Cat and Mouse 5
Joker's prov
'I hate her', I think to myself as I pace the floor of the mangers office in the steel mill, the only place in Arkham city that I have decided to call my 'home'. 'How could she be so stupid', I stop pacing and giggle to myself, what a stupid question, everyones knows she is.
My current dilemma though, is what I should do about her. My plan was to kill Penguin anyway, so what if I'm a littler early in the proceedings. On the other hand, I could always leave her, I'm pretty sure Penguin wont kill her, she'd be too valuable, what with knowing my plans and everything. The problem with that idea though, is that every time I think of leaving her in the grasp of that fat, disgusting piece of shit, I get this annoying feeling in the bottom of my stomach that wont go away and my chest becomes too tight like its hard to breath. I make a mental note to punch in the face later.
The other issue is that I haven't really got a plan, usually Harley sorts the guys out - giving them guns and training them, usual things - while I plan my heists. But since she's gone and got herself kidnapped its up to me to make sure this place doesn't go to blinking blue blazers, leaving little time for battle strategies. And since Penguin blew up the main bridge, I'm at a loss for how to get into that museum of his. It's basically a fortress, but I always enjoy a challenge. So far all I can think of it how I'm going to poke out his eyes, maybe cut off his tongue - I have him labeled as a squealer, oh and maybe get Harley back. The tightening sensation returns as I think of the last time I saw her. I punch the wall and return to concentrating on how to get across the amusement mile, park row and the bowery without rousing too much suspicion. Obviously that's not my style, but Strange will only dish out so many weapons and its no secret that Penguin has all sorts of military crap.
My agitation starts to get to me and my desire to break someones nose makes my right hand start to shake. I waltz out of the office and down into the loading bay, humming 'twinkle twinkle'. As I push open the door, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting loser on the other side I catch part of the conversation the guys were having.
"yeh, Mike said he saw him too".
"What's he doing round the sewers?"
I stop. A thought has just occurred to me. I bounce in, a large smile on my face. "Boys, a little help".
A map of the sewers is spread out across my desk. It's pretty damn lucky theres some nobody in this place who knows about the sewer system - apparently it links the amusement mile to the subway system, which goes all the way to the bowery, where the museum is. Of course I had to shoot him afterwards, cant have loose ends running around after all. It's at this point the feeling in my chest is at its worst, Harley and I would have enjoyed messing with the rat before we killed him. It's always fun to let them think they'll live before shooting them, but somehow it wasn't the same without those high pitched vocals giggling in my ear as I slice up his face.
I sigh as the blood pours out of his mouth and eyes and drips onto the floor. It's not like I enjoy constantly being caressed, but a guy gets used to certain things. Then it hits me. My plan finally comes together in a whirlwind of ideas and hunches. 'How ironic', I think to myself, 'that Harley is most helpful when she isn't here'. I straighten my purple suite, its immaculate as always and open the windows that overlook the loading bay.
"Get your coats boys", I shout to the crowd below. "We've got some entertaining to do". I take a bow as they cheer for me. "Now listen, in case you haven't heard, tweety pie has made his first move by coming into my territory. So it's only fair we repay the favor!" I begin to laugh, this is going to be so much fun! "I want everyone in that sewer in the next fifteen minutes clearing out the subway. If you even smell a penguin shoot them to hell."
I turn back to the office when I hear at murmur "So he does love her".
Oh, big mistake pal.
I turn back around, my smiler growing wider as I address this piece of shit. "What did you say pumpkin?" The man stares at me. I don't recognize him, probably new. He remains silent. "You see, cupcake, Penguin has Harley and Harley knows our secrets. Do I have to spell it out for you what will happen if she lets them slip?" "No...No...No...sir...I'm sorry sir...I didn't mean.." I shot him in the eye before he can finish. Love her indeed, what kind of floozy do they take me for!
"Get ready", I tell them, not bothering to keep the distain out of my voice, they know the rules and don't comment further.
It's bloody freezing out here. My guys have cleared the tunnels and done a fine job if I do say so myself. Any of Penguin's guys are dead and Two - Face is too Pussy to face me. Riddles just wouldn't dare, so it'll be a nice walk in the park from here to there. I have plenty of bombs for diversions and the outfits of Penguin's thugs will provide nice little covers for my guys.
The sewer still smells though. I watch where I walk, it would be rude to face bird brain with shit all over my new shoes and I don't do bad etiquette; I even have a new flower in my pocket just for the occasion, but my old switch blade is just inside my pocket. I smile to myself - a personal touch never did anyone any harm. And then the laughter comes, it starts as a giggle in my chest before morphing into manic hysterics. My crew don't dare look, they keep their heads down and fall silent as my laughter fills the dark tunnels, probably wondering or fearing what exactly has made the Joker so happy.