This is just something i had wandering around in my head for a while and decided to post it. There will be more to it and will have some romantic undertones at times, but I don't think that the Joker is one to really be touchy feely so it won't ever be over the top. anyways, enjoy!
Dirty blonde hair still tainted by fading green dye clung to the man's face. The steadily beating rain that had plastered it there dripped down, smearing the once pristine clown makeup. Perhaps it suited him better this way; white and black running together distorting facial features to the point that they almost became unrecognizable. Long scarred over gashes lay on both sides of his mouth, red as if they had been freshly sliced to create this macabre mask. His was a face that inspired fear.
The Joker paced back and forth, his stiff gate unable to hinder his slow yet purposeful steps. Sour breath escaped from cracked red lips as a gruesome smile unfurled on his face displaying a set of yellowing teeth.
"And what do we have here…?" his footsteps halted. He didn't need to hear the man's terrified sobs and pleadings to know the fear he could instill, but it was always so much fun to listen to. This man had good reason to fear for his life, this scum had thought he could fool him. Anyone stupid enough to think they could get away with crossing the Joker deserved to cower in an empty warehouse before him with no hope of survival. In reality the chains weren't necessary; they just made his games all the more fun.
"I…I didn't do nuthin" the man choked out blinking furiously, the sweat that had accumulated on his face beginning to run into his eyes. A frightening giggle escaped from the Joker and he shoved a knife that had been hidden away in his pocket just moments before into the other man's open mouth, stilling him instantly. It was beautiful in fact, the look of a man losing his last remaining hope. Too bad he didn't have the time to savor this one.
"His name is Gary Mannes, Boss" one of the two henchmen accompanying the Joker answered, not moving from his position next to the door. "He's the one that's been getting cozy with the cops."
The knife pressed against the corner of the man's mouth until bright red began to slide down the handle before the Joker removed it, letting the knife swing playfully in his hand as he stared down at Gary Mannes. "So…you, uh, worked for me didn't you?"
Gary's mouth opened and closed in rapid succession though no noise came out other than his wheezing breath. "There's one thing you should know if you're working for me," The Joker continued in a patronizing voice, as if he were speaking to a child. "I don't like it when my own men work for cops…" his knife forced Gary's chin up to keep the blade from slicing the delicate skin between the small area where his chin met his throat. "Not. One. Bit." The Joker reveled in the delightful tremors running through Mannes body. "So tell me, what exactly did you give away."
"Th-They wanted to know where I'd been meeting up with yous. They told me to talk. I didn't have no choice!" Manne answered, his voice rising in hysteria.
"So they're here now." The Joker rocked back on his feet and threw his hands in the air in mock exasperation.
"I had to! I didn't have no choice! Please, PLEASE don't wack me" his pleadings stopped short as the Joker dropped back down to eye level with him. Manne closed his eyes as he murmered a prayer, unable to see the Joker roll his in return.
"They always turn to God, don't they." With his hand curled firmly around the knife handle he quickly drew it across the other man's throat and turned back to face his men before the body hit the ground.
"You two don't happen to know where I can find some, uh, disposable labor do you?" The knife swirled playfully in the madman's grasp before it disappeared into the depths of the purple coat, "You see, I'm going to be needing a few…replacements". Two shots rang out and echoed off the walls as he finished his sentence, resulting with two more bodies crumpling the ground. The Joker tossed the weapon aside leisurely and cocked his head to the right, looking at the two bodies on the ground surrounded in growing puddles of blood like he was still expecting an answer. "I guess you don't." Hysterical laughter bounced off the hard walls and floor, echoing to create a chorus of crazed giggles. Without giving the mangled bodies a second glance The Joker exited through the door, humming a cheerful tune and shuffling his feet in a bizarre mockery of dance and straight out into the flashing lights and raised guns of the Police.
