~Harley~ "This week's crime map seems to be a little strange, Vicki." The fat man on my tv wheezed. Me and Mr. J were cuddled up on the couch, waiting to see if our latest joke made it onto the news. "I-I see what you mean, Thomas. D-does that spell J-Joker?" She stuttered. Mr. J Threw his head back and laughed. "That it does Vicki. Someone planned an elaborate series of crimes to spell out 'Joker' on our crime map." Mr. J stopped laughing immediately and pushed me off of him. He leaned forward to listen to the tv closely. "Around the 'R' area people are claiming to have seen a woman dressed like something from the circus." Mr. J slowly turned to me. His eyes locked on me and he just stared at me for a while. "Here's an interview with one of the witnesses." Vicki said as the screen transitioned to a short woman who spoke very . J's head snapped to the screen. "I saw her. Butshewasn'tHarleyQuinno. Shewaswearingpurple. HarleyQuintotesgunsoragianth ammerorwhatever. . Andherhairwaslongandblack-" He slammed his fist down on the remote, turning off the tv and breaking the glass table. He got up ignoring the glass in his hand and started pacing the length of the room. "I wanna know who the hell she thinks she is and i want her here. Alive." He growled at me.
~Ringleadeer~ It'd taken me months to plan and a week to carry out but I'd finally done it. I retreated back to my house to catch the news before i missed it. I fumbled with my keys and the lock in the dark for a while before i just decided to kick my own door in. The alarm blared causing my grey great dane, Jester, to go into attack mode. He charged at me, knocking me over, and sniffed me. Once he recognized me he wet my face with his tounge. I pushed him off of me and ran to my alarm system. I punched in the code and silence filled my home. Jester pawed at the broken lock on my door. It was a good thing i'd invested in the bolted lock on the inside of my door. I ran into my living room and turned on my tv to the news. "D-does that spell J-Joker?" Vicki Vale stuttered into her mic. I pumped my fists into the air and did a little celebration dance. "Here's an interview with one of the witnesses." Vicki said as the screen transitioned to a short woman who spoke very fast. "I saw her. Butshewasn'tHarleyQuinno. Shewaswearingpurple. HarleyQuintotesgunsoragianth ammerorwhatever. . Andherhairwaslongandblack. Iaskedherwhoshewas. ShetoldmehernamewasRingleade rbeforeshegotawayfromme." She continued. It wouldn't be long before the Joker got my calling. I had a preposition i knew he couldn't refuse.
~Ringleader~ Five days had gone by since the newscast and i still hadn't had even a clue if the Joker knew who i was. I thought he worked faster than this. I looked around often looking for any signs of him or Harley, or even one of his thugs. I never saw any sign until one day i was walking home from hitting a corner store with Jester. I took one step inside and a metal baseball by connected with the back of my head. I turned and came face-to-face with a Joker thug. His eyes widened at the sight of me not unconsious on the floor. Jester lowered his chest to the floor and a low growl escaped from his throat. I looked down at him. "Wait." i said looking back at the guy who was waving his bat at my dog. "Jester. Bring it." I said letting go of his leash. The man took off and tore down my street. Jester looked back at me for an okay to follow him. "Leave it." i instructed him bending down and stretching my arms to him. He padded happily over into my arms and wet my cheeks. "I guess they know where we are now." I asked scratching him behind his ears. He looked at the door then back at me sadly. "I think we might have too Jester." I stood up and walked into my room. I stuffed the small amount of clothes i did have into Jester's harness. I dropped it in the middle of the living room beside his bed "Get dressed," I said walking into the kitchen. I picked up the phone and punched in the oh so familiar number. It rang three times before her voice was projected through the speaker. "What?" She asked. "Hey, Pammy." I chirped. "What do you want Nae? Are you in trouble again?" Her voice was a little nicer. "Yeah. No. I mean i'm fine. Sort of." I tried. "Can i stay with you for a while?" I asked her. -She sighed. "Yes. But if your dog messes with my babies he might not live long." She warned. "If your plants mess with my baby they might not live long. And they'll be easier to kill." I retorted before hanging up. I went back into the living room to find Jester sitting paitently by the door. I put his leash on him and brought him outside. I had to tie him to the mailbox across the street to make sure he didn't follow me. I walked back into my house and pressed a button on my baton. The old orange gas leaked into the room and fell like an areosol. I walked back outside and lit a match on my front step. I looked across the street to Jester who wagged his tail and barked at me. "Eyes!" I yelled to him. He laid flat on his belly and put his paws over his eyes. I flicked the match into the house and ran to Jester's side. The explosion was big, but my baton privided us a blast shield big enough for both of us.
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