Quiet like the Snow

[jokerforever]

A young man layed, curled into a ball on an uncomfertable cot, his surrounding only consisting of hard, dark walls, and a single, small, barred window that let cold air into the small cell to help clear out any stale air. The young man was clad in the standard, brightly colored prison suite, his narrow face slightly hidden.

From what could be seen, he had handsome, rosy cheeks and enchanting eyes that glimmered like molten sapphires, shining with fresh presperation. Tears slid silently down the sides of his nose, soaking into the suite that covered his pronounced chin and mouth.

His hair was long and snow white, though the tips were the color of red. It didn't match his outfit very well, but Scourge didn't seem to care. The man's name was Scourge, the infamous villian that affiliated himself with Joker, the even more infamous villian, and the crowned prince of crime.

Scourge was certainly differant then the clown. But he was also very alike. For one, just like the Joker, no one knew his real name, or so he thought. But he certainly didn't burn his half of the money and obviously didn't wear clown makeup.

His crimes also differed in many ways. Scourge wasn't the type to think everything up just to be sure that every day and night was overly clamatic. He was a simple man with simple tastes. Assault. Murder. Torture. These things were what most of Gotham's criminals lived by, but Scourge liked to add a few things to that list.

He liked to cause fear, more then pain, much like Scarecrow. He would much rather torment then torture. Another little thing is, unlike most of the more prefessional criminals of Gotham, who thought this to be beneath them, Scourge enjoyed snatching young girls at night and dragging them into desolate allies or abandoned homes.

But Scourge was also differant from all the major criminals in Gotham for another reason. He wasn't out to destroy the world. He wasn't out to become famous. He wasn't out to kill, because he was obsessed with, The Batman. He certainly wasn't out to get rich, nor was he out for revenge.

All Scourge had ever wanted was love. It didn't have to be true love between man and women. All he wanted was to be loved by someone. He had never experianced love from his family, he was abused as a child. He prayed and prayed, but everyone.e always seemed to hate him.

So, not knowing any better, he de tided that if he couldn't find willing love, he would have to either force it, or build a fantasy world around him. Since one didn't suffice, Scourge found himself doing both.

He built his fantasy world believing Joker and Harley loved him, thinking of them as father and mother, and Sparrow as a sister. But they abused him as much as his old family, obviously. Still, he forced himself to believe they loved him, and found himself hunting for girls to help build to his fantasy world, becoming more and more insane each day. Even his poor old, long dead cat played apart.

But it wasn't the same as real love, as a real family that cared for him and spent Christmas and his birthday with him. He had never had a birthday party before, and had never gotten anything for Christmas.

The thought of his childhood and his stupid, fantasy life brought him to bigger tears and Scourge found himself gasping for breath. He really deserved that beating he got last night. He was still sore and to stiff to move much.

Overwhelmed by emotion., he found himself clawing feebly at his face until blood welled around his fingers. Why couldn't they just kill him and get it over with? Didn't they care about what he wanted? Suddenly angry, he slammed his head into the wall several times as hard as he could until it throbbed horribly and he felt so dizzy, be nearly fell off the bed, vision flashing. Why? Why couldn't he just be normal? He hates what he had become, an animal. Why couldn't it end?

[tiff]

Tiffany walked up to the cell as the young man began banging his head against the wall. Tiffany frowned ever slightly at the sight. After the multiple interviews he had conducted in his stay in Gotham, he was becoming exhausted with how many bordered on insanity. How could the devil effect so many in a single place? He was here on business though, and would focus on getting the answers he desired.

He had heard that one of the Joker's men had been captured by Batman and brought here. The Batman did not stay to be greeted by the FBI. He ran back into the shadows like the demon he was, but the FBI would flush the criminal man out eventually. First, Tiffany had more important things to focus on. He needed to capture the Joker. He was the largest threat to Gotham, and therefore, Tiffany's greatest focus. He expected the man to know the craze evil clowns location and to hand it over.

Blackgate had become overcrowded with the increase of lesser criminals being locked away here. The staff was overworked, and none of the inmates nor staff seemed pleased with Tiffany's presence. Most that were now in here were captured by the FBI. Tiffany saw the place as a black hole of evil that needed to be contained, but he did feel like the FBI was successful in their pursuits. They had saved Gotham from all of vermin.

"Scourge," he stated outside the mans cell. He would have the interview here. He had no interest in risking a break out by moving him somewhere different. "My name is Agent Tiffany. The FBI has important questions that you are required to answer. I do suggest you corporate," he stated professionally, not mentioning how odd it was to see the man banging his head.

[jokerforever]

Scourge barely heard his name. For a moment, he thought it was a faint echo of what he had become in his mind, taunting him. He grimaced, his head throbbing painfully. Groaning, Scourge pressed a hand to his tear stained face and massaged his temple, closing his eyes and sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. That's when he heard the voice again, introducing itself.

It was agent Tiffany. Scourge frowned. He had never met Tiffany before. What did he look like? Was he really an evil demon that sacrificed actual people just to get a job done? Those were the stories. Scourge had even heard the man executed a prisoner on live Tv. Why would he do such a thing? That made him no differant then the criminals he was trying to catch.

Scourge stared at the door curiously and wiped away tears with his sleeve, sniffing. "What do you want to know?" He asked aloud. Why was Tiff here? To drag him away where no one could hear his screams? To cut him off from the world and let him starve to death? Maybe use him as a sacrifice to catch another criminal? Horrid thoughts ran through Scourge's mind as he waited for the agent to show himself and thought, just for a moment, that he preferred seeing Batman then waiting for Tiff.

[tiff]

Tiffany frowned ever slightly when he heard the boy's weak voice. Had he been crying? It didn't particularly fit with his vision of a criminal. Criminals were dark and heartless. They never cried. For them to cry that would mean they would have to have feelings, something Tiffany had never seen in any criminal. They were far too calculated. It had to be a trick to gain Tiffany's sympathy, and it certainly would not work on him.

Tiffany stood at in front of the bars to the cell. Stating his name aloud had gathered the attention of the other criminals on the floor. Tiffany heard the hisses and name calling, but abruptly ignored them. He never cared for the opinion of a criminal. There words meant nothing to him. In their anger, it only proved that Tiffany was successful in his goals. He watched the man wipe his face on his sleeve before pushing himself up on the cot. Again, Tiffany would not have sympathy for a criminal. He probably trying to manipulate him.

It would not happen.

"You were last noted to be acquainted with the Joker, where is he?" Tiffany asked straight to the point. Other interrogators tended to bring the criminals they were speaking to into a sense of security. Tiffany saw that as a waste of time, and with the amount of sin around Gotham he did not like wasting his time.

[jokerforever]

Scourge sniffed again and thought about the question for a moment. Where was Joker? The man had left Gotham not long ago with some women, pissing Robin off. He decided since he wasn't exactly sure, as he had never been into Joker's main hideout, that he would try and have some fun with Tiff. May e it would cheer him up a bit and get him back into person.

"I'm not sure." Scourge admitted quietly, staring at his lap. Then, slowly, he looked up and examined Tiff. Dark hair, lithe face. He didn't look like an agent, and certainly not a demon. Just to be sure, Scourge glanced up at his head but saw no horns or anything else unusual. "But, last I saw, he was leaving the Harley's room one morning, giggling naughtily. Then he just jumped in his car and left with some sexy chick that might haven been your mom." Scourge snickered. He hadn't lied, that was all he knew, though the truth had been stretched out a bit.

Despite his little joke, Scourge didn't feel much better. Sighing, he let another tear slide shamelessly down his cheek and looked back down at his lap, wondering what it felt like to be loved. Did Tiffany have anyone he loved? Did anyone even love Tiffany? After all those rumors, it seemed not. Apparently, Tiff would sacrifice his own mom if that's what it took to take down a criminal. Atleast, that was what he had heard. Feeling a bit guilty for talking about the agent's mother, Scourge muttered a quiet, sincere apology that could barely be heard.

[tiff]

Tiffany watched the pathetic boy in disappointment. He was not acting like a normal criminal. He appeared to sad, and Tiffany didn't like it. His eyes watching carefully as he stared at his lap, waiting for an answer. He was not surprised when it was not the answer he wanted. He didn't know where he was? How did he not know? The man had worked with the Joker.

However, the young man furthered his spirally downward mood. He had inferred not marital sex and insulted his mother. His teeth gridded together. It was disgusting to know that a demon like the Joker could manipulate someone into caring for him. Disgusting really. The comment about his mother though....no one insulted Tiffany's mother. She was a sweet lady who went to church every Sunday and made cookies in the afternoon. She always said that was how she spoiled her family, with sweets. Tiffany's mother was very similar to Tiffany's wife, both sweet and respectable. He caught sight of the tear and some mumbling words, but Tiffany didn't feel sympathy for this thing. He had just proven that he was a criminal.

Tiffany frowned ever slightly then turned his head towards the guard. He waved a finger at him to come here. The guard did just so. "Open it," Tiffany ordered.

The guard looked uncertain, but with a glare from Tiffany, he listened. He quickly opened the cell, and Tiffany walked in shutting it behind him. "Stay there," he ordered then turned his focus to the young man.

He walked up towards the man on the cot then grabbed his forearm. He yanked the man up and slammed him against the back wall. His other hand went to his gun on his waist during this quick moment. He pressed the gun into the man's stomach. The guard at the front of the cell wouldn't be able to see anything.

"Do you think this is a joke?" he stated firmly, anger tracing his words ever slightly, "If you're not lying to me, how did Joker get out of the city? And where are his hideouts currently? I will not stand for sass."

[jokerforever]

Scourge stiffened as Tiffany asked the guard to open the door. Not because of fear of Tiffany, but fear for Tiffany. The agent really had no clue how unsmart it was to get close to Scourge, who had been trained for ten years in hand to hand as well as other things. As the agent walked closer, Scourge told himself he wouldn't attack unless he felt his life was in danger.

He barely contained himself when Tiff slammed him to the wall and the gun at his stomach doubled Tiffany's danger tenfold. He thought about how quickly he could disarm the agent and break his arm. It would be simple. A sweep of his arm, a flick of his wrist, a lunge beneath Tiff's shoulder and a little blow from his own to completely pop the shoulder out of place. The rest would be fair game. He could easily kill Tiff right now. He wondered if Tiff was aware of how much danger he was in.

"Listen man, he left in a car with some women headed out of Gotham. He was following a train. As for his hideout, I don't know. I met up with Sparrow in an old warehouse, but I never saw an actual hideout. I swear Kt." He answered calmly, trying to contain his anger. It would only take a second to snap the dumb agent's neck. Only a second.

[tiff]

Tiffany did not think the kid was dangerous. Why would he? He was just some punk who got looped into the Joker's schemes. He also knew the man couldn't attack him here. If he attacked or killed a Federal Agent, he would most likely be sent off to one of the United States secret facility to be tortured and then killed like the other rogues. While Tiffany thought criminals were the scum of the Earth, he understood that they had some value for their life. They all were extremely self centered to the point it was their only drive. It would be quite a mistake on his part to attack him.

When he received an answer that was not laced with a smart ass remark, Tiffany pulled away. He put his gun back into his halter and stepped away from the man. The Joker had left Gotham. It didn't make sense how he even had the ability too. The Riddler had already left Gotham as well. Tiffany pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He would have to inform the Director of this. It infuriated him to know that criminals were escaping under his watch, but he was pleased that they were running away scared. It wouldn't matter. The United States Government would find them.

"Thank you," he stated as he brought his hand back to his side and studied this young man in front of him. He rarely thanked criminals, but his mind had been trapped in his thoughts that the habitual comment came out anyways.

"Joker might have left, but where is this Sparrow and Harleen?" he asked, hoping that boy now understood that Tiffany only liked straight answers.

[jokerforever]

Scourge could care less when the man pulled away. The only person it had saved was Tiff, who Scourge would not have hesitated to kill despite the consequances. He had no reason to want to live. Never did. He didn't react to the thanks he had received, only huffed and flexed his fingers with irritation.

"To answer your question, I dont know. I have never even seen Harley before and I'm not even sure if Sparrow is still in Gotham. I haven't seen or heard from her in about two weeks. I thought you had her, but apparently not." Scourge answered truthfully, moving over to his cot again and rubbing his head, which still throbbed. "J and his loyalists are very secretive and I am, after all, just a rookie in their midst."

[tiff]

Tiffany frowned at the lack of information this man was giving him. He had worked for Joker, and he knew nothing! He could just be a common thug, which is usually why Tiffany allows his men to interview them. Tiffany did not enjoy wasting his time on worthless information, but since this boy had been seen with the Joker he had hoped that he would be more informative.

The Joker leaving was informative, but not the type of information he wanted. He wanted locations and plans. He wanted a way to capture the Joker.

"You hold no value to the FBI," he stated before heading out the cell. His back to the man. The guard started to open the cell for Tiffany, but Tiffany stopped himself. He didn't look back, but asked a single question. "Do you have any other information that could possibly be useful in our investigations?"

[jokerforever]

Scourge frowned as the agent turned around, stopping by the door. Scourge was actually hoping the man would leaves but not before he asked one more question. What criminal would Scourge like to see behind bars? Deadshot. The man had foiled his plans with Rachel! By the time that stupid rhino was done questioning the girl, some guy dressed like a wolf showed up.

At the time, he didn't know who he was, but Scourge wanted revenge. It had taken time and research, but it was easy enough. He wondered if this peice of information would be of use at all, but atleast he had tried to help. "I spotted Deadshot out on the west side if town trying to track Ivy." Scourge answered smugly.

[tiff]

Tiffany froze at the information Scourge stated. His eyebrow rising in interest at that very interesting information. Deadshot was tracking Pamela. If that was true that meant someone had put a price on Miss Isley's head. Tiffany felt conflicting emotions. He would be more then happy to see Miss Isley dead, but he did not like the idea that someone was getting paid to do it. Greed was a sin.

Both criminals needed to be put behind bars, immediately.

"Where?" was all he asked. If they could trace Deadshot's movement they could apprehend him. They then could question Deadshot of Miss Isley's location and get the needed cure for the public. It would be beneficial to all.

He had to admit, when he walked in to meet this man his mind had been focus on the Joker. When he provided little to no information on the man, he had labeled him a disappointment. However, it looked like the man held some use to the FBI.

[jokerforever]

Scourge watched the agent curiously. Tiff seemed genuinely interested in the information he had just been given, which was quite good, on Scourge's part. Maybe he coulds stay on the agent's good side. "Right outside Rachel's work. She was walking home, dunno why. I, um, stalked her for a while and tried to, you know, but Deadshot showed up wanting information on Ivy and I gave him five minutes before I got Rachel back, but then some wolf guy showed up. I got annoyied and left." He admitted, the words tumbling from his mouth. Then his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "I could have had so much fun with Rachel!" He growled.

[tiff]

The information he provided was very valuable, but as he went on describing 'Rachel' Tiffany felt his fist form at his side. This man was disgusting. He felt gross for even touching him. He gained some enjoyment that he was no locked behind bars never steal a woman's innocence again.

"There are many with the name Rachel," he stated, the edge his voice evident. It was hard to keep himself calm when speaking to evil. He had a naturally need to wipe the evil clean from the Earth.

"Do you have a last name?" he asked still not looking at the man for fear he would take action that had no place in these current affairs.

[jokerforever]

"Last name? Oh goodness me, I forgot to stalk her. What if she had a desease? That wouldn't have been good. For me." He chuckled, as if finding the Agent's question funny. But it wasn't funny, he was sure Tiffany would take offense. "Hey Tiff? Why do you have a girl name?" He asked, genuinely curious of the man's strange name. Was Jorden a girl name? He didn't think so. He certainly hoped it wasn't. Maybe it could work both ways.