My mind blanked as he started talking. The Joker had told me to fall back asleep, but how could I? With that monster only a few steps away? I felt the Joker lift me into his arms, when the bus came to a halt. I heard murmurs and whispers, as I was carried off the bus and set in another car.
I peeked my eyes open, watching the Joker situate himself next to me, "Drive Bugsy." The Joker snapped coldly. I closed my eyes again, before I had a chance to see the man of my nightmares. The car bounced and jiggled as we made are way down the road. I drifted off along the way, so when we got there I was softly nudged awake.
The Joker helped me sit up, and led me out of the car. I flinched when I came eye to eye with Bugsy, but I turned my head away. The Joker caught my gaze, and his dark eyes hardened. He grabbed my hand and led me inside a house I had never seen. We were on the outskirts of town, surrounded by fields and hills. "Meet me in the living room, Bugsy." The Joker nearly growled, "I need to talk to Gina."
Bugsy didn't ask questions, just sent me a quick glare that made my blood run cold. I was pulled into another room, where a bed and a dresser resided. The Joker dropped my arm and paced around the room, his fingers going for his hair and his tongue darting to the edges of his mouth.
"I need you to tell me who did it." The Joker said softly. I looked away, but his hand grabbed my chin and pulled it back towards him, "Look, I know what, um, happened." He muttered, still looking directly at me, "I'm almost positive I know who did it." I tired to look away, but he moved back into my gaze. "Who did it?" His voice was demanding and powerful, I couldn't help but flinch.
What was wrong with me? He had already told me, my strength was why he kept me alive. Now I'm weak and pathetic, how long did I figure he'd keep me around. The hands dropped from my face, and the Joker sighed. I was boring him, he was getting tired, he would probably kill me soon. That's when he hugged me.
I stiffened slightly, the Joker was really hugging me. I melted into the embrace, fingering the collar of the nurse's dress he still wore. "Tell me." He murmured into my ear.
I sighed, nuzzling my head into his neck, "Bugsy." I whispered back, trying to keep back the tears, but I felt a few leak from my eyes, and disappear onto the Joker's painted neck.
"That's what I thought." He muttered. Pulling back and walking towards the dresser. In a hurry, he dug through and pulled out his usual purple suit and changed in front of me. I didn't blush and turn away, but stared in awe. He was built. I didn't think the Joker would have muscles, but he donned a six-pack and had biceps and forearms men wished they could build. He turned and saw me staring at him and smirked. He went to say something, as he buttoned his shirt, but shook his head and turned away.
Throwing open the bedroom door the Joker shouted, "Oh Bugsy!" His voice sounded cheerful and full of joy as I watched him skip over to the living room, where Bugsy was sitting on a fold-up chair. Bugsy made a move to stand, but before I could blink the Joker shot him in the foot. "Oh no, no, no, we can't have you going anywhere." The Joker chuckled, ignoring Bugsy's moans, as he ran around him, wrapping him with duct tape.
"Boss, I" SMACK! The Joker slapped a piece of tape over Bugsy's mouth before he could finish.
"Ah, ah, ah, this is not the talking part. This is the listening part. Got it?" The Joker was no longer singing, laughing, or skipping. All humor had left the clown and it was a very scary sight. Bugsy nodded fearfully. "Now, when you came to work for me, I told you a rule. Do you redeemer the rule?" Bugsy nodded repeatedly, "and what was that rule?" Bugsy shouted through the tape, but I couldn't understand what he said. "I said," The Joker emphasized, bringing out a blade and touching it to the mans cheek, "you touch her, I kill you."
The Joker turned to me, and beckoned me closer. When I got within his reach he pulled me to his side, "Does she fucking look untouched to you?" The Joker growled. Bugsy didn't make a peep, until the Joker stabbed the knife into his knee. As he pulled it out he continued talking, "Listen, Bugsy, you've been a great minion, done everything I've ever asked…until I got locked up for a night." He stabbed the other knee, Bugsy's muffled screams vibrating through the tape over his mouth. "Then you not only touch her, you break what is mine." The Joker ripped off the tape, and Bugsy held back his cries. However, the Joker stabbed his hand, causing him to scream out again. "Got anything to say for yourself?"
Bugsy looked up at us, and as if he had nothing to loose spat, "Fuck you and your whore." Unfortunately he had something to loose.
"I'm sorry you feel that way." The Joker grinned, pulling the knife out of his hand, Bugsy's eyes clouded with fear and pain. "You look nervous. Is it the scars?" The Joker crept closer, "Wanna know how I got them?" Bugsy tried to look away, but the Joker grabbed his face, "I had this girlfriend, and she was gorgeous," The Joker glanced at me, before turning back to Bugsy, "and I had this friend who was, untrustworthy and a fiend." He told, giving Bugsy a pointed look, "You see, I went out for a day, and when I get back I find my friend making my girlfriend do things. Hurting her, touching her, breaking her."
The Joker closed his eyes, before grinning and looking down at Bugsy again, "I freak out, throw my friend off her. You know what my friend says to me?" Bugsy didn't offer an answer, "He said 'Why so serious', and he caught me, held a knife to my face, 'Why don't we put a smile on that face', but the blade in my mouth, and," He stopped, this was the part he carved his victims face, and killed them. "You don't get it that easy, Bugsy, my friend." He smiled, only cutting only half an inch at each corner of the mouth. "No, you see, you get what my friend should have got."
Bugsy had blood dripping from his lips, and his eyes looking around widely. The Joker grinned, wagging the knife in the air. With a sudden jerk, the blade came down and hit the chair. It took me a second to realize that he had not only impaled the chair, but Bugsy's more manly parts. As Bugsy screamed in pain, the small cuts at the edge of his mouth ripped wider and wider, until Bugsy's cries became whimpers. Then the Joker pulled out the knife and did it again. The scream was less high-pitched this time, and his mouth ripped wider, as he bled profusely onto the floor. His cries died, and with one swift motion another knife lodged itself into Bugsy's neck.
The Joker turned to me, with a crazed kind of grin, but I wasn't scared. I inched towards him, until I was close enough to cling to him, "Thank you." I murmured.
"No one touches my things." The Joker grumbled, before hugging me back.