Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Livy and her adoptive mother! That includes the fact that i don't own Advil.
Enjoy this chapter. Joker's creepy.
L.L.A.P
~Laces
Chpt.10
Livy had no idea what was going on. One moment she was spinning Damian on the merry-go-round and the next, she felt someone cover her mouth, pull her away, and throw her I a truck. Once in the truck, she looked around frantically.
There was a burly man sitting in the seat next to her, and she figured he was the one who took her. He was dressed head to toe in black except for a clown mask, and same went for the driver.
"Why'd you take me away!" she exclaimed to the man next to her, but he stayed silent.
"Who are you?" she questioned, but the man stayed silent.
"can you talk?"
"…"
"Oh. Sorry if you can't."
"…"
"What's your favorite color?"
"…"
"Oh right. You can't talk. Nod your head yes and no. alright?"
"…"
"Do you like Red?"
"…"
"I'll take that as a no. what about Green?"
"…"
"Blue?"
"…"
"Orange?"
"…"
"Yellow?"
"…"
"Purple?"
"…"
"Pink?"
"…" Livy sat there, perplexed.
"Are you deaf too?" she inquired.
"…"
"I'm sorry. Wow, that must be terrible if you can't speak or hear."
"…"
"Are you blind too?"
"Jackson, shut her up!" exclaimed the car driver in a frustrated voice.
"Boss says he doesn't want her hurt." debated the man next to Livy. "Hey, I thought you couldn't talk." Livy stated, crossing her arms.
"Don't attack her just make her be quiet, she's giving me a headache." replied the driver.
"My Mommy takes stuff called Advil if she gets a headache. If you have one, you should take some too." Livy informed the driver, and before he could say anything, she quickly added, "and what's your favorite color?"
"Grey." he answered shortly, rubbing his forehead.
"Grey? Grey sounds like boring. I like yellow 'cause yellow makes me think of happy." she smiled.
"You won't be so happy if you keep talking." the driver threatened. Livy just looked at him confused.
"But talking makes me happy." The man next to Livy just snickered at her remark.
"Why are you guys wearing clown masks?"
"Because of our boss." he answered, more willing to talk then before.
"Who's your boss?"
"You'll find out in a second." snapped the driver as the car pulled up to a warehouse.
The man next to Livy roughly grabbed her wrist, and pulled her out of the car and into the building. The Building was dark and there wasn't much furniture. The place seemed abandoned. However there was a man with green hair and a purple jacket sitting on a chair, typing away on a lap top. He was known to the world as the Joker. Everyone knew about him. Everyone except Livy that is.
"She's right here boss." The man holding Livy stated, getting Joker's attention.
"Thank you. You can leave now." he smiled, and the man left. Livy felt terrified. The man looked almost identical to the clown in her nightmare. But she swallowed her fear, and it was replaced with curiosity.
"who are you?" she questioned with puzzlement on her face.
"Just a clown." the man smiled. Livy slightly frowned.
"You're a really creepy looking clown." she informed, but then questioned, "What's your favorite color?" Joker smiled broadly,
"Purple." he answered.
"I like yellow cause it makes me think of happy. Purple makes me think of… well it depends. What type of purple do you like?" she inquired.
"Type?"
"Y'know, what shade of purple do you like?" she reiterated.
"Oh. Dark Purple. Similar to blue berry juice."
"Ohhhh. That makes me think of… a mix of angry and funny." Livy stated.
"You mean psychotic!" Joker grinned wickedly.
"Is that what psychotic is?" Livy questioned, completely unfazed by his creepy grin.
"Pretty much." nodded Joker. Livy then raised an eyebrow and asked,
"So why'd you take me away from Damian? He's gonna be in a lot of trouble with Jason if I'm not back."
"I just wanted to ask you why you're around the Wayne family so much." answered Joker. Livy had little knowledge about stalkers, so it was completely okay with her that he knew her whereabouts.
"'Cause my bestest friend lives there of course! He has a knife." Livy smiled, clearly proud of the fact.
"Many people in Gotham have knives." Joker informed.
"My friends knife is the coolest though." Livy stated matter-of-factly,
"Would the Wayne family be willing to pay ransom if you stayed here?" Joker questioned.
"I dunno. What's a ransom?" she inquired.
"Oh…" Joker started in an innocent voice, " It's when someone plays me a lot of money in order to get you back."
"But… but why wouldn't you bring me back?" Livy questioned puzzled, and getting slightly frightened.
"Because I want money." Joker answered.
"But I wanna see my mommy, and Jason, and Dick, and Steph, and Damian." she pouted.
"Well you won't be able to see those people unless I get paid. Understand?" Joker explained in a baby voice.
"I understand. So I'll just leave myself." she stated, and turned around to run out the door, but Joker roughly grabbed her arm.
"Ow! Lemme go!" she exclaimed, but Joker just smiled, and stated,
"I don't think you fully understand. Until I get paid, you are staying with me." He then let out a deathly cackle, making Livy shutter.