A/N: Hello again after forever. Sorry it took so long and that it's so short. I've been drawing a lot lately. We are so close to the end! Thanks for sticking with me! I love you all!
Joker excitedly told his men whatever sick plan he had come up with in that bag of cats he's got up there. His men sat and stood around him like young children at story time. Their faces were filled with murderous delight and blood lust. I sat quietly in the floor, away from them. My legs were tucked under my chin, my head resting on my crossed arms which rested on my knees.
For the past half hour, Joker had been walking around muttering to himself. His men knew too well to be out of his way when he was like this. When he had a specially devious idea, he would throw a fit of giggles before calming and returning to muttering. Eventually, he reached a sickening enough plan that he jumped up, laughing, and called for his men to fall in.
Apparently Joker's plan included two big trucks. He already knew of one that would be easily attained. His men made several suggestions for what the other truck might be. After he finished telling them the plan, he split them up into groups.
" Jonny Jonny, you take your choice of men and get us that dump truck." The guy called Jonny Jonny nodded and waved for some guys to follow him. Joker turned to the next group.
"Shortie, take Bulldog and Slasher to get those weapons I want. And pick out a few others you think might be fun. After that, load em up in the SUV and take the special surprise with you to your positions." Shortie nodded and left to the back hall to the 'armory', two men following his lead. That left four guys in the room.
"The rest of you will come with me to get that semi. Until then, go do whatever." They all nodded happily and left.
I remained still, thinking maybe Joker had forgotten about me. But as I thought this, he turned to look at me, a gut-churning grin spreading across his mangled face. He took out a knife and started toward me. His steps soon became a little dance as he got closer. When he was in front of me, he ungraciously sat down and took up the childish pose he had taken the night before. His knife made little designs on my shins.
"Soooo, what's upp?" he asked casually.
I looked up. "Ceiling."
"Ha, ha, he, ho, ho, ha. Smart ass." I winced when his knife pressed hard into my leg.
"Really. What's up?"
"Oh nothing much. Hostage by clown. Usual."
"Sounds fun. So dollface, you're coming with me tonight." He giggled when I groaned.
"Why? What good does it do to drag me along with you everywhere?"
"Cause I have to keep an eye on ya. Come on, it'll be fun. Just don't get yourself killed."
"Great."
We both sat quietly for a while, his knife still trailing along my shin. Joker sighed.
"So it's just me and you left. It'll be a while until we gotta leave." I didn't like where this was going.
"What's your point?"
"My point is, we're all alone." He poked my shin hard when he said point.
"If you think you're gonna get laid, think again clown." He frowned comically.
"Aw, now look what you've done. I'm a sad clown."
"So go find something, or someone else to make you happy." I glared at him and he huffed.
"You're no fun." I shrugged.
"I've been told I'm a buzzkill." We sat quietly for a while.
"You wanna play Xbox?" he asked.
"Yeah sure."