The gun shot rang out across the empty parking complex, echoing it's way into the ears of everyone there. Everyone stopped. All movement completely ceased. The look on Tommy's face was fear. He had tried to pull his poorly hidden gun out before his opportunity had passed but in the process the trigger had been pulled accidentally. Tommy's crew knew it was over. There was no way out of this shit storm. The thoughts of what was about to happen to them ran threw their heads in slow motion. They knew all the stories were true. Every single, horrible thing anyone had every heard was all true.

No one, not even you, bother pulling out their guns. There was no point. It was only Tommy and the three guys he has brought with him. They stood no chance against The Joker and his crew. You were part of that crew. Something you were proud of: to be a member The Joker's loyal enter circle.

The boss still had his back turned to Tommy. The meeting had ended, so he was walking back to his Lamborghini. He made no afford to run or duck after hearing the gun shot. In truth, he had smiled. He lived for chaos.

Tommy had already raised his hands and put his head down. As if he was asking for mercy.

"Tommy, Tommy. Tom-MAS. Tom. Tommy Boy." The boss said in the most flamboyant manner.

Squatting down in front of Tommy, he continued "You missed me."

Running his hands threw Tommy's hair roughly and grabbed his face with both hands, bring tommy eye to eye with him.

"You. Missed. me." He flashed his silver grin. "Did ya mean to miss me? Do ya need another try?" He reached around and grabbed the gun Tommy had tried to use.

"Here," handing him the gun. Tommy made no afford to take the gun. "I'll give ya one shot."

"Look J-" Tommy's words were interrupted by J grabbing his hand and placing the gun into it. Tommy still did nothing. Without hesitation J guided Tommy's hand so that Tommy was now pointing the gun a the boss's chest.

"Do it. Do it...Come on, do it, Tommy." He was begging.

Tommy slowly started to shake his head no. His face looked as if he was crying but there were no tears. The gun was shaking in his hand, in fact, tommy's whole body was shaking. After a few seconds Tommy slowly let the gun drop.

"No then? Don't have the balls my boy?" J said taunting him.

Without warning J lunged forward so hard that he knocked Tommy back into the pavement causing him to hit his head. The gun was knocked out of his hand and slid toward you. You stopped it with your foot.

J was on top, straddling Tommy as he began to strangle him. Tommy was dazed from hitting his head but still grabbed at J's hands. The more he struggled, the harder J choked him. As normal the boss remained calm, almost peaceful, never showing he was slowly squeezing the life out of a man. The last tiny gasp of air out of Tommy caused J to lean in closer. His grip on the neck lasted longer than necessary. With a quick peck on Tommy's cheek, J released his grip, then sit up and threw his arms into the air like he was thanking an audience for the performance he had just given.

A small flick of the boss's finger was your cue, picking up the gun from under your foot. It only took three shots. And the rest of Tommy's crew, with their heads half blown off, hit the ground.

"HA...HA...HA." J's laugh was iconic. It was his way of saying he approved.

Walking off of the elevator you could here their conversation. You had been held up dealing with the fact that someone had called the cops about the parking complex shooting. As normal when a cop showed up that wasn't on The Joker's payroll, they were offered a chance to overlook things and join the team. Or face a bullet.

"What's the plan boss?" A henchmen asked.

"Tommy didn't plan that on his own, J. You know they put him up to it." Another one chimed in.

You looked around the room before entering. J was making himself a drink. Something he always did. Trust issues you thought to yourself.

"He was, lubed up and sent out to do someone else's fucking." J said while giving a slight thrust of his hips. "You could say, He busted his load too early."

There was chuckling from everyone. It even put a smile on your face as you walked into join the meeting. You could have easily walked in, marched yourself to the front of the room and have any of your fellow crew member get up and offer you their chair. But that wasn't your style. Instead you snuck in and stood in the very back.

You were second in command to The Joker, the Clown Prince of Crime. Nothing had ever actually been discussed between you and the boss to make it official. Therefore you never crossed any lines, no matter how much power you knew you had, you were very humble. Regardless of this, it was very clear to everyone; you were it, the person who held all the cards when the boss wasn't around. So, naturally people talked how you came to gain The Joker's respect.

There were rumors that you had known the boss before he became who he was now. The story went...the two of you had gotten your start in the same shitty street gang as teenagers. Years later the gang was split up and each of you became members of two different opposing crime families. While with these families, both, you and J rose to the top. Becoming major players for each crime boss. But what these crime families didn't know was a plan, that had been set-up years prior, was beginning to come full circle. As J slowly took over the criminal enterprise of the strongest crime family in the city, you were slowly causing an internal conflict with their rival crime family; Setting into motion the events that would allow for the Clown Prince to claim his crown.

Of course, rumors are rumors...