Her eyes widen in fear. "Please! No! I'm only a freshman in college!" Tears poured continuously down her face with each shaky sob she took.
"Now looky here Gotham," I said in my 'mob' accent. I looked directly into the camera, blocking my audience's view of the barely legal girl. "I will not stop doin what I do best unless the Joka is contained. I suggest, you uh, toughin up your police force quick or well you know…." I smirked.
"Please! NO!" the girl screamed louder and then, BANG, it was silent.
"Til next time," I saluted the camera and pressed the off button so that the live streaming stopped. "Good work Bugs," I smiled and turned to my friend, dropping the accent. She was shaking the ropes off of her shoulders. She stood from the chair and took the brown, curly wig off, revealing her straight, blonde hair. I untied the Italian mask from my head, and retied it around one of my belt loops.
I was ready to get out of my costume attire- black pants, white button up shirt(cuffs rolled to the elbows), a black, loose tie, a deep purple vest and a white pair of Nikes. Bugsy and Scooter dressed in the same fashion with different masks.
"Yea, so when we gunna get the next real victim. This is the third time I had to do this crap!" she ran her hand through her hair and we headed up the stairs to the main part of our warehouse.
"Meh, I dunno. Whenever I decided to make the next announcement," I smiled.
"Yea you better… Anyways, I'm headin to bed. Night Scarlet," Bugsy yawned and walked into her room.
"Nighty Night!" I called, just as she shut her door. I looked around and saw that my other good friend, Scooter, wasn't by me. He had been the one that fired the gun off for our little entertainment act. You see, even though it was just the three of us, that's all we needed to be the most notorious criminals in Gotham. We gave Scooter his name because he was always driving the getaway car since he was an ex street racer. "Scoooota!" I called into the darkness.
"Down here Boss!" his voice cracked and carried from our 'living room'. There was a low thud shortly after.
I walked slowly towards his voice. Something just wasn't right. I opened the door to see Scooter's body lying limply on the floor. I hurried to his side and checked his pulse. He was just knocked out. Suddenly, I heard that menacing laughter. I stood and turned to that man I loathed. I was so pissed, and I knew I wore my emotion on my face.
"Why so serious Doll?" he laughed again.
"I thought we went over this the last time we met- don't call me Doll!" I growled at him, my accent was back.
"Well, this is what the infamous Scarlet Rose really looks like, huh? Not too much to look at!" his insane laughter rang throughout the warehouse.
"God will you shut up?" I yelled exasperated. I pulled out my hand gun that I always kept securely held in my holster at my side. I fired three bullets into the Joker's chest. He stumbled back with each hit. He finally hit the wall and used it for support. Just as I thought he would slide down, he began laughing with his head still down. He picked his head up and unbuttoned his top four buttons to reveal a bullet proof vest. He began stalking towards me. My eyes widened for a split second, but I quickly composed myself. I aimed my gun for his head and pulled the trigger.
There was a distinct click allowing me to know I was out of bullets.
Shit.
He was closer now; his hand reached out for me. I pulled my arm back and hit him over the head with the gun. His head whipped to the side but that was all. He looked back at me, anger in his eyes, and cracked his neck. He stepped forward again. He reached for me one more time; but, instead of grabbing me, he started to shake violently. He dropped to the ground- and there was Bugsy with a taser in her hand.
"You're a life saver dawlin'!" I sighed and put a hand to my chest.
"I know," she smiled, "Now, let's get this guy to Arkham. He should have some fun there."
"Huh? What I miss?"Scooter slowly sat up and ran a hand through his curly black hair.
"C'mon Scoot! It's time to bring Funny Man here to the Asylum!" I smiled at him.
Scooter looked at the body and smirked. "Asshole," he spat then stood. He grabbed The Joker with ease and put him over his shoulder.
An hour later we had set a basket, with the Joker crammed in it (baby bonnet and all), on the front step of the Arkham Asylum. We watched from our deep red van as the door opened and the Joker was taken inside.
We laughed and drove away.
***
The next day I walked up to the front office desk of the Arkham Asylum. I was wearing a dark red, curly wig with blue contacts in my eyes. I had on a black pencil skirt and a white business blouse. I topped it all off with black clicking heels.
"Hallo, I am Doctor Emma Kaulitz. I came from the New York asylum. They want me to take a look at one of your clients," I kept a steady voice as I played off as a German psychiatrist.
"Sure thing. I'll need to see the file of the patient though," the secretary said. I handed her the file and her eyes widened. "Uh, are you sure you're here to see him?"
"Ja! That is what Doctor Arkham himself sent to my office," I acted annoyed.
"Uh, ok…" She handed me the file back and let me through the door.
"Heya Rosie! Where ya makin ya acquaintance to?" I heard the Riddler ask as I passed his cell.
"I go to the place where laughter comes cheap and rivalry comes quick," I smirked and continued my way to his cell. Since he was fairly new to the asylum, there were two guards outside his door. "Halo, I would like to go in and see my new client," I told them with the German accent.
They nodded, already gotten the message relayed to them via walkie talkie from the front desk. One of them opened the door and I stepped in. He looked up at me with bored eyes. He was sitting on his bed, twiddling his thumbs.
"Well doll I like the disguise. Ever think of dying your hair that color?" he smirked and leaned back against the wall. I grabbed a chair that was near the door.
"Hmm…no," I smirked and brought the chair closer to his bed. I had the 'mob' accent back.
"I can't believe that they bought that disguise," he muttered to himself, "but anyways, why are you-?"
"To have a little chat with you. I can get you out of here," I smirked larger.
"And the catch is…?"
"You get off the streets, let my people run this city like we should, and you work for me," I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms.
"What!?" he stood from his spot. "NO! I refuse! I'll die in this place if I have to-"
"Fine with me," I replied. I stood and began to walk to the door.
"Wait!" he called. I turned and faced him. "Fine, I'll do it."
"Ata boy!" I walked out of the room and back to the front desk.
Three weeks later the Joker was out of the Asylum and declared sane.