Two years had passed since Ollivya had left Gotham to pursue an education in biochemistry. In that two years, Todd had become like a son to Joker and Harley, and had become one of the clown's most trusted men. The King and Queen of Gotham had also expanded their empire a bit, now owning a couple fancy restaurants and clothing stores around the city. Their daughter called once or twice a week, and talked for as long as she could. Currently, the pair of clowns were seated in Joker's office, meeting with a man who'd promised a lot of money if they worked together.
"Thank you for meeting with me, J. This deal could be very promising for both of us."
"Exactly what kind of business is it you run, Mr. Davis?"
"My shipping company imports exotic animals. Animals not available for purchase in the states."
"Animal trade huh?"
"Yes sir. As a show of good faith, I've brought you and your lovely wife a gift."
Giving a whistle to one of his men, and smiling when he saw Joker and Harley raise an eyebrow in unison, a pair of wolves were brought into the office. The clown stared at them for a moment as the chains attached to their collars were handed over.
"This is the Timber Wolf. Largest of its species, and incredibly loyal to their handler. They're sweet when they need to be, but can also tear the face off of an enemy in a few minutes."
"Well, this certainly made an impression…now, what do you want from us?"
"Well, my buyers have a hard time viewing these animals safely. You set up a space for them to view the merchandise and make their selections in peace, you get 40% of the profit."
Cocking his head as one of the wolves let out a large yawn and laid down by his feet, Joker turned his eyes to Harley for her input. Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear for a few moments before he nodded and turned back to their guest.
"We accept your proposal, Mr. Davis. We have an old warehouse just outside the city that's not being used for anything. You get the pens built, and I'll staff it with some security."
"Wonderful! I look forward to working with you, J."
Standing and showing his guest to the door, Joker turned back around and shook his head at the second of the wolves laying on its back, getting belly rubs from Harley. Noticing the coloration of the wolves, he smirked at seeing the white one bonding with his wife, while the black one lifted its head and waited for him to return to his seat. Moving to sit next to Harley on the couch again, he slipped his arm over her shoulders as she leaned back against the cushions, the two wolves curling together on the floor like a furry, living ying-yang symbol.
"They're so big! I don't think anyone'll fuck with us now."
"Did anyone really fuck with us before, Harls? Pretty sure they all ended up dead anyways."
Chuckling, the woman nodded and leaned over, kissing his cheek before getting up and stretching. The white wolf lifted her head and watched the Queen of Gotham with intent.
"Come on, Ivory, lets go show you off!"
With a stretch and light whine, the wolf stood up and followed Harley out of the office, chain held lightly in the woman's hand. Peering down at the black wolf, which seemed to take an immediate liking to him, Joker reached out and patted the couch. Standing, the large animal jumped up and laid down with its head in the man's lap. Stroking the male's head, the King of Gotham was surprised at the soft texture of the wolf's fur.
"Seems your sister already has a name…guess that means you need one too, huh? Hm…how about…Shadow?"
The wolf lifted its head and gave a soft whine before licking Joker's hand and laying his head back down. Chuckling at the apparent approval of the large animal, he again combed his fingers through the thick black fur. Standing, the pair of clown and wolf made their way from the office, going on the hunt for Harley and Ivory. Chain gripped loosely in his hand, Joker led Shadow through the club and down the steps into the basement when he heard his wife's voice yelling. Entering the hidden basement, he lifted an eyebrow at seeing his henchmen surrounding the unconcious form of Todd's father. Todd himself was standing off to the side, leaning on the wall, arms crossed. A bark and low growl from Shadow caught the clown's attention, and when he looked down and saw him baring teeth at the bound man, he laughed.
"You don't like him either, eh boy? Harls…what's all the screaming about down here?"
"He wouldn't shut the fuck up, so I knocked him out. I was yellin` at the boys for bringing him him without permission."
"Mm I see…Todd, c`mere."
Uncrossing his arms, the young man walked over to Joker and met his eyes.
"You bring him here?"
"No. We caught him sneaking in through the back door of the club upstairs."
"Shadow, sit."
Making a gesture with his hand, he smirked when the large black wolf sat down, watching the captive with interest. Walking over to the sink, Joker attached a hose to the faucet and turned it on full blast, soaking Todd's father. The cold spray wok him immediately and he sputtered against the force of said water.
"Oh! Look who's awake!"
Shaking his head, the other man flung water from his hair before meeting the clown's eyes. Trying to surge forward, he grumbled at finding himself bound. Leaning down and forward until he was a few inches away from the other man's face, Joker leveled him with an amused half-glare.
"So you were trying to sneak into my club, huh? Why?"
"I'm not telling you shit."
"Mm, you will…"
Standing up straight again, the man turned to Todd and walked over, leaning forward and asking his father's name. When the young man answered, he nodded and walked back over to the bound man, pulling a chair behind him.
"Alright, Roger…we're gonna make a little deal. You tell me why you were sneaking into my place of business…and I won't have my pet here tear you apart."
Settling the chair in front of his captive backwards, Joker sat down and rested his arms on the back of it. Roger simply met his eyes, his own slightly glazed and wild from the alcohol he'd more than likely already had that day. A large, maniacal smile slowly spread across the clown's dark red lips, and he let out a slow laugh. The laugh simply caused the alcoholic to glare, and eventually gather the nerve to actually spit in Joker's face when he leaned forward to try and get information. Stepping back, the man wiped his face with the sleeve of his suit jacket, and then walked around behind Roger, slapping him on the shoulders.
"Now that was a VERY bad idea, Rog…see, I wasn't gonna kill ya, seein` as you're Todd's dad and all, but now…I'm rethinking that."
"Go ahead and get rid of him, J. He's nothing to me anymore…"
"Oh! Well then, since I've got your approval…"
Stepping back and grabbing Todd gently by the upper arm and leading him upstairs, Joker stepped behind the bar to grab an item.
"I know you say you don't care, son, but I want you to stay up here while this happens."
"Sure thing, boss."
Patting him on the shoulder, he walked by carrying what he'd grabbed from behind the bar and headed back down the steps. Now gathered around Roger, were case upon case of top shelf vodka and tequila, and a few cases of beer as well.
"Alrighty then. You like being drunk so damn much, let's get you WASTED…and then some."
Pulling the item he'd brought with him, which turned out to be a specialized beer bong, from his shoulder and unfurled the specialized hose. He handed the funnel part to Harley, and she held it while he approached Roger. The King of Gotham grabbed the man's head and forced it back, nodding to Croc to hold him still. Doing so with a low growl, the mutant watched with a smirk as Joker fed the special tube into his captive's nose, and down his throat into his stomach.
"Alright buddy…what should we give you first…hmmm…lets start out light, with some good, old-fashioned beer."
Picking up one of the cases, he sat it on his now vacant chair and pulled it open, grabbing a can and popping it open. Taking the funnel from his Queen, he secured it to the wall next to him, and dumped the can of beer into it, watching in satisfaction as it moved through the tube and into Roger's body. It wasn't long before the two cases of beer were gone, and Joker was injecting the man with a serum to keep him awake and aware.
"Now now, no falling asleep on us! Don't wanna ruin the party, after all!"
Reaching over, he grabbed a bottle of vodka and unscrewed the cap, taking a drink himself before grinning and holding it upside down over the funnel. The strong alcohol drained through the tube and into the man's stomach, knowing it would eventually make him vomit when it mixed with the beer.
"Boys, go grab a BAC meter from upstairs, would ya?"
"Sure, boss."
Watching as the man left to retrieve the item requested, Joker leaned forward and laughed at the smell coming off of Roger.
"You'd probably piss pure spirits at this point, wouldn't ya Roggy?"
The henchman returned in a few minutes and handed his boss a black box with a mouthpiece attached, and a screen on one side. Placing the mouthpiece into Roger's mouth, he told him to blow. Being too far gone to do anything but comply, he breathed into the machine and Joker frowned at the reading.
"Only 0.25? We need to keep going!"
Tucking the meter into his pocket, he grinned and continued pouring vodka and tequila down the tube. He would recheck the man's BAC after every bottle, and finally, after one last one, it hit 0.45, a lethal number. Yanking the tube from his nose, getting a violent cough in response, he stepped back and stood with his arm around Harley's waist. The pair of them watched as the man slowly succumb to alcohol poisoning, and stopped breathing. Going through the bag the henchmen handed him that Roger had apparently had on him, they found both alcohol and money that the man had managed to steal before getting caught. Telling Johnny to put everything back where it went, and ordering a couple more henchmen to drop the man off behind a bar somewhere, he and Harley moved back upstairs to talk with Todd.
AN: SURPRISE! Chapter one of the sequel to Finally Home is here! I hope you all enjoy this one as much as you did Finally Home!