Hello everyone! This is the first time I publish here (or anywhere else, because I am mainly a visual artist not a writer XD). I would really appreciate feedback! Other than that, I hope you enjoy the start of my little story! (P.S. English is not my native language, so please excuse the grammar mistakes and if you wish to, you can point them out to me ^_^)
The Joker decided to surprise someone with a visit at the bar that evening, so he walked in carelessly, searching for the man in charge. He spotted the back of his head at a table far in the back, so he made his way in, all by himself, trying to escape the eyes of the rest that were sitting at the table and could spot him.
He made the others a short sign with his finger at his lips, over a wide grin, and covered with his other hand and part of his forearm the man's eyes as soon as he was alerted by the rest's curious eyes staring over him.
"Well.. Well.. Well.. Didn't expect this to happen, did you?" He spoke on a clear tone, pointing a gun at the other's temple, its barrel touching his now sweating face. "I didn't expect you to be elsewhere than planned either, so I guess this makes it even, but let's play a little game while we're here. I give you three chances to guess who's behind this charming voice.. However! I'm not guaranteeing all of them.."
He stopped with a grin and played a little with the trigger, making some at the table gasp silently, while the one involved moved a bit in his seat, still very tensioned, with cold sweat rolling down his forehead.
"Let's begin! Your first guess!" He smiled down at the sitting man. "I am so kind that I decided to give you the possibility to ask me for a clue!"
"How did you know I am here..?" He rushes and asked a bit unsure of the choice of his question.
"Why, that is an easy one that might not help you much.." He tried to act disappointed of the other's choice. "You just posted a picture of yourself and tagged the place. I only happened to be nearby and decided to drop off for a visit. So your first guess is..?"
"I.. Well I don't.." The man started, but got interrupted suddenly by the sound of the pulled trigger, which made a woman from the other side of the table jump with a loud scream.
"Tz.. Tz.. The clock ticks. You can't keep on guessing all night long! But the good news is that you wasted a try successfully! Next!" He cheered loudly, making others around them watch the scene as well, by now being recognized by everyone apart from the blinded man in cause.
The other reached for the hand covering his eyes, touching it lightly as his fingers trembled crazily.
"Your voice sounds of a man, but the fingers and wrist are covered with jewelry.."
The other one gasped at the remark, detaching the gun to take the hand at his chest, looking affected by the words.
"My dear friend! This is 2016! Don't you know that gender questions are damn contested and always raise offense! What a pity.." He stopped to put again the gun at the man's temple and pulled the trigger as soon as it touched his skin, but without an outcome for the second time as well.
"The second try is wasted successfully." He cheered rather disappointed. "Alright. Last one. No clues, no nothing is left on you, apart from the bullet that might be already trembling furiously on the barrel, waiting to be shot."
His remark made the woman that screamed earlier faint and get carried out by the other two men next to her, leaving at the table only the Joker and his playmate.
"Some really can't stand pressure." He shrugged as he watched them leave. "Come on, Charlie. Last try!"
"It's you!" He jumped from his seat after finally recognizing the voice, now facing the Joker, who started to clap, slapping the loaded gun as he did it.
"Remarkable. But you cheated!" He pointed the gun at the man and pulled the trigger, which proved itself to be empty again.
"What a lucky bastard you are tonight, Charlie.. Three in a row!"
"Why did you brought the masquerade here?" The man lowered his tone, holding his hands in the air defensively, while his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
"Because you refused to join me where I invited you to! You're such a rude, disrespectful man lately.. What happened to our precious friendship?!" He pulled the trigger again for more than once, wasting all possible bullets, and yet none, but the sound was enough to make all people in the bar leave only them behind, while the man kept screaming in fear beneath the loud gunshots and metallic chairs scratching on the floor. The Joker tossed away angrily the empty gun, and pushed the other against the closest wall, their foreheads now touching, as he spoke nearly in a whisper.
"Harley, happened, man. Harley!" The other yelled desperate, making the Joker step behind and look at him surprised.
"What does she have to do with us?"
"She has much to do! Your focus rather shifted on her than anything else and many things now spin around her!"
"So.. My woman is a problem to you?" He narrowed his eyes, taking a hand behind his back, slowly grabbing the second gun.
"She is! I mean, no! Not she.. You are the problem! You-"
"Oh, so now we're both a problem? Well, who would need problems in their lives.. Right, Charlie?"
The man nodded a bit unsure, smiling nervously and hoping that he made the other understand his concerns, but soon after he received a bullet in his head, sliding slowly against the wall to the floor, as shooter looked at him with disgust.
"You're the problem, Charlie. You've always been, but I needed the right time to get rid of you." He added, and after taking back his other gun, left the bar, humming a song silently.
