Lahat ng Kabanata ng Night Gaze The Redemption of Joker: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

"Calling all cars, calling all cars. Shots have been fired on Everton rd."A police car zoomed, and a siren blared. The sound echoed down the empty street and flashes of red reflected off of the freshly fallen snow. Gordon rounded the corner, and he cruised by the ice covered mailboxes. He wanted to be the first one there. His heart was racing, and he felt a little excited. His day had been long and boring. He wondered if he could get to the scene of the crime before anyone else. It was first come first serve. It was one of those unspoken rules. His instincts kicked in and his ears tuned into the silence, he listened closely but no other police cars approached. Unconsciously his foot pressed on the gas pedal. His wheels squealed as he sped up and he began to slide across the road. It took a few honks from the passing cars to snap him out of his daze and he swerved back to his lane. Gordon's foot eased off the gas and the wheel jerked as he regained control. Blaring lights flashed

4 years passed and Jack was no longer a bottom feeder. He was someone of influence, someone who could implement change. -*- All morning Alice was in court. She found the whole process tiring and she was happy that it was finally over. Mr. Lyle pulls up in front of the orphanage and Alice steps out. The man on the radio said it was going to be another scorcher and Alice could feel the heat bearing down on her. She stood at the bottom of the stairs dreading the ascent. Her legs felt heavier with each step she took. Mr. Lyle ran up and twisted the iron lion head on the door. The metal was hot. He quickly opened it and it flung back. Sharon walked past the door to handle a certain situation. It was because a spunky little redhead had someone in her grasp. "Pamela Li! Let go of that girl's hair right now!" Sharon screamed. "She called me a ginger! Nobody calls me a ginger! Not my Momma, not my Pappy, and especially no blonde headed Susie Q!" "Pamela Li, please let go. I'm sorry

It was late at night and Jack laid in bed feeling drowned by his confusion and sorrows. His eyes were darting around the room and his mind was busy. He grabbed Harley's letter, it laid on his chest. Jack held it up and read it out loud. Then he paused. It looked like he was trying to figure something out. He knew that there was something he was missing. He thought for a bit and his eyes got wide. It was clear as day. There was something that he remembered. It was the way that Harley acted. She was quiet and distant. That was odd because Harley is very outspoken. She has an in your face personality. Why was she acting shy? Why was she not Harley? All night long Jack pondered. He felt so defeated. Jack raised his finger up and pointed towards the corner of the ceiling. He began tracing the floral motif in the air. His arm soon became tired and it flopped down. He sighed and reached into his pocket. Jack pulls out the Joker card that Harley returned. He noticed how worn it looked. The

“Hello Mr. Wayne.” “Who's this?” Thomas said angrily. “My name is Morgan. I am the prosecutor appointed to the Jonathan Crane case.” “Oh, sorry about that Mr. Morgan. We have been getting calls from an unknown caller and I was just frustrated. Sorry for being so rude.” “It’s fine, I understand. I would react the same way.” “So, what is this call concerning?” “I called because I wanted to know if Mrs. Wayne could testify in court against Jonathan Crane.” “Testify? Couldn't she just give you a written statement?” Thomas asked. “No, we need her testimony. It would be more compelling if the judge could hear her point of view from her mouth. A statement wouldn’t be as personal. It wouldn't make the same emotional impact.” Martha could hear Thomas saying her name and she came closer. “Who’s on the phone dear?” Thomas put his hand on the receiver. “It’s the prosecutor over the Jonathan Crane case.” “What does he want?” “He wants to know if you’d be willing to tes

8:00am.The sky was clear and the sun was hot. Ricky could feel his shirt sticking to his skin and a stray breeze blew in a strong stench. His nose cringed a little but it wasn’t going to faze him. The reason it didn’t bother him was because he knew that he was getting out today. Ricky walked over to a table and climbed on top. All the inmates' eyes were upon him and everyone was silent. “As you may know I will be leaving the joint today.”The men whistled and cheered. He raised his hand and they stopped. “These few years with you cats have been great. I hope to see many of yous when you get out. For I have a place for each and every one of you. What we have formed here is a brotherhood, and that’s what makes us united. Gentlemen, together we will change Gotham. We will make our mark and we will make those filthy pigs pay! Now is our moment. For it’s time for us to take back what is rightfully ours!”The men cheered. This made the warden uncomfortable. He didn't like the atmosphere