AN/: I'm sorry for two reasons. Number 1- that it took me so long to update. Number 2- if the joker might seem a little out OOC.

Chapter 2: Beast

" Why so serious?" The Joker asked a man in a fancy business suit " I'm just trying to have a little fun-n. Get a little piece of in-for-ma-tion."

" W-What do you want from m-me?" the business man asked frightened beyond belief.

" What do I want-t?" the Joker grinned, tapping his finger to his chin " What-t do I want-t? Well, there's a lot a thing I want. I want world…chaos. I want the world laughing , like me. A little song, little dance. Batman's head on a lance. My girl back.. too bad you can't-t bring-ah people back-ah from the dead!"

The Joker laughed madly " But, long story short….."

The Joker spun around on his heel and walk forward towards one of his men. He looked at the man then spun back around. He threw his head back and cackled manically. He fumbled in pockets for something. He pulled out what he was looking for and grinned with a deranged look in his cold blackish eyes at the man tied in the chair.

" I want-t…to know-ah…Where. Is. Batman?!?!?!" He shouted ,throwing his knife against the wall. The knife flew past the man's ear, barley slicing the flesh on his earlobe. " Are you-ah going to…corporate? "

" I don't know where he is!" The man yelled, for a moment feeling brave" The Batman keeps freaks like you in Arkham!"

The Joker shook his head " Now, now. No yelling at your captor. That's a good way to get yourself killed."

" Boss." The Joker spun around to look at the intruder " Got some news about the whereabouts of Dent."

The Joker smiled widely " Harvey, Harvey, Harvey Dent. Time for you to pay your uh,……What rhythms with Dent?"

The hostage shook his head, frightened at what might happen to him if he answered. The Joker looked at the henchman, as the henchman stepped forward.

" Um……..Bent?" His henchman said " Rent?"

" Harvey, Harvey, Harvey Dent. Time for you to pay your rent." Joker smiled " I like it! I like it! I really do! Makes no sense though… But what does these days?"

The Joker turned around to face his hostage " Now what to do with you-ah?"

-Inside Joker's Van;15 minutes later-

The Joker wiped blood off his knife on to a clean handkerchief, staining the material " So, boys, whacha got for me?"

" Wayne's throwing himself a charity ball. I reckon' Dent will be there" His Henchman replied.

" Ah! A ball!" The Joker giggled " I need a brand new dress. Maybe a nice peach color would do fine-ah?"

His henchmen raised an eyebrow at him. The Joker pulled his knife out of his sleeve " Sarcasm? Ya know remarks that mean the opposite of what they seem to say and are intended to mock or deride….Just laugh."

His henchmen laughed nervously. The Joker smiled and put the knife back into his sleeve. After ten minutes of reckless driving, the van halted to a stop.

" Hey, boss. We're here." the driver said.

The Joker stepped out of the van and waved it away. After the vehicle was fully out of sight, he spun on his heel and looked up. The house in front of him was old, Victorian-styled and had vines growing outside. The window shutter's were hanging loosely on their hinges. The elaborate, metal, castle-like door was rusted slightly.

" Ah! Home sweet home!" The Joker sighed.

He walk up the old brick steps to the house. As soon as he unlocked the door, the scent of gunpowder filled his nose. He let out a exaggerated sigh as he stepped over pieces of drywall that had , more then likely , fallen off the ceiling while he was gone. The fireplace was crumbling slightly, with firewood still inside. The rug on the hardwood floor was torn and had a red stain on the left-hand upper corner.

The Joker sighed " Wow, you have-ah really let the place go-ah. Maybe I should clean…..Nah! Looks-ah so much better this way, anyway-ah."

The Joker went up the winding wooden staircase slowly taking in his surroundings. He made it to the top and opened a large set of double doors. The color beige came into view and another fireplace with it. The room was filled with old, dusty books. The Joker ran his gloved finger along the spines of the books, stopping at one in particular.

" Ah! My yearbook!" The Joker pretend to wipe a tear from his eye " The memories…Now lets see. Fifth grade, Mrs. Hand's class….There you are."

The Joker looked down at the somewhat faded picture. There sat a little boy with messy dirty blonde hair and big brown eyes. The boy was sitting on a carousal with his hands up in the air. It had been a field trip to the Gotham City Zoo and it would be his first visit to a zoo ever. He was laughing as the teacher took the picture.

Next to him was a girl. She was smiling as she looked up at the boy with her big blue doe eyes. Her blonde hair was down and is fell down her back gracefully. She had purple-gray glasses and a green sundress. Her arm was slug over the other boy's shoulder. She had always told him ' One day , Jack, I'll take you to a zoo in England.', always.

" I did this for you……" The Joker laughed as he looked around the house " I made this… for you , Ace. All this…was for you."

He stood up " I told you….I told you I'd find you again. I'd told you I would marry you someday." The Joker growled as he throw the yearbook on the ground " But you had to die-ah on me, didn't cha?!?!"

The Joker threw his head back and cackled. He abruptly stopped and picked the tattered book back up. Taking his knife in his hand, he cut out the picture of him and Acelynn. He smiled at the picture but the smile quickly turned into a semi-frown. He shoved the picture in his pocket and threw the yearbook into the fireplace.

The Joker pulled a walkie-talkie out of his pocket " Okie-Dokie! I'm ready to uh, leave-ah now. Bring the van up front."

The Joker walked back down the stairs and opened the front door. By the time he was done locking it, the black van had already pulled in front of the curb. The door flew open and the Joker cringed. Harley Quinn, his 'henchwoman' , came skipping towards him. She threw her arm around his neck and giggled.

" Oh, puddin'! This house is gorgeous!" she shrieked.

" Haarrlleey…" he growled. She looked up at him, smiling " GET OFF OF ME!"

Harley jumped at his raised voice and quickly released him from her grasp " Sorry puddin'."

The Joker sighed at the girl. He climbed into the back of the van and plopped down on the worn out seat. Harley sat next to Joker and sighed. The Joker looked at her in the corner of his eye. She looked up at him and smiled flirtatiously.

" What is it you need, Quinn?" The Joker asked angrily.

" Am I going to the ball, puddin'? " Harley asked sweetly.

The Joker grinned " Of course you can, Harl!"

" Really?!?!?!?" Harley squealed.

"No….." The Joker replied turning his attention towards the road. The other henchmen snickered at his cruelty towards the girl.

" Then what will I do?" Harley asked, her black bottom lip quivering.

" Prepare the guest chambers in case we received any." The Joker said nonchalantly.

" A-Alright, puddin'. Whatever you wish!" Harley replied, her chirpiness fully returned.

The van came to a screeching halt outside an old fish factory. Without waiting for the others to get out of the vehicle, the Joker crawled over the three clowns between him and the door. Once out of the van, he strode towards the doors and violently swung them open. He skipped up the stairs and skidded to a stop at one door in particular.

Giggling slightly, he swung the door open violently making the men in the room jump in their chairs.

" Evening-nah gentlemen….."