Sorry it took longer than expected for the update. I've been out and about, so I apologize ahead of time if I don't update as much as I did before.

These clowns seemed to understand what had happened to the assholes before them. They remained quiet, and didn't even make eye contact with me. I kind of enjoyed that, but wanted to mess with them a little.

I pulled out my new switchblade, admiring it. "Y'know, I've always wanted a really good knife…and now I have one…" I said as I eyed the clown sitting in front of me, riding shotgun. I traced the blade along the back of the chair, pressing hard enough for the tip to poke his back. He started to shift around nervously in his seat.

"I'd love to hear someone scream as I stab em…watching them squirm…It's going to be fantastic. I can't wait!" I poked the knife a bit farther, as he shifted more. No doubt it was starting to hurt. I heard him swallow, expecting the worst. I reached out, my arm around his neck, poking the blade in just a bit farther. I could feel him tremble as I tightened my grip…and just let go, erupting in laughter. "I was just fucking with you. You could have taken it better, done some more squirming or something."

Joker fiddled with his suit since we were close. Apparently he was filled to the brim with grenades. AWESOME. "Don't worry beautiful, I'll do all the talking. All you have to do is watch and learn." Our van had stopped, and the clowns were going to wait for us. If things didn't work out in our favor and we didn't come back, they were ordered to crash the van into the building. It too, was rigged to blow sky high.

We were very unexpected, as always, and I got to have some fun slicing some Maroni cronies. That rhymed, ahahahahaa. Moving on. We went up a few floors, so it was a pretty boring routine. Go up stairs, kill a few guys, go up more stairs, kill some more guys. The knife was amazing. It went through flesh so easy, it was pure bliss sneaking up on those bastards and slicing them open.

I did have quite a bit of fun with one of them. I could tell he was one of those smug cocky bastards just by looking at him. Fancy leather jacket, expensive Rolex watch, plenty of unnecessary jewelry. I was too quick for him, and it wasn't long before I had thrown his gun aside, and pinned him to the wall by impaling his shoulders in to the wall with those iron rods used for hanging curtains. He was trembling in pain, too afraid to even look me in the eye. "So, let me guess…" I said as I heard the familiar gshh-sllck sound of slit throats from behind me, "you'd do anything for money wouldn't you? Of course you would. Anything for a quick buck. As long as you get a pretty penny you don't care. I'm sure you're the type to screw over anyone and everyone you work with just for that extra share." Blood was trailing at the floor around his feet. I had been adding to his pain, slicing him with every sentence. Never enough to kill him yet, just enough to make the pain unbearable. The Joker had finished off everyone else, and was watching me with great admiration

"So, anything for money you worthless maggot. You don't understand a thing. Money. Means. Nothing. Bodies burn, flags burn, money burns. Everything burns. It all means nothing. And yet, here you are, willing to do anything for some quick cash. I bet you didn't expect to die for that money you crave." Having said that, I sliced him deep in the gut, as it spilled its contents onto the floor.

Joker just stood in awe and clapped.

Each floor ended up the same as the last: dead bodies and blood.

As we entered the Maroni's meeting room, Joker let out a deep laugh. I chose not to join in because he was the master and I was the student….and he sounded really sexy. Sexy in that crazy "I might kill you or maybe I'll kiss you" way. Well, I thought so, at least.

As soon as they caught sight of who they were dealing with, the mobsters instantly erupted in a fury. They wanted him(us?) dead.

"Ah ah ah. How about a magic trick? I'm going to make this pencil…" Joker pulled a pencil from his pocket and slammed it into the table, "disappear."

The idea of shenanigans over business sent one of them over the edge, and he charged towards the Joker. In one fell swoop, Joker grabbed him; using the man's momentum to instantly slam him down, Joker jammed the pencil through his eye socket and tossed him to the floor, with a loud "TA-DAA!"

I must admit, the man certainly knows how to get attention.

This silenced everyone, including…an asian man in a TV?

Joker took a seat at the head of the table, and pulled me down to sit in his lap, his arm curled around my waist. I just sat and listened. He spoke of how last year they were fearless and how killing Batman would make everything right as rain again. They called him crazy. He's not crazy, neither am I. If you think about it, the world is the crazy thing, not us…long story.

He continued on, saying that the asian dude living in the TV would squeal and they would all be screwed, causing the TV screen to go blank. I guess he knew the Joker was right. I wasn't really listening, I was too busy focusing on the fact that Joker was showing some affection, until someone got a little fed up, offering a price for Joker dead or alive.

He instantly stood up, arm still around my waist. His hand revealed a string..attached to a shit ton of grenades in his jacket. "Don't want to blow things out of proportion now do we?" he sneered, lightly tugging at the string, showing he meant business.

He walked backwards towards the door, dragging me with him. The Maronis did nothing and let us leave.

"You really did plan on blowing us up didn't you?" I asked. He scoffed. "You should know by now, sugar. I don't plan things. I just do things. But I would have blown us all sky high."

We were on the second floor of the building when a growl echoed through the room. My stomach was more than growling, it was screaming. I hadn't eaten anything in about two days, maybe three, I wasn't really sure how long I'd been knocked out.

"Ohoho, someone's a little hungry. Your stomach sounds like a wolf!" Joker said as my growl echoed down the hallway. He laughed it off then howled as best he could, which made him laugh more. "Don't worry now sweetness. We'll have all the food you want when we get back home, which we're really gonna need over the next few days, yup."

We were booking it out the door now, hopping in to our getaway van. As we settled in the back seat, I resumed our conversation. "Why, what are we going to do?"

He laughed more as we sped home. "I'm not sure what we're going to do. But we will.." his voice returned down into that deep growl, "KILL the Batman."