Chapter Fourteen
The light lit the room, illuminating the dust like a thin haze, in the abandoned Fun House.
"O.K. you fools, listen up." Joker wasn't a master at the pep talk, but he did command a presence. He strode to the center of the room. "It's the new and improved plan." With a flourish, he ripped a bedsheet from the cork-lined presentation board. "Ta Dah!"
Harley and the goons stood in rapt attention as Joker laid out the mission on the board. "It's all so simple, there should not be any fuck ups," he said. "Am I clear?"
"Yes Sir!" the four others chorused together.
Harley cleared her throat. "I have a question, Mistah J." She smiled a great big grin.
Joker approached her menacingly. "Yes, Pumpkin Pie?" he sneered.
She immediately felt intimidated. "Uh…ummm…who ya got on point?"
Joker placed his finger under her chin and stroked it. "Do you want to be on point?" he asked.
Harley looked at him for what seemed like eternity to her. It's as if he were daring her to say 'Yes'. She shook her head almost imperceptibly. "Rocco…" Joker began. "You're on point. Make me proud."
'Whew! Disaster averted,' Harley thought. She could now devote time to studying the plan and making Batman aware of what was going on. Did Joker suspect anything? She had always been on point before, and the results were usually the same.
Arky felt the need to chime in. "What about Bats, Joker?"
"What about him?" Joker asked. "I assume you all are versed in the finely tuned methods of killing flying rodents? If not, maybe you should be looking for employment elsewhere."
That seemed to satisfy the group.
"Rocco. I want you and the other two to round up as many of the old gang as you can get. We're gonna have a swell time," Joker said. "I love a party, and this one's gonna be a blast. Hahahahahahahha!"