I deeply sighed too embarrassed to even look Griffin in the eyes. I'm so awful...sitting here sobbing like a little kid while Griffin is busy trying to deal with my pain! I grimaced as I finally mustered up the courage to look at his face. His face was smooth and his breathing was calm and steady. Huh? I lightly removed myself from his lap quietly looking at his face. Jeez, he's as tall as I am just sitting down. How tall is he? Nine feet or something? I snickered at his gentle face. I'll let him sleep for now.

A large commotion drew my eyes away from Griffin for a split second as I spied a clown dash between the shadows of an alley. My heart lurched as I immediately took after him. Joker...is he here? In town? My entire being was at war with itself. One side wanted to go right up to him and kiss him while the other half wanted to avoid him in its entirety; all the while a small raging part wanted to punch him in the face for forgetting me. I sucked down my fears. A quick peek...a quick peek is all I want. I...

I just want to see his smiling face.

I immediately came to a dead stop as I spied faceless clowns running amuck in the streets. W-What the heck -?! Each of them carried toys of all sorts from shiny to plush as many other ran about with boxes of candy and sweets. I staggered back, nearly overtaken by the mass swarm of goods passing about in the crowd. What in the heck -?! I reached out to a nearby clown making him stop short.

"E-Excuse me but what in the world is going on? Shouldn't you be preparing for a show?" I asked. There's so many of them here in town; aren't there any clowns left at the circus?

"S-Sorry miss! W-We need to hurry and appease Joker because of his state -!" He cried taking off into the unusually colorful crowd. Joker? State? Alarm shot through me as I hurried into the crowd battling to make my way through. Along the way I snatched hold of another clown, a young woman who looked like she was on the verge of wailing she was under so much stress.

"Miss, what happened to Joker?" It took every ounce of will power not to say my Joker. She looked up to me with a broken spirit as she swiped away nonexistent tears.

"J-Joker...our dear Joker has come under some terrible events! I was on the far edge of the circus when a plume of purple smoke came into view. I was so frightened and, when I beheld Joker's state, I nearly broke into tears -!" She cried as she hastily picked herself up hurrying off to the nearest toy store. T-Terrible state?! I sprinted through the streets and down the path. I don't care if he doesn't remember me; I don't. I...

I just want him to be safe.

I staggered to a messy stop as I beheld the chaotic mess of tents and colors. Faceless were all running back and forth all over the place struggling to find a place as fear was written all over their exaggerated movements. What's going on? Why are they all so freaked out? I hurried through the circus taking careful note to avoid the scrambling clowns. Every time I tried to talk with one they hastily shooed me away attending to whatever urgent business they had.

I jumped as the crack of a whip snapped my attention to the main tent. Joker -! I sucked in a wild breath as I dashed into the tent before being blindsided by an avalanche of toys.

"Whoa-!" I cried barely evading the crushing pile of plastic. W-What the heck? Shiny new tin soldiers and brightly painted trains were among the wreckage of thousands of other toys lying before my feet. Plush bunnies and stuffed animals laid in a heap literally being crushed under the weight of all the other toys. I gasped and ducked as a toy airplane flew right overhead nearly careening into the side of my skull. Many of the toys clicked and clacked to life as they danced, spun, flew, and did whatever other action mechanized toys did. Don't tell me that those clowns have collected so much just for -

CRACK.

An agonized squeal brought my attention back to the problem at hand. Is White whipping someone? I stumbled over a nearby monkey clapping the symbols and kicked the nuisance to the side as I peeked out behind a nearby pile. In the center of the ring was a clown groveling on the ground for mercy as a short boy with apple red and snapped his whip about. In his free hand he held out a hopping mechanical bird that continuously hopped about in the boy's hand.

"Look here now; you scratched my new toy!" He pouted with a sinister smile, waving the perfectly fine plaything in the clown's face.

"A-A thousand pardons! In my rush to deliver your toys this one fell out of the box -!" He sucked in a quick breath as the red head stepped on his hand, grinding it into the sand. That voice...and that face...WHITE?! H-How did he change into a kid?! I sucked in a deft gasp. Did that violet smoke change him into a kid or something?

"Ew...now I can't enjoy this," he miffed tossing the toy aside, "entertain me in its place." The body grinned as the clown leapt back. With a quick movement he flicked the whip down by the man's feet making him dance to avoid the deadly weapon.

"H-Hey wait a minute!" I cried catching White's hand. White froze and glanced over his shoulder with a sincere, disappointed pout.

"Why?" He said with contempt looking over me almost as if disgusted to even have me touch him.

"You're hurting him!" I reprimanded. He shook off my hand and came close to sneering but not quite.

"I'm playing with him. He hurt my toy so now he's taking the toy's place." He clarified rearing his whip back. I immediately snatched the handle and yanked back as hard as I could. His small, pliable body spun around from the force as his head snapped up, bewildered.

"Well, knock it off!" I harshly said. He tugged back on the weapon but I held firm knowing exactly where the end of it would land if he got it back. Those rather hateful, annoyed eyes...it wouldn't surprise me if he took a lunge at me and stabbed me right now.

"Why?" He said cutely tilting his head.

"You can't play with people like that." I harshly scolded trying to shake his grubby little hand from the handle.

"Why?"

"You could kill him!"

"So? He's just a faceless." White innocently clarified honestly puzzled at my fury. My rage sparked as I ripped the whip from his hands.

"Confiscated!" I growled tossing it off to the side. The faceless, seeing his opportunity, took off and vanished in a mad sea of colors outside the tent. White's eyes followed him out in an uncaring manner.

"Aw~ the little roach got away," he pouted before a malicious grin pulled his lips up, turning to me, "Will you play with me instead?" He slipped his hand into his jacket taking out a small velvet case. He flicked it open pulling out some of his favorite engraved throwing knives he took the pleasure of showing me one day while I explored his circus.

"Ah -!"

"Let's play tag. I'll be it first." He excitedly crowed as he pulled his arm back. His eyes danced like flames as he took deadly and précis aim. I yelped and sucked barely avoiding the spinning blade as it buried itself into a nearby pole. I lividly jumped up, eyes wide and nostrils flaring.

"What are you doing?!" I demanded, horrified as he pulled out another.

"Playing." He dangerously purred as he took the liberty of trying to land this next one in my chest. My leg buckled as I dipped beneath the blade again barely evading its grasp. He's got insane good aim! "My other toy ran off so I need a new one."

"Stop -!" I yelped as a knife skimmed my side. I sucked in hasty breaths and touched the light scratch. I'm not bleeding bad. That's good.

"Boo~ you need to keep dodging unless you want to die." He cutely crooned as he swept up threw at once. I ducked and growled between my teeth as two more cuts lightly sliced through the skin on my arms. I jumped back, nearly falling to the ground as I spied his third pinning my pant leg to the ground. White chuckled and skipped over to me with a genuine smile of pure entertainment on his lips. "Aw~ you couldn't dodge it. Now let's play the -,"

BAM!

"Ow-!" White stumbled back, holding his new headache as I retracted my fist. I gritted my teeth and ripped the knife out of the ground tossing it off to the side. I'm pissed -!

"You hit me -!" He wailed, more so startled than hurt.

"Of course I did you idiot! I come here to see you and then you go and try to kill me?!" I earnestly demanded pouring every bit of my fiery tongue into my anger as I could muster. White's face fell into a sickly sweet smile as his eyes flashed.

"Aw~ I see. You're interested in being my new toy; that's why you came back! I don't like desperate toys but I'll play with you for a bit if you want to so badly." White smiled as if pleased with his findings. I stood there in shock as he cutely smiled up to me. Toy...that's all I am to them. A toy. A fire kindled in my limbs as I restrained the urge to punch him again.

"I. Am. Not. A. TOY." I spat between clenched teeth unable to hold back my biting vehemence.

"Huh? Of course you are!" He cried joyfully. I snatched hold of his hand and knelt down on one knee as I tossed him over the leg, pulling the seven year olds pants down.

"Huh? Ah, so you like -,"

I harshly brought my hand down giving him what every spoiled brat deserves.

White quickly retreated after I sloppily pulled his clothes over his sore, blazing bright cherry red bottom, distancing himself from me. His eyes lined with tears as he gazed over me choking back sobs.

"W-W-Why did you h-h-h-hit me?!" He wailed rubbing the discomforted area profusely. My heart throbbed painfully as I beheld his tear streaked face. Every part of me yearned to comfort and make him smile but I regretfully held back; he needs to learn his lesson.

"That was a punishment White. It's something that you get when you do something bad. That wasn't very fun was it?" I asked crouching next to his trembling frame. He painfully bit his lip as a sense of betrayal flitted through his eyes.

"I thought you wanted to be my toy! Isn't that why you came back? Then why did you hit me?!" He bawled, clearly distraught beyond reason. I sighed and gave into my motherly instinct, wrapping my arms around his sobbing form.

"Look, I didn't come back to be your toy. I came back because...," my heart was literally wrenched in two as I struggled to spit out the word, "I love you; that's why I came back. I hit you because I love you." I summed up puzzled by my own words. Ah, that's a bad way to put it...

"Huh? But you said hurting people was bad; even faceless." he pulled back without a tear or even the slightest bit of remorse in his lovely smooth eyes and a knife in his other hand. My spine stiffened; was he going to stab me...?

"Ah, that was a bad way to put it," I said slipping the knife safely out of his hand, "I was teaching you a lesson; that's what you do to someone you love and wish the best for them. Beating people for a sense of enjoyment is wrong. No one will want to be around you if you do that."

"So you punished me because you love me?" He asked tilting his head slightly. I grimaced at his summary but could find no other words to properly explain it.

"In a way yes."

"So when you beat me...you are showing me that you love me?" He asked in a pondering voice, twirling the knife in his hands.

"Uh, in a twisted sense, yes." I agreed still unable to think of a better way to say it. Oh I hope he gets it at least...

We both jumped as a muffled screaming became more pronounced. Huh? Is that Black? I peered over the ground unable to locate his mask. Where is it? White reached into his jacket and pulled out a tightly covered mask with clothe wrapped all around it. Ah~ Black's going to be pissed...the second the fabric fell aside an explosion of cursing erupted with a vengeance as Black unleashed every insult he could think of. I giggled at some of his references; what about a bunny? I guess his insults improved with age.

"Calm down Joker. Don't you know she hit me because she loves me?" White purred as he faintly flushed with excitement.

"What the f*** is wrong with you Joker?! You're so f***ing messed up you f***tard! She needs to be punished!" I stiffened slightly. Me? Punished? Ah crap...

"Yes~ I suppose you are right, Joker." White hummed as the world around me shuttered. I remained calm with my arms folded as I crossly glared at Black who wavered into sight behind a set of bars. Oh you have got to be kidding me...

"You! I'm going to make you my b****-!" Black hissed tapping his whip against the bars. I slowly blinked as a lazy smile curled my lips up. Oh I can have some fun with this...

"You think so? In a dinky cage like this?" I asked looking at the bars. "Ah, you still haven't replaced these crappy things?" I must be in an older wing of the jail.

"Oh~ she's fun." White purred with a cute smile as Black's face turned red with anger.

"SHUT THE F*** UP!" He hissed kicking the bars. I snickered at his blow up.

"You're pretty cute when you're angry~," I teased unable to help myself. This is hilarious!

"What did you say dairy cow?!" He spat on the verge of breaking down the door and getting at me. I convulsed in laughter as I fell to the ground in a made fit of choking sobs.

"D-D-D-Dairy cow -! Bwahahahahahahahahhahhaa -!" I exploded unable to hold it back.

"Hey! Stop laughing at me!" Black hissed as his face flushed with embarrassment. "I-If you don't stop I'll beat you!" My raging laughter died down to rampant giggles. Oh my gosh...this is really too funny. My hand traveled up my throat over the smooth skin before my heart jerked. My eyes popped open as I gripped at the non existing choker around my neck. W-Where is it -?!

"Hey! Don't ignore me!" Black cried as I frantically dug through my pockets.

"Did you lose something?" White asked as his head tilted.

"Y-Yeah, my choker. It's got a picture of my twin brother in it." I explained as I dug through my pants finding only my picking tools.

"Good! I hope you never find it!" Black huffed as he stubbornly turned his head. Oh man...where could it be? Or maybe - I sucked in a quick breath. Could it be in that room?

"Hey, let me out will you?" I asked as I came a foot before the door.

"Ha! No! You're going to be a prisoner forever!" I smiled as a sad twinge pricked at my heart. Joker...you've had me trapped for a while.

"Really?" I asked sarcastically as I smirked, folding my arms. "Want to make a bet?" Both of their heads immediately snapped up eager to embrace the challenge.

"What kind of bet?" Joker asked as one. I grinned. Got him.

"If I can break out of this jail cell in five minutes you have to let me freely walk about your circus and jail for ten minutes before you throw me back in the cage." I offered.

"And if you lose?"

"I'll stay here and be a good prisoner foreigner." I teased reaching my hand out of the bars. "Deal?"

"Deal." They smirked as they played with the idea of me being stuck here forever, to which they would be free to torture me.

"Good." I smiled and pulled out my lock picks. They watched curiously as I maneuvered about the lock poking the tools in.

"Ha! You think you'll be able to get out doing something so -"

CLICK.

I pushed open the cell door quickly trotting off to the room. My choker...might be there. And, more importantly, so is my violin.

"HEY-!" Black screeched as his whip smacked against my leg. I jumped and fell flat on my face glaring at the brat. "You cheated!"

"You never said I couldn't use lock picks. Think a little more, you little snot." I sneered hurrying off to my room with a slight limp as blood dripped down my leg.

JOKER'S POV

That b****. She dares to insult me so freely? That dirt, which is no more fit to lick the s*** off my shoes, dares to trick me like that? Not only that but she was so brazen to spank and humiliate me. I've never seen a b*** so eager to get crushed before. Pay...I'm going to make her pay with her tears. I quickly ghosted her every movement as she traveled down the long hall.

I'm going to make that b**** cry and beg no matter what -!

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