[189 - Poker Face] Seriousness

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Challenge: [189] Poker Face
Title: Seriousness
Word Count: 597
Notes: Crossover with Christopher Nolan's Batman: The Dark Knight. Set during KHI.

 

The problem with being Traverse Town’s first line of defence, Leon reflected, was that when worlds disappeared and their survivors were dumped on your doorstep, the citizens automatically expected you to deal with it.

 

Actually, the real problem wasn’t all the survivors, just the psychotic ones. The ones who cowered in fear, or were too shell-shocked about losing everything and everyone they ever cared about, those were difficult enough, but manageable. Admittedly, Leon preferred leaving those to Aerith and assigning himself as just the courier who collected them from wherever they’d landed and took them into town. In Leon’s mind Aerith was the natural choice for coaxing victims out of themselves and introducing them to their new lives gently. Even Yuffie could sometimes bring a smile out of the blankest, most traumatised faces, which was more than he could do.

 

But when a star vanished from the sky you couldn’t pick and choose who made it out alive, and the psychos belonged to Leon.

 

He couldn’t be sure the others would understand – or accept – the idea of necessary force. At least, not the way he did. Aerith proffered open hands, Yuffie shoved food and jokes at newcomers – even Cid had been known to hold out his pack of cigarettes if it looked like someone needed one. Leon, on the other hand, had his gunblade unsheathed and offered a view of gleaming metal to make newcomers really think about what they wanted to do next. He kept his face empty, not letting them read anything in his hard eyes or the perfectly level line of his jaw. He’d learned a long time ago that putting something in your expression wasn’t half as effective as filling it with nothing.

 

This one wasn’t like the others. Still, Leon managed to keep his eyes flat and his mouth an uninterested line – impressive when you considered he was bound to a chair and blood was dribbling down his temple from the chunk of scalp he was missing.

 

The newcomer couldn’t lift his gunblade. He would’ve thanked heaven for small mercies if he’d believed in it. The press of metal against his throat was still deadly, though. Dagger, shank, carving knife or a sword like Cloud’s; a blade was still a blade. It could still cut you, still end your life – or make you wish you were already dead. Leon got the feeling this newcomer was no stranger to that sort of entertainment. The lividly painted scar, tongue constantly wetting his lips, and the manic tick of his eyes suggested several possibilities, none of which inspired confidence.

 

Leon met the feverish stare directly. You weren’t supposed to antagonise unbalanced people, especially ones who’d tied your ankles so tight your bones ground together when you twitched. Chalk that up as another stupid act today; the first, of course, was letting this guy lead him into the sewers to get the drop on him in the first place.

 

The newcomer pouted. It was one of the most disturbing things Leon had ever seen. He waved the makeshift knife from side to side, as if trying to hypnotise his captive. Only hard blue eyes reflected in it.

 

“Still nothing? You’re a real tough audience. Seriously, I’d hate to play you at cards with that face.” The psycho gripped Leon’s lapels and yanked so hard the chair left the floor. The bridges of their noses actually crashed together. Leon smelled the hot stink of greasepaint and sweat.  “Why… so… serious?”

 

Leon stayed silent, but inwardly acknowledged it was no wonder so many kids were afraid of clowns.

Comments

[chokethewind.livejournal.com]

haha, this is brilliant.

[obabscribbler.livejournal.com]

Thank you. ^_^

[greedchan.livejournal.com]

I
oh wow.
xD; That's... that's really all I have to say here.
I was running through my list of psychos
I'd gotten as far as Hannibal Lecter and then read his catchphrase and like, flipped. xD;

[obabscribbler.livejournal.com]

I've always loved the Joker in all his incarnations (although I'll admit the Batman: The Animated Series one voiced by Mark Hamill is my all-tiem favourite). However, this is actually the first time I've ever written the character before, so cheers for the feedback.

[demishock.livejournal.com]

Fantastic! Especially that last line. I laughed aloud, but at the same time, I was cringing. Leon wins the crappy job prize out of the lot of them.

I thought it was very interesting that the Joker couldn't lift Leon's gunblade. Hmm...

[obabscribbler.livejournal.com]

Or maybe he just liked the melodramatic theatrics he could get away with pretending to try lifting it.

Leon does indeed get all the duff jobs. Poor grumpy bugger. He ws probably the one landed with babysitting Yuffie when she was a kid, too.

[oreo-81369-17.livejournal.com]

OH MAN~!!!! hahha hella beast hahaha

[obabscribbler.livejournal.com]

Cheers. Glad you liked it.

[breathless-dawn.livejournal.com]

Whoa...that was epic! I'm not usually one for crossovers, but this was awesome. Nicely written and very in character.

Boy, do I feel bad for Leon...

[obabscribbler.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I was leery about posting it because it was a crossover, so I'm pleased it's gone down so well. ^_^

[killer-rip.livejournal.com]

Last line = Awsome.

[obabscribbler.livejournal.com]

Thank you I've never been afraid of clowns, but I will admit to finding them unnerving. You think you're seeing a smile, then you look a little closer and you realise the guy under the make-up looks miserable as a lunchlady during a health inspection. Add genuine psychotic tendencies to that and the Joker is just a big ol' bag of GETMETHEHELLOUTOFHERE!