No no no. See I am, and you toots aren't playing nice, how about I come over there and cut your face up pretty?”
Lenore glared at the man, “Oh how about you take your make up off and stop pretending to be someone you aren't.” The man came into view not facing the camera, as he grabbed her face.
“Gonna have to make an example of you sweetcheeks, you and the rest of Gotham gotta learn that this is my city, and if I say jump, you don't hesitate to do so.” He growled out at her, and she suddenly laughed, it was a loud cold laughter, the sort that could chill bones.
“You don't scare me.” She said in breathless giggles. The man shook his head and laughed a bit. “You are too serious to be the Joker.” She hissed, she was suddenly met with his knife in her mouth. He moved finally coming into the camera's view to stand behind her so the camera could see what he was doing. “Now now Miss Napier, you don't understand what kinda trouble you are in...Smile pretty for the camera.” He started tugging at the knife in her mouth, cutting into her cheek's skin, she stayed quiet after the intial squeak of pain. Each tug was painfully slow, and painful as she could feel the skin being severed from the rest, there were no words to express the pain she felt, soon her body tried to betray her and shake as she tried to move her face away, but it didn't help. The blade soon stopped leaving her with half a grin. She growled. “Oh still have some fight in ya?”
“YOU AREN'T THE JOKER.” she growled out at him painfully.
“Oh but Honey, I am.” He growled back moving to cut against the other side of her mouth in the same painfully slow manner, each side from how slow he was doing it took 3-4 minutes. The false Joker kept whispering dark things to her, and would slow his knife down to a crawl at some times, trying to keep the torture going for as long as he could. Soon that side was done. Lenore felt a chuckle escape from her throat the man seemed to be taken back by it.
“Still after all that...you just proved you weren't the Joker toots...” She laughed again. “You didn't call me out about being serious, for one....and two...he NEVER gives his scars to someone else with out telling them a story.” She hissed at the man, but sharp pain in her side caused her to scream ripping the flesh opened more. He grabbed her chin and forced her mouth to open more as he laughed pulling at the skin. A few more stabs and the camera cut off, with the 'Joker' laughing.
That was 30 minutes ago, Lenore was left for dead, sitting alone and loosing blood rapidly tied to a chair in gang teritory, today was going to be a bad day. “daddy.” she whimpered out to the empty air.
“Look birdie, you wanna bullet in your head...you aren't no good to the Joker dead.”
“Uh, Clown...he isn't the Joker..” She growled back, the 'Joker' Laughed.
“you so sure about that toots?”
“Yeah, sweetcheeks.” That got her a back hand to the face.
“Boys, looks like we got ourselves a voulenteer to address Gotham.” She was being roughly tied up and gagged, before a blow to the side of her head rendered her unconcious.
When she woke up she was tied to a chair, her arms bound tightly and the gag was gone. Opening her eyes she took in the surroundings, she was in one of the old gang buildings in the Narrows, the graffiti told her this, looked like she was in Los Morte's area. The man with the purple suit was setting up a camera. “Oh beautiful, you are up.” He chimmed, everything about this man pissed her off. “We are going to do a little interview Darling, and you are going to tell Gotham exactly what I tell you too, or your pretty little face is going to get cut up.
“Oh am I? I don't think I will.” Lenore said calmly, this man was pathetic. “are your scars even real?” The man strolled towards her and backhanded her again, before strolling around the camera again, hitting record.
This was on the tape that had been sent to the New's.
“Now sweetheart, tell Gotham who you are.”
“And why false clown, should I do that.” There was the sound of a gun cocking from behind the camera. “Lenore Napier.”
“And why Lenny, are you here.”
“Don't call me Lenny, YOU aren't allowed.” She growled at the man who stayed off the camera.
“No? Too bad tell em why you are here.”
“Because some psychopathic nut job thinks he's the Joker, and he's really not.”
“No no no. See I am, and you toots aren't playing nice, how about I come over there and cut your face up pretty?”
Lenore glared at the man, “Oh how about you take your make up off and stop pretending to be someone you aren't.” The man came into view not facing the camera, as he grabbed her face.
“Gonna have to make an example of you sweetcheeks, you and the rest of Gotham gotta learn that this is my city, and if I say jump, you don't hesitate to do so.” He growled out at her, and she suddenly laughed, it was a loud cold laughter, the sort that could chill bones.
“You don't scare me.” She said in breathless giggles. The man shook his head and laughed a bit. “You are too serious to be the Joker.” She hissed, she was suddenly met with his knife in her mouth. He moved finally coming into the camera's view to stand behind her so the camera could see what he was doing. “Now now Miss Napier, you don't understand what kinda trouble you are in...Smile pretty for the camera.” He started tugging at the knife in her mouth, cutting into her cheek's skin, she stayed quiet after the intial squeak of pain. Each tug was painfully slow, and painful as she could feel the skin being severed from the rest, there were no words to express the pain she felt, soon her body tried to betray her and shake as she tried to move her face away, but it didn't help. The blade soon stopped leaving her with half a grin. She growled. “Oh still have some fight in ya?”
“YOU AREN'T THE JOKER.” she growled out at him painfully.
“Oh but Honey, I am.” He growled back moving to cut against the other side of her mouth in the same painfully slow manner, each side from how slow he was doing it took 3-4 minutes. The false Joker kept whispering dark things to her, and would slow his knife down to a crawl at some times, trying to keep the torture going for as long as he could. Soon that side was done. Lenore felt a chuckle escape from her throat the man seemed to be taken back by it.
“Still after all that...you just proved you weren't the Joker toots...” She laughed again. “You didn't call me out about being serious, for one....and two...he NEVER gives his scars to someone else with out telling them a story.” She hissed at the man, but sharp pain in her side caused her to scream ripping the flesh opened more. He grabbed her chin and forced her mouth to open more as he laughed pulling at the skin. A few more stabs and the camera cut off, with the 'Joker' laughing.
That was 30 minutes ago, Lenore was left for dead, sitting alone and loosing blood rapidly tied to a chair in gang teritory, today was going to be a bad day. “daddy.” she whimpered out to the empty air.
