This man had a particular skill in finding someone quietly, without any worry of getting the heat on you. That is if you had the right price. It seemed that was how it works in Gotham
For the right price, and if you knew the right people, you could get whatever you wanted. The mans cell went off. Yea He answered. I need your help finding someone Twoface said.
I only do business with thoughs who can afford it. the man said. I have more then enough to do business, don t you worry about that. Twoface said.
Good, who do you need found? the man said. I need to know the whereabouts of Salvatore Maroni Twoface told him. You gonna kill him? the man questioned. Maybe I will, and maybe he ll be lucky
Twoface told him. Good enough for me The man said. So When will I be able to come knockin at his door? Twoface asked. I ll be able to find him with in a few days I ll give you a call when I do. the man told him.
I look forward to hearing from you soon. Two face told him, and with that the line went dead. Twoface was hoping he wasn t making another mistake. It was still late into the evening, and wouldn t be light for a few more hours.
On the other side of town, in a darkened penthouse, a stressed female was sleeping anything but peacefully. Her mind was plagued with laughter. His laughter. All was dark, She knew were she was, she was back in the asylum.
The only difference was that she was the one who was chained up, and the joker was the one who was interviewing her. His laughter was terrifying. It filled her heart with dread, but at the same time she found that she longed for it.
There was something about the joker that made her feel as if she was alive. She needed him, as much as he needed her. The Joker held up a mirror to her face when she looked inside, she was horrified at what she saw her beautiful face was scarred, and deformed into a hideous smile. Hello Harley the Joker said.
She woke up in a cold sweat. She touched her face and was relieved to find no scars. It was only a dream she sighed. She looked at the clock. 4:05 not time to go to work she sighed and tried to go back to bed but couldn t.
Try and try as she might, her mind wouldn t allow her to. She took a shower, got dressed. Put a English muffin into the toaster, added some peanut butter to it, and called that her breakfast.
She drank cup, after cup, after cup of coffee. Her mind was racing with so many things, things she didn t want to remember. She used this time to right a letter to her mom. She grabbed a pen and paper and started writing
Dear mom, hello its Harleen. Well everything is going great, I love my job, and think I am making great progress. don t worry about me I am happy being single. I know it may be hard to believe, but I really feel like I can accomplish anything. -Love always H.
She Looked at the clock. 6:13. Damn, still too early she had to get out of the house. Maybe she could head in early, and see the joker ahead of time. What was happening to her?
what s wrong with me? she thought. Why was she so desperate to see the joker? I must be going out of my mind she said to herself. She got her keys off the table, started her car, and headed to the asylum.
She pulled into the driveway of Arkham Asylum. She pulled into her parking space, got out and headed inside. Oh good morning Harley my! You re here early Judie said.
Good morning Judie, yes I wanted to come in for an early interview. She told Judie. Alright be safe Harley Judie said. I will Harley reassured Judie. Harley walked through the hallway, to the Psych ward she walked past all the cells and stopped at 441979...the jokers cell.
The two guards saw her. An early interview? he asked. Yes I am she said. Alright here you go Ma am. he said. He swiped his key card into the keypad unlocking the doors.
She stepped inside, and was surprised at the brightness of the lights in the cell. She squinted trying to find the joker she saw in inside a straight jacket. Well hello beautiful . he said.