And next chapterrrrr. I hope you like the path I chose for this little scene… enjoy!
Kayla vaguely remembered the roads from her last little visit, she thought as she sat in the back of a small hotdog delivery truck, trying her hardest to ignore Joker's wicked grin. He looked very much like the cat that ate the canary. It was not long before her little group made it to what looked like a butcher's shop or a restaurant's kitchen, she would not have guessed this was in the back of the warehouse, of course she never really frequented abandoned buildings in the bad parts of town. The man was tied to a chair, a camera set up in front of him, ready to film. She immediately could see the difference between the him and the real Batman, this man was sniveling and pathetic, something in Kayla felt a bit bad for the poor guy, despite his foolishness of dressing as a guy with some dangerous enemies.
The man's eyes shot to the red headed woman who stood tall next to the Joker, her eyes were tired as she regarded him, "what do you want with me?"
"To teach Gotham a lesson," the Joker sneered at the chubby man behind a cheap rubber mask. He turned to Kayla, a wild grin on his face as he took the camera and without another word, started his film. This was how the girl would turn, she would join him or she'd die. After he cut the video feed, he turned to the girl, tossing the camera to a thug without looking to see if he caught it.
"What do you want, Joker?" Kayla used his name for once, already a bit on edge with the glint in his eyes.
"Your help," he grabbed her and spun her around, in a tipsy, macabre dance, a knife glistening in his other hand, "now, sweet little girl, you want to help Gotham? People like this want to spit on your hard work, hell this guy'd have killed you if he saw what I did in that alleyway."
Kayla frowned, was he trying to manipulate her? Something rang true though; this person was going around and shooting any criminal he came across, "So you want me to kill him?"
The Joker tsked as he waved the knife in front of her nose, "no, I want to kill him, you just get to help. I'm not going to let you have all the fun."
Kayla was startled when he put the knife in her hands, pulling out another from one of his many pockets. He lurched at the man who began to cry, the evil clown's eyes dark, sharp and intent on the chaos he was causing. She was almost reminded of a pig being slaughtered, with all the squealing… or maybe that was subliminal messaging from the carcasses strung up behind them. She watched in horror as he cut the man from beneath his nose, across about an inch before snickering and pulling away, he was toying with the man.
Kayla killed, she wasn't afraid or ashamed to admit it, but it was always clean, usually involving some sort of injection or poisoning. She looked to the expectant face of the Joker, her mind overworking as she tried to figure out why this was happening, missing the Joker approaching, putting the now bloodied knife against her own cheek, trailing it down to her throat before letting it press against her neck. She was acutely aware of her artery there, pulsing with her heartbeat. This man was dangerous, not only to her, but to everyone in Gotham, and perhaps the world. This was not good, no she would have to be smart, she would have to embrace his existence or she'd be the one in the chair, the one with the carved smile- not Gambol or this man.
"Now, ah, doll face, I want you to show this man who he put himself up against by wearing that cape," he couldn't help the satisfied grin when she stepped out of his grip and neared the man, knife hovering over him.
"Don't- please, you're a good woman, don't follow…" he was cut off when the beautiful woman grabbed his chin roughly.
"I am not following anybody. I know who to kill, I always have," she didn't know a sickly sweet smile spread across her face, light blue eyes cold and cruel, "call it a sixth sense, if you will. You are the follower, you killed yourself when you took that gun and called yourself Batman."
The man screamed as the girl discarded the knife and grabbed his hand, giving it a sharp twist and breaking several fingers, one at a time. Joker laughed as he watched her punch the man, breaking his nose and causing blood to start to pour out, this was so much better than he hoped.
"Maybe you should have thought more on who to follow. The worse they can do to me is jail, can you say the same about your enemies?" Her voice was calculated, smooth, and the complete opposite of Joker's, somehow she seemed just as dangerous.
Joker smirked as he put a hand on the girl's shoulder, signaling her to back away, "now, normally I would have you, ah, do something daring and dangerous to try and join my rank, but Kayla here took the last position."
The man glowered, "I would never join you." Kayla frowned when he spat at the Joker.
He didn't even flinch as the spit dripped down his face, "do you want to know how I got these scars?" That simple phrase started to etch itself in her mind as the words that cemented your fate. She didn't flinch as he ripped through the man's flesh, his cheeks flaying open and the man screamed, ripping them even more and causing him to bleed out.
Okay, so I was going to have Joker beat the crap out of Kayla, but I think that may happen later. Kayla will also just annihilate people pretty soon… I think she may turn into a Harley-esque character, but I hope to keep her original and less clingy seeming.