Greetings! Sorry for the slow update this chapter, my motivation has been going on and off recently D:
So, there's a bit of fluffiness in this chapter for you :D Sorry if it makes Joker seem a bit OOC


11

The Fireworks

Queen groaned as The Joker took another sharp turn, and pulled her knees to her chest, resting her forehead on them. The Joker looked at her curiously.

"What's the matter" He sang, not really caring.

"I'm tired, I'm hungry, and your insane driving is making me feel sick," She glared at him as he laughed. He took another turn and Queen fell to the side, landing in The Jokers lap. She groaned, but didn't bother to move.

"Well, hello," He said, glancing down at her for a moment, "Comfortable, are we?"

"Kinda," Queen replied, "Despite how dangerous and-or deadly you are, your lap is pretty comfy…" She closed her eyes, planning on falling asleep. The Joker laughed as the car lurched to a stop.

"Now that's a fact about myself I didn't know!" He said as he pulled the keys out of the ignition and tossed them onto the dashboard, "But don't fall asleep now, we're here."

Queen sat up and slid out the passenger door, following The Joker to the end of the harbor where ferries were docked. She stared at them, wondering who they were for.

"Come, come!" The Joker insisted, grabbing her wrist and dragging her into the currently empty ferry. He scurried down to the lower level where numerous drums of oil, probably for the engine, were stored. He grinned and skipped over to one and began wiring a bomb to it.

"Where the hell did you get that?" Queen asked, looking at the bomb in confusion.

"I made it when you weren't looking! You have a lot of handy things in your apartment!" He giggled as the bomb was set. He retrieved a box from his jacket and placed it on top of the oil drum. "Let's go!" He grabbed Queen's arm and dragged her away again, onto the other ferry. He repeated the bomb setting there.

"Your jacket is amazing," Queen stated as they exited the ferry, "Being able to hold all that."

The Joker chuckled and winked at her. "There are other things of mine that are amazing too, darling!"

She grimaced, catching his innuendo. "Gross, Joker. Seriously." He, not giving up, strutted in front of her and swayed his hips as he moved. Queen rolled her eyes.

"Yes, Joker, your ass is very nice, but please cut that out," She said. He laughed again and hopped into the car. Queen slid in the other side and clicked on her seatbelt calmly.

"Not getting comfortable?" The Joker asked, starting the car and driving off.

"Not after that comment. Who know what you'll try to do to me," She muttered in response.

"Do you really see me as that type of man?"

"Yes."

The Joker frowned slightly. "You're no fun," He smirked and help up a knife, "Remember what I said I'd do when you weren't any more fun? I'm a man of my word!" Queen sighed and undid her seatbelt.

"Forcing me to lay in your lap, how romantic," She muttered sarcastically, laying down and resting her head on his legs.

"I don't like it when I don't get what I want," The Joker said, turning a corner.

"Oh? And I'm something you want?" Queen looked at him with an expectant smirk. He grinned.

"Close to it!"


The car came to a stop in front of a tall building, fairly unoccupied. The Joker smirked up at the building and pulled the keys from the ignition, tossing them onto the dashboard.

"Oh, Queen! My darling Blood countess!" He sang to the sleeping woman in his lap, "It's time to wake up!" Her eyes popped open and she sat up. She stretched and yawned as she got out of the car.

"Well, I'm not tired anymore…" She said, looking up to the building before her. She recognized it as the Pruit building. "Huh? Why are we here?" She asked as she kicked the car door shut.

"It's a great place to watch fireworks!" The Joker replied, popping up next to Queen and making her jump. She blinked at him.

"Fireworks?" She asked, "…You're going to blow up those ferries, aren't you?" The Joker grinned.

"Precisely!" He exclaimed happily, pulling her through the glass doors. There were numerous workers tied up and sitting against the wall, their mouths covered with duct tape. Next to them were numerous thugs, their guns pointed readily.

"Good, good, you did your jobs well!" The Joker said to them, "Cover their faces. Can't tip the police off that we're low on backup!" The thugs nodded, and began putting clown masks on the workers. One thug put a gun into one of the workers hands and duct taped them around the handle.

"Come, come, darling!" The Joker said to Queen. She looked over at him, and he was already in an elevator. "Let's get moving!" She hurriedly made her way into the elevator and stood behind him.

"You seem odd, again, darling," He said. Queen was starting to think that he called her 'darling' far too much. "There wasn't any blood there. Does bondage arouse you too? If so, I have rope!"

"No, no!" Queen retorted, "I just don't like those clown masks. They look freaky. I don't like clowns all that much…"

"I'm hurt!" The Joker stated in false despair.

"Oh calm down," Queen laughed, "You don't really look like a clown anyway. Not with these…" She reached up and touched a finger to the scar on the left side of his mouth, expecting him to twitch away, though he didn't, "…scars on your face. Clowns usually have real smiles. Yours is far to fake to be freaky." The Joker smirked slightly, not seeming even remotely uncomfortable about Queen touching his scars.

"Ever heard someone say that clowns are smiling on the outside, but crying on the inside?" He asked. Queen blinked.

"Are you going to tell me your make-up is always running because you cry when no one is looking?" She asked in response, "How cute."

"Ooh, no," He laughed, "I think that's a load of crap." Queen laughed at him and removed her hand from his scars. He grinned and spun her around, lifting the back of her shirt. She shouted a 'hey!' in reply.

"What are you do--!?" She arched her back as his cold glove poked her scarred skin.

"It's only fair," He smirked, "You touched my scars, I touch yours!" Queen frowned at his logic.

"Uh, okay," She muttered, trying to move forward, away from him, but only ending up pressed against the elevator wall as he refused to remove his hand. "Would you mind?"

"Yes, actually," He stated. Queen groaned quietly as he took his time tracing her scar.

"Why does my scar pose such interest to you?" She asked in slight annoyance. She heard him chuckle slightly.

"Well, I can't look at my own scars all that well," He said, tracing her scar again, "Plus, your scar is so much more attractive!" Queen laughed slightly at that (more just at the fact that Joker had poked a slightly ticklish spot on her back).

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. The Joker dropped Queen's shirt (to her joy), and hopped out. She followed, but much more calmly.

He pranced to the window and looked out, having a perfect view of the ferries being boarded. He retrieved a pair of black binoculars from his jacket and looked at the ferries through them.

"Where do you get these things?" Queen asked in utter confusion. The pockets in his jacket must be endless or something. The Joker grinned but didn't answer.

"Convicts on one and civilians on the other, perfect!" He giggled and looked at Queen, "Do your thing, darling!"

Queen tilted her head to the side. "My thing?" The Joker reached into her pocket, making her squirm uncomfortably, and pulled out the cell phone that resided within.

"Hack into the ferry's controls! Or whatever you do!"

Queen frowned. "It's much harder to do that on a phone than a computer, not to mention two ferries at the same time is—"

"You can do it!" The Joker shoved the cell phone into her hands, not accepting no for an answer. She sighed and clicked a few buttons, paused, and began clicking again. It took Queen about fifteen or so minutes, and the ferries had just started sailing by the time she muttered something beneath her breath and stopped clicking. The Joker looked at her.

"Finished?" He asked. Queen nodded unhappily and put a hand to her forehead.

"Yeah, but that gave me one hell of a headache. I'm sticking to computers," She muttered as the ferries slowed to a stop, the lights inside flickering. The Joker grinned gleefully, looking at the ferries through the binoculars for a moment, seeing that the passengers had found the bombs detonator.

"Hook it up to the intercom!" He demanded. Queen sighed heavily and clicked a few more buttons on the phone, then handed it to him.

"Just talk into the receiver," She said, sitting on the ground. The Joker clapped and turned away, holding the phone to his ear.

"Tonight you will all be part of a social experiment!