"C'mon Mistah J! We're gonna be late for the big ceremony!" Harley exclaimed jumping with excitement.
"Oh this is no ceremony of any sort no no no, we are gonna go pay a visit to an old friend of mine haheh," Laughed the Joker.
"Who's that Mistah J?"
"Her name… is Cynthia Spiner, she's a, a bank teller, *tisk* *tisk* poor girl, wrong place, wrong time." The Joker told Harley in a sympathetic voice.
"Well, you're not gonna hurt her are ya?" Harley said anxiously.
The Joker was cruising on a newly paved street with Harley making their way to Cynthia's home. They both wore a purple boiler suit and a pallid ear loop face masks with Harley's lip stick making a crimson smile on the mask. Harley had her blonde hair up in one ponytail behind her head, wearing a green fedora and black lensed aviators. They pulled up to the curb of a stunning modern home.
"Wow, look at that crib Harley, she sure is living well." Joker looked at Harley pointing at the house.
"So Mistah J, what's the plan?"
"Oh simple, simple… We're gonna go up to her door blast it down and talk with her like human beings about what happened at the bank that, you know, that one night. That night… you know what I'm talking about Harley." Joker reminded Harley impatiently.
"Oooohhh, that night, I remember hehe." Harley giggled.
"Okie dokie Mistah J, let's do it! Let's go talk to that Cynthia!" hollered Harley with Joy.
The Joker walked to the back of the van and opened up the back doors and pulled out two shotguns and threw one to Harley. Harley cocked the gun and snickered. The duo stomped up to the doorstep of Cynthia Spiner and Joker knocked on the door indomitably and then waited stalled on the welcome mat, side by side with emerald shotguns hidden behind their backs. A man opened the door and took one look at the clownish get up of the couple and started to slam the door when Joker pulls the shotgun from behind his back and cocked it and shot it so quick and agile that the door shattered . The suited man was sprawled across the ground with five small red flesh wounds scattered across his chest. Blood flew across the wall and sprayed the painting and lamp by the front door. "Well that son-of-a-bitch had some thick blood," Joker cackled while wiping the blood off his forehead.
"Holy moley Mistah J, that could have gone better don't yah think?" Harley scolded.
"I absolutely disagree!" The Joker replied raising his eyebrows feeling accused.
They stepped into the house and slowly made their way down the hall. "You go that way and I'll go this way." The Joker said to Harley pointing down the other side of the house.
"If you find her, come tell me alright?" The Joker said in a quiet voice.
Harley stealthily crept into the kitchen; the light was on and bright, shining of all the white and sapphire tiles in the room. "Oh my… What a beautiful place, I'd hate to get blood everywhere," Harley said while taking a long knife from the knife block. She slid her finger against the blade, feeling the razored end of the tool. Joker heard some singing in the distance, perhaps coming from the bathroom.
"Hmmmm, it's a female, definitely her. C'mon Harley," The Joker quietly yelled over to Harley, who hadn't got far.
TO BE CONTINUED...