Daddy's Orders

by NeverUpdates97

Shaylee Jane Napier's life is chaotic. A teenage daddy's girl, she has a mind a little crazier than the average girl in Gotham. The monstrous persona inside her father is slowly creeping out, to influence her own. But in reality, he is just Jack Napier, a man who adores his daughter. Now, he's a psychopathic clown, thanks to the cruel world around them both. {Contains dark themes!}

25. I Am The Joker's Daughter

PLEASE NOTE: This chapter is heavy with dark content, as usual, but this one has A LOT. Throughout, a lot of dark and disturbing stuff. Particularly towards the end, and includes sexual content and references (but again, no in depth analysis of sex or something). So you have been warned.

Please, please, please, leave a review if you can, giving feedback and/or constructive criticism, as they much appreciated for future chapters!

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Chapter 24 - I Am The Joker's Daughter

"So…so…The Joker…is your dad?" Enigma gasped, after the third story I had told her.

"Indeed," I said, sliding my tongue through my tasty ulcers inside my mouth. The room became soundless. Enigma and I stared at each other with beady eyes. Her mouth was gaped. "Lost for words, Enigma?" I asked.

"Well…" she whispered. "I just…it's just…"

"Do you understand everything now?" I inquired. "You understand why I support him? It's not because I'm crazy. It's because he's my farther, and he's the only thing I this cold-blooded girl has left. Right?!"

She shook her head in disbelief, but still replied, "Yeah…"

"If you tell anyone, you're dead," I snarled, rising to my feet. "I'll tell people in my own time, but you must understand, The Joker taught me everything, because he's my father, and I follow that, because it's all I ever know. Get it?"

"Yeah," she mumbled.

"Now, shall we get going?" I asked, enthusiastically. Enigma didn't move. "Come on, now Niggy, you're the one who came here to do something about saving your stepdad."

"I know."

"So come on. I'm sick of sitting around. I miss the action." I waltzed towards the door, kicking it open. I looked back at a motionless Enigma. "Come on!" I yelled. Enigma flew from her seat and trotted out the door, which I slammed behind us both. She could not stop staring at me with puzzlement. "What?" I snapped, grabbing her collar, aggressively.

"Nothing!" she moaned, wide-eyed.

I pushed her away, nearly toppling her over her boots. I groaned in frustration, before starting to pace the hallway, irritably.

"Ivy!" I called.

"I'm comin', relax, baby!" she called back, from upstairs.

"What is she doing?" I asked Enigma.

"Getting those toxin immunity drugs for us," Enigma replied, messaging her top I had creased. "You know, so we can use those toxins on people without passing out ourselves."

"Fair enough," I said.

I flicked an irritating hair from my face, and stared at the top of the stairs, ready for Ivy to pirouette down, carrying two large needles.

It was the very opposite.

Ivy came crashing down the stairs, with two metal boxes, a raven black box in one hand, and a smaller red one in the other. She made us gather into the main sitting room, telling us to relax. In the red box, was a device that determined our blood pressure, telling Ivy which drug to use, so it wouldn't make us ill and drive us even more insane, and it was effective on our body types.

"Now, you both my feel a bit light-headed," Ivy informed us, opening the black box and revealing a small needle from the bottle of the pile, with no signs of hesitation, "but you'll feel fine in no time at all. It takes affect really quickly, too."

"Were you kicked out of medical school, Ivy?" Enigma asked.

"A long time ago," Ivy said. "I don't know why."

"If you can create cures like this, then how the hell can you get kicked out?" Enigma questioned, appearing to be puzzled about everything.

"Crime, sweetie," Ivy said, smiling. "Crime took over."

I waggled my eyebrows, knowingly at Enigma, but she just kept the same confused look at us both.

The needle process took a mere ten seconds each, as the little prick of a needle's end was no sort of pain to us. Ivy gave us some soaked bathroom roll to protect it for a while, but once we were fully cleansed, and toxin-free, Ivy planted a gun each into each of our palms, and we headed out to the van. She also passed us each, a perfume glass of her special toxin formula she made. This one was the one she showed me before, using it on a victim would erase their poor little mind for an hour or so after they were attacked with it and passed out from its 'fumes'.

I sat with Enigma in the back seats, both of us placing our bottles carefully into our back pockets.

"Where to?" Ivy asked, before revving the engine up.

"Enigma's neighbourhood," I answered. "It's in the centre of the city."

"Well, that's helpful," Ivy scoffed, sarcastically.

"I've been there before, sweetheart," I chuckled, remembering where Enigma had described. "It's the smallest neighbourhood in the City's Centre. It's where all the chaos has been happening next to Cicero. You know? Where loads of banks and bars are. Enigma reckons our…target will be in a certain alleyway where all the thugs hang out, am I correct, Enigma?"

"Uh-huh," Enigma confirmed, nodding enthusiastically. "It's Riverside, Ivy."

I smirked at my successful adrenaline-filled victim, who seemed overly positive all of sudden, next to me.

Ivy nodded, knowlingly, began to drive to our location, and I couldn't take my eyes off the determined Enigma, who was clutching onto her gun, that I thought her knuckles were going to turn white as Lapland's snow. Her mask was covering her eyes, and I no longer saw Chelsea Archer. She was almost unrecognisable. My smirked widened across my black lips.

"I told you holding a gun felt alright," I whispered.

"Yeah," she replied, not looking at me.

"Look at me," I ordered. She did so. "Are you scared? Huh?"

"Of course I'm scared, don't be ridiculous," she said, with a little sarcastic laugh, and a roll of her eyes.

"Don't be," I said, sharply, making her jump.

"I can't help it."

"You know something? The first time I set out to get revenge on someone who ruined my family's life, I was in a van. I was scared too, but you know something? As soon as I arrived, and I saw him, I felt…I felt this surge of determination in me, that didn't make me scared anymore. You just feel…" I sighed, heavily, recalling that night in my mind. I laughed quietly. "You just feel like nothing matters anymore. You'll feel it too."

"You're probably right."

"I am right. I've seen you angry, Enigma. It's not a pretty sight."

"I know. I'm awful when I'm angry. I know it's going to come outta me. I just hope the cops don't discover who I really am. My mom will never forgive me. I couldn't stand for that."

"Oh, don't worry, they won't find out. They still don't know who the Batman is yet, I would have thought they would have figured that one out already."

"What if he catches us?"

"He won't come anywhere near me anymore."

"I'm just terrified of getting killed…or caught, that's all, Jane," she said, softly, but still giving me a determined look. "You know I want to do this for my family, because I'm so angry at everyone. I'm so sick of it. I just don't want to get myself killed and because I'm disguised my mom won't have a clue I'm dead!"

"We won't get killed," I insisted. "You worry too much. In this process, you have to be, uh…fearless, and selfish. It's easier for me, you see, because I can't feel any sympathy for no one anymore. I don't care. Don't make me get soft with you, Enigma. I know we're, uh…uh…I'm not gonna use the word 'friends', no…I'll say, uh…allies. I know we're allies, but I'm not gonna get soft on you because you're a little nervous of being spotted by the cops. I think we need a bit of experience first, Enigma…before we face the target. Ivy! Where abouts are we?"

"Just coming into the City Centre now," Ivy replied, from the driver's seat. "Near Wayne Manor. About ten minutes away from this apparent neighbourhood."

"Park the van, we're stopping here," I instructed.

"Sure thing," Ivy said, brightly, indicating to go down a narrow road.

I looked back Enigma, who still had the same expression ion her face.

"Going to give you a taste of my medicine," I told Enigma, sternly. "I'm telling you, now, Niggy, as soon as you get angry, or even…over-excited, perhaps, it takes over. You can't stop. Especially with our behavioural problems, you know, the whole hyperactivity bliss that we have."

Enigma said nothing, as Ivy pulled up at the end of a random narrow street, and before I even got the chance to unstrap myself, Ivy had sprung out of her seat, and was outside, gripping onto her gun. She swung Enigma's door wide open, and Enigma tenderly got out, landing neatly on both feet. I climbed over and joined them, quietly shutting the door behind me.

"Where are we, exactly?" Enigma asked.

"I don't know," Ivy replied, as she led us to the end of the street. "Somewhere near your neighbourhood. I know where you're on about is only ten minutes away from wherever we are."

We reached the end of a busy street, where Ivy halted us all with a quick whip of her arm in front of us. I heard Enigma gasp, as we peered around the corner, to see the streets were flooded with citizens. Luckily, we were in the shadows, so no one could spot us. Oddly enough, the three of us stayed close, and just remained as out of sight as possible, gazing, with hate, at the City's busy roads.

Seeing everything so calm made a weird, twisted rage start to erupt inside my mind. Not one inhabitant was running around, screaming for help. No one was clinging onto their family for their sorry little lives. They all thought they were safe now that The Joker was Arkham bound, and I was allegedy recovering from a horrible injury. They thought nothing could touch them, now Batman had wrapped his fake wings around the City.

Oh, if only they knew. I was still out there, free, ready to pounce on them all like a hungry tigress, ready to take them by surprise, as I knew fully well they underestimated me. I wasn't stupid. I knew they all thought I wasn't dangerous, and my father was the bigger threat.

The voices started complaining immediately. Their battle had begun, as I heard a gunshot swarm through my mind. I flinched violently, as they began to take over, unpredictable, as always.

Enigma saw me flinch, and grabbed my free hand.

"What's up?" she hissed, looking desperate.

I didn't answer. I was too invested in my mind to answer any reality. The demons were rising up from the flames, nibbling on my brain. I didn't blink throughout.

They're going to kill you, Jane. The man before said he was going to finish you off. You're so weak you can't even remember, can you? They're after you. You better kill them first, to prove you're not worthless. Worthless, worthless, worthless.

"No…" I grunted, gripping my head, tripping as I shot backwards, like a magnet was drawing me to the wall.

"Jane!" Ivy said, softly, trying to touch my arms.

"Oh my god, is she okay?" Enigma asked, gripping my wrist.

"Don't touch me," I snapped, flinching sharply away from them. I pounded my head onto the wall nearby. "Don't touch me," I said again, to no one in particular.

"Jane, chick, look at us!" Ivy begged, still trying to touch me.

"Ivy…leave me…" I whispered, in that madness fuelled voice. "The only way to make them stop is for me to do it. Because I'm not worthless!"

You are.

"No!"

You can't even see there are people trying to get rid of you, because you're so stupid. They want to get rid of your ideologies. Kill you. Get rid of everything.

"What?"

Think about before. Be-fore.

I panted hard, scrunching my eyes, trying to think through all the drama exploding out my schizoid mind.

I escaped a piercing scream from the back of my stinging throat, which was so sore, coughing felt like an agonising pain was tearing through my whole neck, which just mad me groan and yell louder, spluttering and gasping for air until I managed to control myself by inhaling deep breaths of preparation. Ivy and Enigma still responded by simply shushing me.

Nobody even bothered to run around the corner to come to my aid, upon hearing my deafening screams and unstoppable coughing. They bounced off the walls of that unlit street.

That is the darkened truth behind society.

I raced my mind to juggle what the voices were telling me. I managed to remember one of the men, myself and Ivy encountered before. He said he may as well 'finish me off', about to shoot me. He said 'everyone's after you, Jane'. I remembered Ivy suggesting if there were a certain group of people, such as detectives, out to get me, to get rid of me by actually killing me or chucking me away in Arkham, because maybe they saw that fiery danger in me, which a normal citizen appeared to be oblivious to, compared to my father.

Maybe it was the truth. Maybe they were out to get me.

They're going to kill you. Kill them back.

I spun around, and slid down the wall, still clinging onto my head and burying it into my knees. I groaned, muffled into my scratched knees.

"Oh my god," Enigma gasped, repeatedly.

Kill, kill, kill, kill, the demons said, non-stop.

When I finally managed to open my eyes and look up, I saw a blurred vision of Ivy and Enigma's panicked faces, and exhaled a trembling breath, while trying to lift my heavy head of madness.

"Ivy, they won't stop," I said. For some reason, a smile appeared on my lips, for reasons that were unknown to me. "They won't stop," I repeated.

"Okay, okay, just relax," she soothed, trying to be reassuring.

"Ivy…what if you were right?" I gasped, loudly.

"What?" she questioned.

"Before…the guy who tried to shoot me before, remember?" Ivy nodded. "But I shot him first, o-obviously…but he…didn't he say…he may as well finish it off? That…everyone was after me? They're saying…they're saying they're going to kill me, Ivy. I have to kill them first."

"Don't listen," Ivy said, desperately.

"I have to."

"Jane…Jane is this what happens all the time?" Enigma asked, sitting next to me. "I mean…"

I panted hard, glancing at her. She looked startled by my maddened glare I bottled at her.

"Now you know what it's like, huh?" I said. "Day in, day out, possessed, nothing more. I may look calm right now, to you, but they're still shouting." I then looked up at Ivy, unreadable in my painted face, as the demons made it impossible to etch even a single emotion through my features. "Can't you hear them talking?" I asked, now touching her leg. "They're screaming. My mother's screaming again."

"Princess Jane, you know they're not real," Ivy said, kneeling to our level.

"They are," I breathed, nodding. "They're telling me what you suggested before. There are people after me. Trying to test me. Get rid of me. That's why we have to get out there." I darted my head back at Enigma. "And it'll show you, girl." Enigma stuttered a few unrecognisable words. "Besides, why you asking if this happens all the time? You've seen me be like this before. Haven't ya? Hmm?"

"Not like this," she gasped, her voice cracking.

"Don't sympathise with me, Enigma," I hissed. "I don't need it. I don't want it. I can hear 'em. They'll go in their own time." I giggled.

"It's so awful," Enigma said.

"To you, it might be, to me, it's life," I stated. I gripped my head again when I felt another gunshot burst through my mind. "Shut up!" I snarled. "Shut up."

"I can't believe nobody's heard us," Ivy said. "Must be so busy out there. Don't know about you guys, but I'm gonna take that opportunity."

"I'm going first!" I shouted, immediately shooting to my feet. "They're telling me…"

"I know, I know…" Ivy said.

"No, you don't," I groaned. "Outta my way, plant lady. I'm killing them before they get me." I crept over to the end of the street again, and a single eye peered around the corner to see the commotion in the streets again. I soon felt Ivy and Enigma behind me. "Enigma, you know what to do if anyone comes near you, right?" I asked, not looking behind me.

"Run a mile?" she joked, giggling a little.

"No," I said, flatly. "You defend yourself. That's all I'm going to say."

"I've got your back, sweetie," Ivy said. "By the way, you take my gun. I think you'll prefer it."

"Will I?" I asked, turning around briskly.

She just smiled, and before I could agree, she swapped our guns, and slammed her much larger gun in both my sweaty palms, shaking with adrenaline beneath my gloves. I grunted at the heaviness brought upon me with this larger gun, I had to hold with both of my hands. I loaded it, carelessly, before glancing Enigma, who looked besotted with the gun Ivy had handed me.

"What's up, Enigma?" Ivy asked her.

"Nothing," she murmured.

I couldn't hold it back any longer. I stepped one exposed leg from behind the wall, poking my head out again, to see, a couple of yards away from my foot, two young men, who were sitting on a nearby bench, busy munching on a KFC. I snickered, cruelly, under my breath, before revealing myself completely from behind the wall.

I took a few quiet steps forward, crouching down as low as I possibly could, using all my strength in my thighs to take me there, up behind the two unfortunate victims, humming The Cure's tunes to myself. As I moved forward, I came more into the streetlight, tracing my watchful eyes around the streets and oblivious people around me. They couldn't notice me ducking behind the two figures, as to my luck, both of them were towering.

"If you're happy and you know it shoot ya gun," I hummed the familiar tune my head has decided to play, as I continued crouching forward. It was very bizarre, particularly because my voice had turned into an insane, possessed whisper. "If you're happy and you know it shoot ya gun," I continued, under my breath. "If ya happy…and you know it, and ya really wanna show it…" I lifted the gun towards their heads, as silently as possible. They were still laughing and bellowing crude jokes in their blatant drunken state among themselves, nobody noticing my noiseless presence. "If ya happy and you know shoot your gun."

The top of my fingers were stinging with disturbing adrenaline, trembling violently, making it flood through my body, up to my tongue, which wouldn't stop flicking the insides of my mouth.

With the voices preparing me, like they always do, I started to put pressure on the trigger.

As soon as I pulled the trigger, what seemed like a hundred bullets sprang out of the gun with an ear-splitting gunshot, killing the two men instantly, not even allowing a mere whimper to escape from their mouths in time. They toppled forward from the bench, spilling their food all over the dirty concrete, which soon became caked in their blood, which began to make a puddle around the floor.

I'd never used a machine gun, like this before.

The attack happened so quickly, it made me laugh wildly in excitement.

I laughed even harder when the entire street went silent, a dozen heads swivelling to look at my shadow, looming suddenly over my latest prey. I stood up, heavily, bringing the gun with me.

My cackling was the only thing that could be heard.

I hadn't laughed as psychotically as this before. I was even disturbing myself with how insane my laughter sounded, not just the people around me, who had become glued to the floor, staring at me.

A woman a few yards away from me, suddenly screamed.

"Ah, shut up!" I exclaimed to her, brightly, pulling the trigger again.

She was shot down, with another deafening screech of agony, with three people behind her, joining her journey to Heaven, who had just begun to start backing away.

That gunshot was almost like the confirmation for everyone to start scampering away, like a patrolling ant colony.

Kill, kill, kill.

It only takes one person's life to end in my hands, and then I become a violent, wild animal.

I become the demons that I hear.

I started sauntering towards the chaotic crowd, screaming until their lungs started leaking with the air left inside them. Like I was an obnoxious little boy using a toy gun he had been given for his birthday, I relentlessly started firing the popping bullets out to random citizens, many of which I successful shot down. Only a few I managed to grab and sent a thousand bullets through their heads to get them out of the way quickly. A few cops appeared out of nowhere, shouting pointless instructions to me, but thanks to my quick feet I managed to hide myself behind walls and lampposts, before killing them all instantly with nonstop exploding triggers. Thankfully, the gunshots were so loud they drowned out every other sound surrounding my weary head, including the noises in my head themselves.

Wandering further and further into the lampshade-lit neighbourhood, laughing joyously at being able to release my mad energy, I stumbled across three ratty looking men, at different times, all looking completely identical in their thuggish appearance, gasping for air, as they each darted a quivering gun towards me.

Of course, they couldn't get away that easily.

I had them all dead in seconds flat, with help from my superiorly quicker feet to get away within minutes.

However, the third scruffy 'criminal' I came across, just after I had nearly tripped up a kerb, yielded a gun at me, coming up so close, he actually plummeted it into my chest.

"Playtime's over, little girl," he panted, not blinking, as his eyes bore into my gleaming orbs of insanity. I was still giggling, impassively into his face. "You and that clown's madness ends here. I'm gonna be the one to finish you off, since everyone else around here is so pathetic and scared of a silly little freak, not having the balls to do it."

"Whaddya mean, the one to finish me off?" I questioned, pouting cheekily. "Are all the middle-aged men in Gotham City, who happen to own a gun, after me or something? You all must be perverts!" I cackled, lifting my own gun, and digging it into his stomach. "Wanting a seventeen year old girl like me dead? Heartless pigs! Ha! What for anyway?!"

"For–"

He was cut off by a loud, combating grunt by Poison Ivy, who had suddenly appeared at my side. Everything was so loud around me and in my mind, I hadn't heard her follow me. She kicked up her high leg, into the guy's face. Her sharp kick made him fumble to the concrete, clutching his nose, which began to spout out waterfall of blood. Enigma was close behind her, with her own gun, looking down on the man in disgust.

"Oh, hey, Ivy, Enigma," I laughed. "How nice for you to join me."

"I wasn't gonna have this boy shoot you in the chest, was I?" Ivy growled down at the man, not looking up. "Of all places!"

"And…and who exactly are you?" the man grumbled, trying to stagger to his feet again.

"Poison Ivy," she stated, ploughing him in the stomach with her six inch heel, so he was yet again down on the floor. "Gotham's most…uh…advanced…florist." She pointed her gun at him. "I'm like a mom to Princess Jane, you see, an' I'm not letting anyone hurt her. She's been through enough as it is."

"She's right!" I squealed.

"Sticking up for that little tramp?!" the man yelled, only to receive another sharp kick by Ivy. "She's a murderer! The city wants rid of her! I'm gonna be the one to do that!"

"Oh, I don't think so," Enigma piped up.

Ivy and I shot our heads towards her in surprise.

"Enigma?" I said, flabbergasted.

"He's not gonna kill you," Enigma said, stepping forward.

Without warning, the man managed to shoot up and push Ivy to the floor, so quickly, none of us had time to respond. He grabbed Enigma by her shirt, and she squealed in surprise, but soon have him an unemotional look of disdain.

"And who are you, her girlfriend?" he snarled at Enigma.

"Best friend," she grunted, trying to squirm away.

"And you stick up for her too, do you?" he scolded. "Shock that you're both women."

"Oh that does it!" Enigma yelled, and spat in his face, making the blood streaming from his nose glisten brighter, as he growled in agony. He pushed Enigma away go to cling onto his eye.

I found the whole thing so hilarious, my stomach hurt too much to make me kick him down to the floor again. It didn't matter, as Ivy soon bottled him down to the ground in pain again, with a hard punch to the stomach. Ivy and I continued kicking him, all over his body, so it was impossible for him to get up.

"I told you Ivy!" I screeched, happily, as I bolted him in the head. "They don't realise our strength!"

We then winced and froze as we heard Enigma scream in shock.

My blood froze, when I saw a figure on the other end of the street, head to toe in loose, cloudy grey clothing, even his eyes were the colour of the sky in November. He was holding a large gun himself, and started walking towards us, every step he took, he took carefully.

"Stay away!" Enigma warned, starting to raise her own gun, shaking violently with nerves.

"Just shoot him, baby!" Ivy called out.

"Oh, I would not think about it, sweetheart," the figure sneered.

"Shoot him!" I laughed, feeling pleased, knowing Enigma had at least raised her own gun to him.

"You chicks are fucking crazy," the figure chuckled, loading his gun. I saw Enigma jump. "This is a man's world."

"Asshole!" I screamed, jolting my gun up, in a spark of rage.

"Hey, hey, Princess Jane," Ivy calmed, giving me a cheeky look. "Let Enigma sort this one out."

I smirked back at my 'surrogate mother.'

"Don't let him say things like that, Enigma!" I cried. "You're not going to let him get away with calling you sexist things like that, are you?!"

Enigma didn't say a word.

"Not unless I shoot you first, little princess," the figure warned. "And then the rest of you, for attacking my brother."

I saw his finger put pressure on his trigger.

Enigma gasped in horror.

"NO!" she bellowed.

With that, she let a bullet fire from her own gun, and the figure thumped cripplingly onto the floor. We almost heard his skull break, as his head cracked onto the end of the kerb, as he collapsed. Enigma gasped as she saw him lie motionless, his shady blood, as ever, starting to stain the concrete around him. Ivy and I, however, we laughing, hysterically.

"Good shot, Niggy!" I praised.

"N-No…no!" the man below us whimpered.

"Shut up, big man!" I taunted, kicking the side of his neck repeatedly. Ivy pinned down his arm, and snatched his gun off him, so Ivy was effortlessly carrying a gun in each palm.

"You crazy whore!" he screamed, trying to kick away.

"Don't call her that!" Enigma suddenly shouted, bolting around to face us.

"Woah, Enigma! The madness really does rub off on people!" I snickered.

"Like you said, all it takes is for that trigger to fire," Enigma sneered, joining in with the kicking. "I think it has by now, what with everyone calling you crazy, when it clearly doesn't need to be said to her!"

"Thank you!" I jeered. "At last, someone seeing sense."

"But she is–" our victim spluttered.

"She's schizophrenic, you dumb asshole!" Enigma was suddenly ranting like a maniacal killer. "People like you get on my tits! Clearly calling her that is gonna make her even more mad, you idiot! And it's not something to get angry about, it's really not! It's serious, it's horrible! You have no idea what's it's like! I'm not, but I've seen her breakdown, literally! So don't insult her! What she has is terrible by anyone's standards! It's not her fault she has it! Uhh, and don't get me started with your sexist views! Just 'cos we're women, doesn't mean we shouldn't be like…this. People like you drive me crazy, I swear!"

"Literally," I mumbled.

"You think you're so special, and so badass!" Enigma went on. "But you're not! We're not the freaks, you are!"

"Just shoot him, get it over with," Ivy groaned.

"Yeah, he's not worth our time," I giggled. "Get him out of the way, like you did his brother!"

Enigma sighed, before pointing her gun at the struggling man below us.

"I don't know how I even made this thing shoot a minute ago," she said. "But I guess now…I've worked it out. Guess it comes naturally when you're angry."

Squinting her eyes shut for the loud gunshot, she loaded the gun, and then exploded another bullet, just before Ivy and I moved away from him. Enigma shot him down before he could even struggle to his feet.

"Fuck me, that was a good shot," I laughed, loading my machine gun. "Come on, nearly everyone's buggered off now they've seen me. No doubt the cops will be coming now. I'll just shoot them all anyway…ooh, sorry…I mean we will. Naturally. So come on."

Without saying another word, they obediently followed me further into the streets, and the few remaining citizens ran a mile when I came patrolling through the roads. Cars who tried to charmingly knock me out, I fired a dozen bullets at, so their cars screeched out of the way, one into a nearby building. Even Enigma couldn't help but squeal with laughter at this chaotic sight.

The adrenaline rush carried us further into the shopping promenade, where the Gotham citizens scattered away into shops, their screams of anguish making the demons, and myself, howl with victorious laughter. I found it hilarious how pitiful they were, not having an ounce of bravery to face me. Like cowards, some of the ducked under pointless hiding places. Ivy and Enigma awarded some petrified inhabitants with Ivy's toxins, while I continued firing a million bullets at what seemed to be over thirty people, who flopped down dead beneath my feet. Some I managed to grab and fire a sharp bullet through their skulls, especially the ones who begged to be let free.

The Joker's advice always remained with me: use guns on people you just want gone, who aren't worth your time. Knives on special people who you want to see slowly suffer and then die in a mixture of their blood and my own icicle cold blood.

While I unleashed the most madness I've ever had, Ivy and Enigma stayed near the entrance, only embarrassing a few group people with the toxins. Well, Ivy did most of the dirty work, Enigma barely got her hands dirty, except for just ranting in frustration and shooting the odd person, with hesitation. This is what I saw when I returned to the entrance. As soon as they saw me, they dropped the woman they were holding and shot out of the promenade, when I nodded towards the door.

The sky was turning navy to inky black, I wasn't waiting around anymore.

We sprinted away, down the streets, chortling like hungry hyenas, darting towards the furthest street, where Ivy's van was waiting patiently for us.

"There she is!" I heard as we ran, prickling my ears to attention. I froze, making the others stop suddenly with me, Enigma almost toppling me over. "Shoot her! That's the girl!" I heard again.

"Where's that coming from?" I hissed, my heart pounding fast. I bolted my gun up ahead.

"What?" Ivy whispered.

"Someone's going to shoot me," I hissed again.

"There's no one around," Enigma said.

"You're imagining stuff now," Ivy added.

For one split moment, I thought they were right, and it was just the devils playing their scheming mind games on me. I quickly discovered this wasn't the case, when I saw, from the corner of my eye, a hooded figure, laying on his stomach, on the floor, peeping his blurred head from behind a car wheel.

I gasped the moment I saw him holding a gun towards us all, which looked twice the size of my own.

"Fuck off!" I screamed.

A series of penetrating gunshots exploded from my gun, making Ivy and Enigma leap from their skins in shock. I was lucky I had unbelievable aim from all those years of experience. His life ended quickly before he could fire his own, obviously taking his time aiming. Enigma yelped when another hooded man ran from behind the car, which I immediately shot down, joining his bleeding friend on the floor. I panted hard, scrunching my eyes until I could see flashing fireworks sparkling over a black background.

They're after you, they all roared, continuously, overlapping each other until my head was clammed up with nothing but noises.

I snapped my head up, shooting my eyes open, and looking back at a bewildered Ivy and Enigma.

"Oh my god," Ivy exclaimed.

"There really are people after you, aren't there?" Enigma asked, quietly. "Why…?"

"Shut up," I snapped, starting to feel that heated, unanticipated rage boil inside my head again.

"It's ridiculous," Enigma scoffed, starting to walk in front of me, with Ivy following her. I, however, kept my heels nailed to the floor, inhaling and exhaling, calmly. "These thugs trying to kill a seventeen year old girl, who they clearly know is tortured inside? It's stupid. It's so stupid. They need sorting out just as much."

"Shut up!" I barked.

"Jane, calm down, now, sweetie," Ivy said, turning around to face me.

"Don't touch me," I hissed at her. "Get into the van, now, before anyone else comes to shoot med." They didn't move. "Do I have to repeat myself?!" I questioned, maliciously. "Go! NOW!"

They didn't have to be told again. Ivy grasped Enigma's hand, and they both soared off, into the distance to find the van.

I stayed still for a few moments, still breathing hard, searching my snake eyes around the streets, for anyone coming after me. Although I was furious, I couldn't help but also feel…accomplishment. It looks like I'd scared everyone off and no one would dare come out of their houses, or the stores they'd tootled into.

That was, until one man creeped out of a store, not that far away from where I was standing. He was unloaded with no kind of weapon, and froze in horror when his eyes caught the sight of me. His hands snapped up in mercy, and he tried to escape back into the store again.

"Ah, ah…I wouldn't think about moving," I warned, coming closer. "Unless you want me to kill everyone hiding in your store?" He remained silent and still. "You thinking about calling the cops, all of you in there die and have their money burned, right?" He nodded. "If the cops arrive, tell them I went to Gotham Town, hmm?" He nodded again. "Pfft, you're such a pitiful excuse for a human being. You'll fall for anything, won't ya, huh? Now, tell me, big boy, why are there so many men trying to shoot me? Has there been some sort of ordeal to get me killed or something?"

"I…I don't know," he murmured.

"Hmm? Sorry, I'm a bit deaf in my right ear," I scolded, now plunging the gun into his chest.

"I don't know!" he cried.

"Ooh, I don't know, Princess Jane!" I imitated his Brooklyn accent.

"I honestly don't!" he persisted.

"Hmm…really? You seem like a man who watches GCN. Are you sure there's been nothing?"

"I told you, I don't know!" he stammered.

"Huh. What a puss," I laughed, and shot him in three seconds flat. "Don't know why I'm wasting my time."

I made my way down the street and upwards, to the narrow street, where the van was parked.

Just before I turned the corner, a blinding flashlight halted me in my path. I grunted and squinted to look past it.

When I saw it was a cop car, I instantly snapped my gun towards them.

"This is the Gotham City Police Department," a voice announced, on a loudspeaker. "We have you surrounded."

"You don't, actually!" I chortled. "Where's ya pet Bat?"

"Put your weapons down, put your hands on your head–"

I bulleted the two cops that climbed out the car, immediately, cutting off the loudspeaker. When seeing that I had targeted their deaths perfectly, I sprinted away to my desired location, running even faster as I heard the police car's engine start to roar and I saw the headlights flicker. I kept shooting behind me as I ran as fast as I could go, the police car just behind me, until finally, I made it back to Ivy at the driver's seat, and Enigma in the back passenger seat, waiting with baited breath in the van.

"Ivy, drive, now!" I commanded, climbing into the back with Enigma, and slamming the door behind me.

This time, Ivy didn't question me. She revved up and the van was shooting down the road in a flash, starting to zoom down the shortcut we had arrived from.

"What's going on?" asked Enigma, actually smiling at me, curiously, when I rebelliously unstrapped myself, and started drawing down the window until it vanished, like a Joker magic trick. He air bashed into our faces, making Enigma's blonde pigtails flap crazily, and my short crimson hair flying in front of my face. I climbed onto my knees and poked my head out of the window, carefully leaning out of the window, to glance towards behind the van, along with my heavy gun poking out of the window. I saw Enigma unstrap herself as well, and look in the back window of the van. "Oh my god, the cops are after us!" she squealed.

"Not for long they won't be," I snickered. "Watch this, Enigma."

Enigma joined me on my side, just managing to place herself next to me, and peep her head out next to mine.

"Looo-seeers!" Enigma laughed, as if she were a drunk jailbird, when she saw me fire a dozen bullets from the gun, aiming for the car.

"Well said, Niggy!" I guffawed.

"Have you actually ever done this before?" she asked.

"No, but it's fun though, isn't it?" I cackled, nastily, as I continued firing the machine gun's bullets at the cop car. I made silly noises as I continued to fire. The wind gushing through my face made my sweaty self much more relaxed, the anger now starting to fade away, and the playful adrenaline came back. "I knew my dad…boom! Did this kind of thing…bang, bang, bang! Many weeks back! Shoot it down, you stupid gun!"

"Leave us alone!" Enigma shouted, angrily, at the car behind us. She scrambled to the other side, where she drew down her own window, and settled herself in the same position as me. "You have no chance, you old bastards!" she catcalled.

"Enigma, what on earth are you doing, you little rebel?" I laughed, although I knew exactly what she was doing. Enigma didn't answer, instead yelling the word "bastard", in different tones repeatedly. "Help me out, girl!" I called, as loud as I could.

"What?!" Enigma said. "I have terrible aim!"

"Not from what I saw I minute ago!" I jeered. "But be careful you don't fall out and your head gets crushed by a truck!"

"And you, you crazy girl!" she laughed.

I heard Enigma fire her own gun, but it instead killed a bystander. I howled with laughter, as my aim improved with every trigger, at Ivy's great speed of over 80 mph. I'd never handled a gun at this speed before, but it was certainly the biggest rush of energy I'd ever had in my life.

Very soon, my bullets were smashing through the cop car's front window, until it finally spiralled out of control, with the cop at the wheel losing his balance of the wheel. The car was skidding across the motorway, as crazily as my head was pounding.

"Oops!" I squealed, as Enigma fired another pointless, failed bullet.

The cop car screeched to a halt, nearly tumbling over completely onto its back, another car smashing behind it, and then another squawking to an out of control stop behind the smashed line of cars, and then, we were speeding away from it to make our getaway, leaving it helpless in the distance.

Enigma and I carefully popped out heads back into the van, having succeeded, turning up the windows, so the wind hushed down. The silence came too quickly, I almost jumped at the sound of my head racking overpowering everything. We simultaneously strapped ourselves in, and put our guns beneath our feet, panting quickly.

She looked at me, I looked at her.

We both burst into laughter, mine sounding hideously psychotic.

"You two are nutters," Ivy said from the driver's seat, laughing herself. "I can't believe you, Princess Jane."

"She did it, as well!" I cried, pointing at Enigma.

"I wasn't gonna let them catch us, you kidding me?!" Enigma laughed. "I've had an argument with a cop before, it didn't end up well."

"What for?!" I asked, intrigued.

"Alright, so I stole a packet of gum about a year ago and the store owner caught me," she explained. Ivy and I exploded into laughter again. "Shut up, you guys! I was starving!"

"Oh, that is just too funny!" I snickered, wiping a tear of laughter from my eye, which smudged my paint slightly.

"Well, at least those bastards aren't following us anymore," Enigma said.

"Always keep your eyes open for them, though, sweet," Ivy warned. "It's happened to me before. Harley and I got caught once when we least expected it, and boom, we ended up in Blackgate. Don't get your hopes up."

"Do you mean Harley Quinn?" Enigma asked.

"Uh-huh," Ivy replied.

"That woman who's supposed to be The Joker's lover, as the news put it?"

"Yeah, she's his lover, that's it," I scoffed. "She's nothing more than annoying pain the ass."

"Well, you would say that," Enigma said, without thinking. "She's your dad's girlfriend."

"I wouldn't go there, Enigma," Ivy said, as she saw my glare through the head mirror.

"But–" Enigma spotted my impatient scowl, and dropped the subject instantly.

After I'd calmed down, I asked Ivy, "You are taking us to where we were supposed to go to, right?"

"Of course I am," Ivy said, turning off the motorway, into a new part of the city called Riverside. "We'll be there any minute."

"Is this right way, Enigma?" I questioned her, blankly.

"Yeah, this is right," she answered. "Riverside."

"I knew it was here, why didn't you just say?"

"I dunno."

"I reckon you're ready to take anyone on now you've just shown you can do that," I said.

"But I didn't even hit the car," she grumbled.

"That's not the point, Niggy," I snapped. "You…you got…such an angry adrenaline…that it turned into pleasure…and you showed it to somebody you hate. I told you, this is what happens. You just showed that. I knew you would show your true colours eventually."

Not another word was said, as Ivy made her way through the streets of this small neighbourhood called Riverside, and it was exactly how she had described. It was a secluded little area, with a simple, large bank. We past a number of bars and taverns, all of them having a crowd of drunkards cheering and smoking a long line of a number of drugs.

Enigma guided Ivy to an abandoned parking lot, outside a church. We all climbed out of the van and hid behind it, out of sight, and I replaced the large machine gun, with a simple, regular handgun again, and Ivy took her machine gun back. Ivy handed me her own knife, which I hid in my left skirt pocket, my bottle of toxin was in the other, unbelievably not leaking or smashed yet.

"Now, you know where you're going, right?" Ivy asked, as if she were a protective mother.

"I know where to go from here," Enigma said, confidently. "At around this time, Frank, his brother and his cronies are hanging out in this alleyway near a bar called The Swan Inn. I know where it is, it's where me and my family took a shortcut to get home, and where he ended up having that fight with Frank and his brother."

"They're gonna regret being money-corrupted now," I chuckled.

"Yes, that's what they are, but what's that got to do with anything?" Enigma inquired.

"Thugs like them are all the same," I explained. "I told you this. They probably wanted your stepdad's money, go so far as to make him out to be some sort of criminal mastermind. Huh. Well, thugs like this Frank guy don't know what crime's really about. We'll show 'em. Let's go."

"Wait, Jane…" Ivy whispered.

"What?" I huffed, impatiently.

"You and Enigma go," she said. "I, myself, have gotta get back into the flow. I'm gonna pay a visit to that jewellery store we passed. You got your cell phone right?" I nodded. "Give me call when you've beaten his ass, and I'll meet you back here at the van. Got it?"

"I haven't got your number," I complained.

Ivy and I quickly exchanged numbers, and I put my phone back in my pocket, laying with my knife.

"Right, go get 'em, my little troublemakers," Ivy cooed, locking the van behind her. "And be careful. Both of ya."

She galloped off into the distance, climbing over a gate as she left, and into a mucky street, to make her way to this jewellery store.

"Aren't you mad she's not coming with us?" Enigma asked me.

"Nah, not really," I giggled. "We don't need our so-called, huh…mother. You and I are the ones to deal with these scumbags, not her. Heh, she was helpful at that chaos before, but now she won't be. We have her toxins, we're immune to them. We have guns. We're sorted. Show me the way."

Enigma nodded, keenly, and started leading me the way Ivy had gone. We too had to climb over this tiny, padlocked gate, but we went the opposite way to Ivy. It only took two minutes to reach out destination, as Enigma knew exactly where to go. Passing through a shadowy, muddy street that only had one bar in it, and turning down another path, and then one more, was all it took to reach this alleyway. It was so quiet in this little neighbourhood that nobody was around this little area. However, as we reached our murky location, I heard the sounds of the thumping music from a distant bar grow louder, although still too faint to reel my head further, and the foul stench of marijuana start to flood my nostrils, making me wince.

"Is this it?" I asked, as we turned into the scummy alleyway, where there was not a body in sight.

"Yeah, this is it," Enigma stated. "The shortcut way."

"It's much smaller than I thought," I said.

"Yeah, hardly anyone knows this shortcut, apart from Frank and his friends of course."

"Are you positive this is where they hang out?"

"Yeah, even before they came to my dad quiz and riddle night that night, we still passed them occasionally coming through here, and even then I heard them sniggering."

"So…where are they?" I demanded, shooting up close to Enigma's face, and she stepped nervously up against the wall.

"They should be here soon for a smoke break," she stammered. "I just know it. If I wasn't so sure I wouldn't bring you here, Shaylee."

"Jane," I corrected.

"Sorry…Princess Jane," she mumbled. "Sorry, it still seems weird."

"Hmm."

"I still can't believe I'm doing this."

"You're doing…the right thing, Enigma."

"I know…but as soon as it's done with, I'm getting my stepdad out of Blackgate, and then I'm going home, no matter how much trouble I get into."

I stepped closer, where she tensed up against the wall.

"I don't scare you still, do I?" I asked, mockingly.

"A little," she admitted, quietly.

"You are now, when we're alone," I whispered, smirking at her, "but when Frank and his brother and his little gang of boys arrive, you won't be scared. I know it. You said so yourself. You're sick…of everything. You hate…everyone."

"Yeah, I do at this moment in time!"

"And it'll come through, but here me out, don't shoot straight away. Let me…do some useful interrogating first. Get to know his little schemes first. I know I'm just like my father, but I can't help it. I am his daughter…yes, I am The Joker's daughter…a manipulative bitch, but hey, it's better than being corrupted by justice, huh?" Enigma looked at me, uncertainly. "I wanna suss out this guy. I guarantee there's some terrible truth behind this guy…" I lowered my voice. "And if he has a major problem with me…I am going to kill him."

"But…but what about–?" Enigma spluttered, desperately.

"Quiet, now," I snapped. "If you're right, he'll be here very soon, I imagine."

"Yes."

"If he doesn't show up, then guess what, Enigma? You've wasted my time, and like I said earlier today, I hate people who waste my time. Let me tell ya, it won't be a pretty result if you've wasted my time on this terribly long day."

"He will be here!"

"You better hope so, my friend."

"Whoa! Hey looks guys, two young sluts about to make out in an alleyway! It's our lucky night!"

My head bulleted to my right, when I heard a chorus of immature laughter start to fill up my waxing ears. Enigma tried to shoot past me, but I firmly held her back with one arm, pushing her behind me, almost protectively, like I was her best friend. Despite this, she darted her gun in their direction, immediately. I glanced at her and she had a face fuelled with disgust, just after she let out a low gasp.

"That's him," she whispered, hoarsely. "That's Frank and his friends. Uh…no sign of his brother, though. I told you they hang around this place. Do you believe me now?"

I ignored her, and looked back to see a group of four scruffy men, all with untidy hair and clothes that reeked of marijuana from their short distance, approach us, sturdily. They looked like they were in their late twenties, and the tallest one in the middle (blatantly the leader, Frank himself) was arrogantly blowing a long line of marijuana in his large gob. They were all holding a line of the drug between their fingers, black pushed behind their bitten fingernails. I rolled my eyes at their laughable attempt to seem intimidating as they approached Enigma and I, and I fixated my eyes on the tallest guy.

I smirked, as the opportunity to kill his friends, leaving Frank alone with us both, sparked my brain. I knew it would be easy, now I had Enigma as well.

"What we got here, lads?" the tall guy asked, loudly, when they finally came up close.

"Two freaks," one guy sniggered behind him, making them all chuckle.

"Two cheap little whores, it looks like," another laughed.

"Excuse me?" I said, in my psychotic princess voice, still holding Enigma back. "Do you even know who I am? God help you if you don't."

"Yeah, that psycho chick who helped that maniac Joker for a bit," the leader said.

A fiery sensation that had been rising in me all night long, now urged me to slowly reveal the knife from my new skirts' back pocket, as quickly as I could. I did just that, forcing myself to release Enigma. When the brilliant shine of the blade blinded them, they instantly stepped away like the true cowards they were.

"And aren't you a little bit off your head?" I mocked, giggling hysterically. "Coming into the presence of someone clearly armed with weapons, if you've been paying attention to the news, you'll know I'm not just a little girl. Aw, and look at you little boys, armed with nothing to threaten me with, except your laughable cocky attitude. It doesn't get you places you know, my friend. I once showcased an attitude like that when I was a kid–"

"You still are a kid, slut," he hissed.

"I'm seventeen. Barely a kid. I'm not a slut either, but of course men like you are always so judgemental. Judgemental people make me mad, and trust me, you don't want to make a girl like me mad." I then lowered my voice as my mind chortled at my little jokes. "It can get a bit messy," I whispered, in a voice that spilled with the insanity, boiling me up.

"And don't think I don't know who you are," Enigma piped up. "You're that douchebag who assaulted my stepdad at his work in the bar."

I gasped in gleeful delight, grinning at Enigma.

"Oh, so you know this man!" I squealed, pretending to be oblivious to knowing of their story. She nodded, knowing of my approach, managing to smile back. "Oh my god, how precious is this?!"

"How the fuck do you know me, you little slut?" he demanded.

"I'd watch your mouth, big man," she snarled. "If you don't remember, it was not long ago you attacked my dad, who's an amazing quiz master at–"

"Oh! You mean that faggot Nygma?!" They all burst into scolding laughter. "So you're his kid?!"

"His stepdaughter."

"Oh yeah, I remember you! What's with the clown outfit, sweetheart?" He laughed into our faces. "Yeah, I remember you, the daughter, but you're a step-daughter, are you? Yeah, because Nygma hasn't got the balls to create kids of his own, the faggot!"

Enigma then attempted to launch herself at him, but I reacted quickly, shooting around and holding her back by my hand.

"Aw, they must be two lesbians!" one of them jeered. "Look how she's keeping her calm and collected! Don't want to get too excited for the tit-licking session later!"

I sharply snapped myself around again, displaying the knife in front of their faces again, darting it dangerously close to their skin, making them all back off, suddenly. I handed my gun to Enigma, who now held both of our guns, so tightly, her knuckles' skin could rip through to reveal her bones. Frank and his gang weren't laughing anymore.

"Such a funny coincidence that someone Enigma hates turns up conveniently out of nowhere," I sighed, happily, although I knew this wasn't the case. "Thirty million people in this goddamn city and it's you who turns up, huh? Remarkable. Well, maybe not, because, uh...I know she lives around this part, Riverside, and so do you, so uh..."

"You made a twat out of him, that night!" Enigma suddenly shouted. "I know it was you, Frank Falino! You assaulted him because you think he's a freak, and now he's wrongly locked up in Blackgate because of you! At least he's smart unlike you'll ever be, Frank!"

"Calm down, honey," I soothed, in a purposely perilous tone of voice. "We'll sort this guy out, because let me tell you something, Frank, you know what we've decided to do? Well…me, anyway…show men, that women are not possessions to be made of, but...doing it in the only way that I know how. Cruelty. Yes, unfortunately, guys, in this big wide universe...sometimes we have to be cruel to be kind. Men are nothing but selfish assholes anyway. We've gone and killed a dozen of people tonight, you know, and we loved every minute."

"You must be joking," Frank foolishly said. "You two freakish little squirts trying to take on us? We're twice your size, freak!"

"And what exactly should I be scared of right now, hmm?" I questioned, gently, in a patronising tone. "Tell this…feeble little girl what she should be so frightened of."

"What should I be scared of?" Frank scoffed.

"You're the biggest fool I've ever come across!" I squealed, mockingly. "Don't you know...what this freak...has done to people in this City?"

"Yeah, with The Joker, you've killed a few people and waltzed around thinking you're a little badass. Thinking we should all be scared of you?"

"I am my own person."

"Which is why you have that faggoty quizmaster's kid as your apparent partner in crime?"

I sighed and shook my head on sarcastic disappointment, once again holding Enigma in place, as she flinched in anger.

"She's my best friend," I spat, angrily. "Shame the world is full of incorruptible assholes like you, who thinks they're better than anyone else."

"And it's also a fucking shame that there are scumbags like you who terrorise cities and kill innocent people like you."

I stared at him, my eyes creasing with pure hatred now. It was almost like I felt the sparkle of kill in my eye at that moment.

It was so hard not to plunge the knife into him right then.

You're not going to let him call you those things are you? they growled, deafeningly in my head. He doesn't know the truth! The real truth!

"You're just a jerk," Enigma hissed, coming up behind me. "You're one to talk about scumbags. You lot and your big, bad, brother terrorised my family, remember, you bastard!"

"Yeah, ages ago," he mumbled.

"Leave him alone, whore," one of his pals snapped.

"I'm sorry but you look exactly the same as you did that night," Enigma went on. "Bet you've been laughing the whole time about what you've done, you cunt. Got nothing better to do with you dumb life than to make out everyone's just like you. What…brings you here in this alleyway tonight anyway with these lot? Why you not here by yourself? Do you have to have your cronies holding your hand, you dumb fuck?"

"Good question, Enigma," I said, nodding. A crafty grin appeared on my face, and I chuckled heartily when I saw their eyes widen in delicious worry. "Why are you lot here?" I interrogated. "Just chilling smoking weed? Come out to steel something on a break from the bar? Looking for a typical street fight like you thugs do?"

"None of your business!" Frank spat, cowardly.

Enigma and I exploded into laughter.

"Probably too scared to tell," Enigma snickered.

"Yeah, hon, and you know what?" I chortled, still laughing hard. "Because he won't tell us, we won't tell him why we're here either!"

"And no, it's not to fuck in an alleyway!" Enigma squealed with laughter.

Our cackles echoed in the alleyway. Enigma's laugh began to sound just as mad as my own laughter. I saw Frank take another step away from us.

"Looks like someone's seeing some sense and trying to run away from us!" I cried, triumphantly. "But, uh...should we really let these down-graders get away?"

"Not after what he did to my dad!" Enigma shouted, her voice having a beautiful edge of loathing. She pointed at Frank with her gun. "But all of them joined in on this bullying!"

"That's the spirit, girl!" I laughed. They all remained frozen. "Aw, what's the matter? I thought you were so keen to take us on, big men! Here you are, acting like a bunch of crime bosses when in fact you're nothing but cowards! You honestly think I wouldn't use this knife?!" My eyes climbed up to the man on Frank's left. He scowled at me with a disgusted glare, looking at me like I was a mess a dog had made on the floor. Without looking back at Enigma, I then addressed her, in a beastly instructive voice. "Finish 'em off, but I'll take care of this so-called Frank…for now."

"But..." Enigma stammered.

They all took several paces backwards.

I was waiting for my mind to say kill, but this time, it didn't have a chance. My powerful adrenaline gave my feet an uplifting boost. It made me launch myself at the guy who had had been staring at me, something which I can't stand. He gasped as I plunged my knife into his ribs, so suddenly, I even shocked myself with how fast I managed to get away with the murder. I looked on in pleasure, as he howled in pain, and echoed a puppy like whimper.

The look on his face was exactly like mine when the voices took over my mind. When they wouldn't shut up. When they wouldn't leave me alone. His eyes were tightly shut, tears sprinting down his pink cheeks, making his dirty sideburns gleam with red water. It was so empowering to know I was giving someone a taste of my own horrific medicine. It was hilarious. So hilarious that I couldn't control my cackles as I lunged the knife out of him, saw him clatter down, powerless at my feet, and kick him in the head.

I left him to rot and die at my feet as I smiled up at his three wannabe criminal friends, two of which were staggering quickly away from my attack, and Frank pinning himself against the wall, his face bleeding with horror and, more delightfully, shock.

"Hey, you two!" I called, in hysterical insanity after them. "Don't leave now, we're only just getting started on showing you shouldn't underestimate me!"

"I gotcha!" Enigma cried behind me.

Without even looking back at her, I knew immediately she was going to load her gun, and I was right. I heard that wonderful clicking of the loading gun, pierce my pumping eardrums, and without even getting a second to take it in, two bullets soared past my right, which I dodged out of the way for, as the two guys were far out on my right side, foolishly, very close together. In fact, like pathetic, frightened little children running from a miniscule spider on the wall, they were almost clinging onto each other, running down to the end of the alleyway, attempting to escape our sights.

Alas, Enigma successfully shot both of them down with her first two bullets. They died silently. I darted around and stared at a smug Enigma, who lowered the gun to her side. I raised my bushy eyebrows in astonishment.

"Good shot, girl," I praised, still giggling. "Not bad for...for just a little beginner, a mad redhead."

"Well, I was getting fucking sick of them," she mumbled. "Trying to think we're not for real."

We then, simultaneously, looked at Frank. I glared at him, with gleaming, threatening eyes.

"I wouldn't think about moving," I threatened, remorseless.

"You...you..." he grunted.

"Yes...me. Think I'm not dangerous now, huh?!"

"You're...you're such a..."

"Ooh, I'm a what? Write all this down, Niggy! I can't wait to hear all the insults I've been called a thousand times!"

"You're a sick bitch!" he screamed.

"That's a new one," I scoffed, sarcastically.

"You're heartless!"

"Thank you."

"Look at what you've done!"

"I know."

"Look at what you've done, you douchebag!" Enigma yelled.

"How...how could you...?" Frank huffed at me.

"What happened to the big man, huh?" I scolded. "I can still see you're trying to be, by having the guts not to run away, but it still seems to me like the little boy has arrived!"

I squealed with laughter into his face. He grunted loudly, and suddenly his hands grabbed my neck, making me cackle, mockingly. He swiftly spun me around, and then had me jammed against the wall by my throat, replacing where he had been. He was still a laughable man, even after finally making his move on me.

"Hey, let go of her, asshole!" Enigma cried.

"It's okay, Enigma," I choked in his grasp, reassuringly. "I got this."

"Seems like I was wrong about you," Frank said.

"Indeed," I piped, grinning.

"Shut up!" he bellowed. "I just thought everyone made a big deal out of you because you're a teenage girl who's clearly insane, but in actual fact, you were nothing to worry about...but oh hell, was I wrong. You are just as evil as he is!"

"And you're just as idiotic as the rest of the damn world," I snarled.

"I said to the remaining crime bosses that if ever I crossed you, I'd take you down easily, because–"

"Wait...are you a crime boss?" I gasped in delight.

"I'm not, but my big brother is."

"You're just as horrid brother who held a gun to my dad, and for some reason isn't here right now!" Enigma sneered.

"He worked with Salvatore Maroni," Frank went on, "the guy who agreed to a deal with The Joker and lost half his money and then died in a car crash because of Harvey Dent!"

"So you know a lot about crime, do ya?" I ridiculed him. "Such a wonderful role model you are."

"You do realise everyone's on your tracks now they've dealt with The Joker and he's in Arkham, staying out of trouble?"

"Oh really?" I gasped, my voice flooding with sarcasm. "You really think I didn't know?!"

"My brother made an announcement on the TV this early afternoon, on GCN, perhaps neither of you saw it?"

"No," Enigma and I both said.

"He said, after losing half of the money, thanks to you and that lunatic clown...we're so desperate for revenge on you freaks. And so, on behalf of Salvatore Maroni, he said to the news, that whoever can bring you to him and the mob, dead or alive…I mean whoever…gets rewarded by him."

"Rewarded?" I guffawed. "With what? Money?!"

"Yes," Frank said. "A lot of money."

"That's ridiculous!" I cried. "Isn't that something they did in 16th century England?! Reward people for tracking down a criminal?! And didn't The Joker come with a reward anyway? If he lost a load of your dollars, why would your big brother give away the rest of his money away?!"

"You didn't let me finish, loud-mouth," he snapped. "If you haven't forgotten, the crime bosses aren't exactly happy with The Joker at the moment. Because of him so many of their leading bosses died. Many of me and my brother's friends. The mob lost half their money because Joker broke his word to kill the Batman. He's nothing but a manipulative, insane, murderous freak. He's a criminal that kills criminals. Plus, the cops wanted him gone just as much as us, and now he's where he belongs, in an asylum, along with his loony lover Harley Quinn, and even the cops are looking for his other accomplice, you. I think it's the first time the cops and the crime family have wanted the same thing."

"I'm no accomplice," I snarled, seeing Frank's face turn red.

I felt the anger crawl into my head, causing it to pound furiously. I scowled at the man in front of me. The fact that enemies were working together made my blood start to bubble in my throbbing veins. My head started propelling out of control in its usual unpredictable suddenness.

"And so, the bosses, with my brother's help, are trying to get their money back by kicking your little girl ass," Frank continued, starting to smile. "Knowing the cops want you gone as well, so there doesn't have to be anymore murders, and the mob want you gone so you don't manipulate us like The Joker did, because we know you'll try to, well…knowing we both want you gone just makes this easier to get all of our money back." He smiled at my puzzled, but interested look. "Once you're out of the way, dead, or alive in Arkham, either gets you out of the way, the city can rest and no more people will have to die. So…we were thinking, either, we got rid of you ourselves, or handed you over to the cops, either way we get our revenge, because you'll be gone."

"You're so fake!" Enigma yelled. "You're such a fake person, you're a thief and a criminal so why would you care about Jane?! And how exactly will you get your money back by handing him over to the cops?! Dumbass!"

"They want rid of you so badly, especially after what you did to the commissioner's son, that I bet even Gordon will go too soft and offer his own dosh to anyone, even a thug like me, who can get your seventeen-year-old ass in Arkham and to stay there," Frank explained, ignoring Enigma's comment.

"Ha! You admitted you're a thug!" I laughed.

"Yeah, I'm proud of what I am," he grunted. "You know something, little girl? We reckon if we handed you to Gordon, he'll have just enough to make up for the money you lost."

"That The Joker lost, not me," I pointed out. "And it wouldn't be half of what you're after anyway!"

"I reckon Commissioner Gordon's getting a bit soft in his old age, don't you think?" Frank spat. "Imagine me and my brother handing you to him, the girl who tortured his little boy, and don't think nobody knows about that, you bitch. It was all over the news. Gordon's so heroic about his family and shit, especially after breaking down last night. He'll surely give us money for helping him and ourselves out. So…if I am right, and you're not as dangerous as everyone makes you out to be, then–"

"Did you not see what I just did, you total idiot?!" I screeched.

"Yes!" he yelled, slamming my head against the wall, causing it to reel heavily. "You two just killed my friends! And what for? For nothing!" He paused as he licked the inside of his mouth, as I giggled at his ludicrous intimidation. "There's nothing like revenge," he then added, softly.

"Oh I agree," I said, in that possessive voice, which escaped again. "That's all my motivation is, you know. Getting revenge on people who broke me. Men, for example. All men have ever done to me has treated me like a piece of their property. You see this scar on my left shoulder? That was caused by a man. My ex-boyfriend...I never missed my daily argument with him. I loved him, you know, and I got so tired of seeing him sad. I just wanted us to be happy, but I feel like it was all my fault. My dominant paranoia wouldn't leave my mind. It's made me cautious of men now. Using a knife is better on them, you know."

"Do you ever shut up?"

"Do you?" I giggled. "Women talk a lot, you know that. All men like you...all you ever want is money. It's all that motivates you, isn't it?"

"You know, I was thinking about just taking you and Nygma's kid to my brother so he could take you in, keep you alive, and take you to Arkham," Frank said, "but now…" His grip started to become stronger around my neck, making it sound like I had paperclips jammed in my throat, as I sniggered more. I could feel the aggression pumping through his hand, as he choked me harder. Although I felt like my windpipe would burst at any moment, I continued giggling like the madwoman I am. "Now, I'm just thinking…just hand you in as a corpse," Frank sneered. "We'll get our money from Gordon either way, because he'll have what he wants, just like us. Then everyone's a winner."

"Ha!" I scolded. "You, killing me? You wouldn't!"

"You really think so?!" he growled, choking me harder, but I just continued to cackle, so it echoed throughout the shadowy alleyway.

"Harvey Dent would be ashamed," I tutted. "Cops working with crime bosses just because a young girl kills a few people. What is this world coming to?"

"We're not working together," he snapped. "I'm just doing what we all want, and in return, we'll negotiate with the commissioner, and hey presto, the money we lost is returned from Gordon's back pocket. And now, with you killing all my pals, this…is the perfect opportunity…because I am no means a happy man right now…"

"I knew you're nothing but a money grabbing asshole!" Enigma cried. "Look what you did to my dad and my family just to get money! And now you're doing this!"

"Serves you both right, killing my friends in front of me," Frank hissed, his voice sounding cold. "You just said revenge is the key, you dumb bitch. Why not…get mine? For killing my friends. You may have done that, but there's no way you're really strong enough to escape me now. Not you, not that faggot's kid either."

"Be careful what you're saying, Frankie boy," I snickered. "I tortured the commissioner's son you know, and...I...loved...every moment of it."

"Just take him down, Jane!" Enigma shouted. "Let me beat him up! I can't stand this arrogant bastard anymore! I want to beat the shit out of him!"

"Metoo," I said, calmly.

"You killed them!" Frank shouted, his phlegm bulleting me in my face.

"I know!" I yelled back.

"What do you want with me, anyway?!" Frank demanded.

I paused, as my laughter stiffened, before stopping completely. The voices flooded my mind, and they wouldn't stop now.

This was it. Frank has pushed me too far. I remained unreadable in my face to him.

"You've pushed me to the limit, big boy..." I spat, now glaring at the man before me. "Think you can underestimate me, huh?"

"You're not trying very hard to fight me, are you, you bitch? You're just willingly letting me humiliate you right now."

"Not yet. Once you have the actual guts to try and take me and Enigma to your so-called crime boss brother, like you keep repeatedly saying, then...I'll get angry. Very. Angry. There's no point making a move yet, because for some reason, you won't stop talking, because, like everybody else, you think giving me a lecture is going to change my ways. Ha! I'm not dumb, you know, Frankie...listening to everything you're telling could be extremely useful to me...it'll only give a troublesome teenager like me more and more ideas and, uh...uh…motives. Did you think about that, hmm?" Enigma and I both started to giggle when we saw his panicked expression, his mouth clattering open and shutting, making stuttered unrecognisable words. "You fucking idiot!" I cackled. "If you were that logical, you should have known a girl like me...a girl eager to gain revenge wherever she goes...wouldn't have something up her sleeve."

I gave him a cheeky wink, as I slickly carried out my quickly devised move, that I had been thinking of, as he was explaining his motive for getting his money back, getting his apparent 'revenge'. I still had Ivy's bottle of liquid toxin, hidden safely at the back of my skirt pocket. Frank was holding me by the throat with one of his large hands, the other hand pinning my right arm, which held the bloody knife, against the wall. My left arm could still writhe free, and I wafted it heftily at that moment, before sneaking it to the back of my skirt. I didn't take my eyes of his hilariously exaggerated expression of alarm, and smirked as I saw his eyes journey down to where my hand was going to collect the bottle. He gasped loudly, and with a panicked grunt, he grabbed my other arm and jammed it against the wall, leaving my neck to finally inhale the cool air.

Laughing mockingly, I rose my leg sharply, and as high as I could, so my heel stabbed his lower area, and Frank jerked backwards. My kick was so forceful, Frank nearly fell backwards, but more so in surprise. Enigma laughed hysterically as my kick forced him to let go of me and grab his crotch where I had harshly bolted him.

"Dumbass!" Enigma cursed, as she herself, ploughed another huge kick into his lower area. As he grabbed it in pain, Enigma took her chance and pushed him to the ground with all her might, which was blatantly fuelled with the most anger I'd ever seen out of her, giving me time to recover from Frank's painful choking on my throat. "I hate you!" she screamed. "I hate you! Why did you do that to my family?! For your own pleasure?!"

"Now, now, Enigma," I soothed, joining her, looking down upon the scumbag at our feet. I now had the toxin bottle in one hand, and my knife in the other. "I said to you before we'll deal with this piece of shit." I kicked him again in between his legs, with all my strength, making us both laugh as he groaned in pain. "I hate you money-corrupted asshole."

"I hate you murderer," he snarled.

That's when I shot down on top of him, jamming him down onto the floor with my whole bodyweight. I immediately placed the knife under his neck and with a cunning smirk plastered onto my lips, started gently tracing the knife across his neck, to make sure he wouldn't start to fight me back.

"What are you doing?" Enigma gasped.

"Relax, Enigma," I panted. "Be a dear and sit on his leg, will ya? To make sure he doesn't try and escape and try to take me to his big brother?" Enigma did exactly that. "You know, Frank, I didn't come down here with Enigma to kill ya…" I breathed, still caressing the blade on his spotty neck. I popped a large zit on his neck, so blood started slowly drizzling down. I grinned broadly. "Enigma actually was the one who wanted to get her revenge on you for what you did."

"What I did was right!" he exclaimed, a tinge of fear gripping her voice.

"What?!" Enigma roared.

"Calm down, Niggy," I whispered, dangerously. "I have a solution to this problem."

Keeping the knife firmly under his neck, I lifted the perfume glass of Ivy's special toxin in my other hand.

"What's that?" Frank snapped. "Some sort of–"

"Perfume, it is," I lied. "Something to make you smell nicer."

"Princess Jane, what are you thinking?" Enigma asked, still sitting on his legs, pinning him down.

"I'm thinking…this man is scared of, as he puts it, two little girls!" I laughed, mercilessly into his face. "I'm thinking he's just made one hell of a huge mistake telling us everything!"

"You little scumbag needed to know that no one is with you, they are against you," Frank hissed. "Even the mob hate you."

"Do you really think I look like a girl who gives two flying fucks?" I questioned. "Hmm? I am so glad you told me, because now I know who my targets are, and thanks to your stupid big mouth, your brother, the one who advised for me to be shot dead or thrown in a cell, is in very grave danger now!"

"N-No!" Frank cried. "You won't hurt him!"

"Oh, I will, Frank," I laughed. "I'll hurt him a lot, for thinking he could just do that to me and think I wouldn't find out! And I won't show any hint of empathy, because it's mentally impossible to. Why should I care about your self-righteousness, anyway?"

"P-Please…don't hurt my brother…" Frank whimpered.

"Ah, now you're showing your true colours, aren't you?!" I cried, triumphantly, smirking deceitfully. "Think you might just have to calm yourself down for a minute."

I started quickly spraying the toxin into the very core of his skin surrounding his face. He started to cough and splutter relentlessly, almost violently, like he could spew vomit up on me at any moment. I just watched on, happily. I folded my arms with arrogance and lifted myself up, away from his jerking head. Enigma crawled around to see Frank's intoxication. He squirmed vigorously, as if he were a little kid trapped in a tight sleeping bag. Enigma snorted back her laughter, but I continued watching him suffer, with pure pleasure etched across my face.

Frank eventually inhaled a huge gasp for air, and coughed aggressively several times, cursing his last few words, before his face flopped to the side with a heavy thud, and he was motionless, with lidded eyes.

I climbed off him and kicked his side, to make sure the toxin had fully engulfed him into an amnesic sleep.

"Woah," Enigma exclaimed, getting to her feet herself.

"Pretty cool, huh?" I chuckled. "Ivy's a genius with this thing. I was I could make things like this."

"Is he dead?" Enigma asked.

"No, he'll just sleep for an hour or so," I reminded her. "And then when he wakes up, he won't remember the last twenty-four hours. I'm guessing Ivy put some memory eraser of some kind in this. It's brilliant. Give me my gun back."

"So…now what?" Enigma inquired, passing my gun back to me, after I'd put the toxin bottle back in my pocket.

"I worked it all out while he was telling all about what his so-called brother has tried to do," I explained, grinning at her. "I knew the toxins would pass him out and deject his memory for a bit, so when he wakes up, he won't remember who we are."

"And then…then we attack him, right?"

"Well…I meant what I said…when I told him I was going to kill his brother, and I am. What's his brother's name?"

"Johnny, I think."

"Well this Johnny is going to have one hell of a comeuppance, to show him…he's not what he makes out to be. Frank? He is yours to deal with. For your revenge. That has nothing to do with me, I'm fair, you see. So, listen to me, here's what you're going to do. There's only one way to make this fun."

"What?"

"Hide behind that wall," I instructed, pointing to the end of the alleyway we arrived from, "out of his sight. Wait for him to wake up. Try and stay out of his sight, and when he comes around and gets up to leave, the other end of this alleyway, the way he came, follow him. I guarantee he'll go back to his home, or to someone's house, or a building of some sort, at least, where I also have a feeling in my bones that his brother will be there, too. If not, demand where he is, and if he doesn't move his ass there, kill Frank straight away, but I have a feeling his brother will be at this place. While you do that, I'll ring Ivy and tell her everything, and ask her to meet you at wherever his home is when you tell her the time is right, I'll also message her your number so she can communicate with you. I'll ask her to go steal some gasoline, rope, tape, and a few matchsticks while she's out, to meet you with, and there, you can tape the two brothers up when you meet at the location. In…separate rooms, you understand? That is important. They must be apart. I'm killing his brother in a different room to you. Ivy will then inform me this has all happened on the phone, I'll arrive, and I'll deal with Johnny in one room, and you and Ivy can kill and do whatever you want with Frank in the other. You'll need Ivy's help to take them both down, since she has a good kick and all that. I won't join you until later, as it will be a…nice surprise for them. But listen here, Niggy, do not phone for Ivy to join you when you've already gone in the house. Ring her before you enter and encounter the brothers, then that way you can both burst in and give them a pleasant surprise!" I laughed hard. "You stay outside that door, to make sure he doesn't leave, without being seen! I guarantee you, this will work!"

"But isn't that a bit creepy?" Enigma said. "Following him back to his house, like some sort of stalker? And how do I even know that's where he's going to go? And what if he spots me?"

"You worry too much, Enigma," I chuckled. "If you're sneaky, you can follow him back, you just have to be careful. If he spots you, then just walk in another direction, but keeping a close eye on him, and then follow him again when he heads down another path. Got it?"

"Got it…sort of."

"Good. Now go, if someone rings you, it'll be Ivy. You got your phone, right?"

"Yeah, in my pants' pocket."

"Good, now, I'll see you, later, and be strong, don't be weak. We're so close, aren't we? So close to getting his just reward, and then we're off to Blackgate to rescue your daddy. See ya."

"But where are you going to go while Ivy and I do all this?"

"Back to the van to…to chill."

"Okay, just be careful."

"You alright?" I asked, in a playful voice, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, of course," she said, bravely.

"You're not nervous, are you?" I questioned, tauntingly.

"No," she insisted.

"Heh. I'm glad." Enigma and I walked the way we came, Enigma curling up behind the wall, ready to patiently carry out the plan. "Bye," I said, blankly, before sauntering away, the path we came.

I rocketed back to the van, the route Enigma had shown me, putting my knife in my pocket, as I ran (which is not recommended). I managed to make it back without crossing anyone, as this side of the neighbourhood was so abandoned, that no one walked the streets, which is strange for a city with thirty million people suffering in it. (I kind of hoped they weren't roaming the streets because they were scared The Joker or I would appear).

I crawled behind the back of the van, when I made it ther, my breathing distorted, my arms prickling goosebumps, due to the chill that was atmospherically blasting over in the night.

I rang Ivy and told her everything straight away. She immediately complied, sounding dementedly excited, although she was still in the store at the time, describing herself "in the middle of a room of dead bodies with a gorgeous emerald on her finger."

After that, it was the case of playing the waiting game. I sat very quietly, my finger still tapping on the hammer of my gun beside me, the adrenaline refusing to tranquilise its waves of blood thumping through every inch of me.

I closed my eyes, and just casually listened to the voices inside my head. None of them were kind. Well were any of them ever?

Overpowering them all, was a soothing tone of voice, male, that was complete with a baritone chuckle. His gentle voice was intriguing and loving. I heard a shrill squeal of a young girl, followed by his deep laughter of joy.

I heard the word Shaylee. I heard the word dad. I heard the word worthless.

And then I heard the word Chase.

I flinched when I felt Chase's soft hand come upon mine, and although I knew it wasn't there in reality, I squeezed my palm in his. I looked up, to see his sparkling green gems and raven locks with the ends dipped in the finest crimson colour I had seen. I saw his kind smile that made butterflies start to flutter inside my stomach. I heard him whisper something inaudible, but it was so soft and gentle I couldn't give a care if I didn't hear it or not.

I then looked to my right, where I saw a vision of The Joker above me, holding one of his cards between his fingers. He raised an eyebrow to me, questionably.

And then…

It hurts too much to describe what happened next, but what I will say, is that I found myself in a colossal breakdown. Dad and Chase were telling me different things, trying to battle each other over with their words to me, and my head got too confused and paranoid. All I remember is shrieking hysterically to make them stop, until my throat became sore, sobbing onto the concrete, and my face paint smearing onto the parking lot floor beneath me.

It kills me because I don't want that to happen anymore. I'm so tired of having to calm myself down from the clutches of my mind.

I don't want to be a weakling like Shaylee was.

All the doubt and paranoia is destroying me, and every day I don't show it, and cover it up with my heartless, unfeeling, almost psychopathic alter-ego, because it hurts too much to try and have a good nature.

Being good has led to nothing but pain in my life, and that's the main reason why I went through a maniacal breakdown, that turned me into my psychotic alter-ego, because Shaylee had given up on everything in life, as all it did was turn around and stab her in the back.

Shaylee was dead.

I don't need to tell you how I feel using fancy words and metaphors, you probably wouldn't understand anyway. In the end, I try and say it how it is, otherwise no one would understand, or at least try to.

My breakdown was so rampaging, I fell asleep on the bitterly cold pavement to escape it.

My cell phone vibrated loudly a few hours later, awaking me from a terrible dream. My tears were creaming my face paint until it started to stream down my face. Laying there for a few hours was just what I needed to take the insanity all in. Sometimes, experiencing the madness is better in a situation with zero chaos. It may seem bizarre to you, but to me, it was nice to just lie and sob for a few hours, especially after witnessing Chase and dad try to take over my mind again.

I exhaled deeply, and instantly answered my phone, seeing as it was in fact Ivy calling me.

"Where are you?" is what I snapped when I answered the call.

"Hey, beauty, you were right!" Ivy squealed. "Everything's worked out swimmingly. Enigma followed Frank back to his brother's own fancy mansion, and guess what?! His brother was here too, when I joined her with all the stuff you told me to get, and now we did exactly as you said and we have them hostage! They certainly didn't expect me to crash their house! Ha! Enigma's done so well, she followed Frank Falino all the way back without him noticing! We fought hard, and they nearly killed us, but I used my toxins again to make sure they didn't get away, oh it was so funny–"

"Where are you?!" I demanded, again.

"Alright, I was just telling you we did it–"

"As I knew you would. Enigma needed you, otherwise she would have definitely been killed by that…that idiot. Where are you? I'll come crash the party, too."

"66 Vale Avenue," Ivy answered. "Come quickly, baby girl!"

"I'm on my way," I giggled.

I was stunned they managed to do it in just a few hours. I thought I was going to be there until midnight, to be honest, but the time on my phone only read 22:17.

Shows that Enigma's anger to get revenge on this man was flaring up to create her own madness, almost too rapidly for even my comfort.

I guess insanity really does rub off on others.

Adrenaline pumping and eyes drying up immediately, I made my way out of the parking lot as quickly as possible, gathering my things, and hurriedly found a cab rank nearby, using my gun for the driver to speed me to the location. I shot him through the skull when he parked outside the large, picturesque house of Frank and Johnny Falino.

I kicked down the front door, clutching onto my gun, the voices guiding me to the maximum madness.

The instant I entered the building, I heard childish cackling coming from the largest room up ahead. I slammed the door behind me, and carefully made my way through the hallways, following the sounds of this malicious laughter.

I soon found Poison Ivy and Enigma in a large bedroom, each of them holding a pillow, and like they were both seven year old girls at a slumber party, they were thrashing the pillows into Frank's face, who was helplessly tied onto the bed, grunting and cursing at them. His hands were strapped to the headboard, with a long length of some powerful, untearable tape around his wrists, and his legs were trapped stiff too, with some thick, large rope pinning his feet onto the bed, going all the way underneath the bed to keep it in place.

Ivy and Enigma were having such a joyous time hitting him repeatedly with pillows, they didn't hear me enter the room. Frank certainly did, however. When his face wasn't being walloped by a pillow, his eyes widened at me, and I saw him trying to write away, but he was completely jammed against the bed, unable to escape.

It was only when Ivy knocked over a lamp, which landed at my feet, she noticed me, when going to pick it up.

"Hey, Princess Jane!" she sang.

"Ivy, Niggy," I chuckled. "What on earth are you doing?"

"Having some fun, before we get our hands dirty on this guy," Ivy replied.

"Oh, I see," I breathed, smirking at Frank. I then looked at Enigma, who was scowling a disgusted look at Frank. "I have to say, Enigma, I can't believe you managed to follow him all the way here without him noticing you!"

"According to her," Frank grunted, nodding towards Enigma, "I did spot her, but when I came home I thought she'd left me alone, and then, apparently, what she said, all of sudden, she and this…this…plant woman barged into my brother's house and instantly sprayed us both with this weird sleeping toxin or whatever it is! And now I don't even know what's happening to me!"

"That's the point, numbskull," Ivy mocked.

"Who are you freaks?!" he demanded, making all three of us laugh. "What's happened?!"

"Oh dear, I think you're going to have to tell him everything of what's happened today," I told them. "Since he's, uh…struggling to remember the last twenty-four hours. Perhaps you better explain to him what's happened, eh, Enigma?"

"Sure, I'll happily tell him," Enigma grinned. "I'm sure he'll remember further than that, though, like, uh…what he did to my stepdad Edward Nygma."

"Nygma?" Frank spluttered. "What that faggot? You're his kid?!"

"Whoa, this toxin really is a memory eraser!" I snickered. "So, Ivy, where's Frank Falino's brother for me to play with?"

"Upstairs, second room on the right," Ivy explained. "It's a bedroom like this one, but a bit smaller. He's tied up in there, just like you wanted."

"And did you leave my gasoline and matches in there?" I asked, sternly. "You know, in case I wanna use them."

"Yes, I left them in there," Ivy said.

"Well, I'll leave you two to gain Enigma's sweet revenge!" I chimed. "And remember, Ivy, you're just there to help her, not to kill Frank! Enigma will do that herself! Have fun, ladies!"

I left there room and shut the door behind, so I could only here muffled laughter and taunting.

I followed Ivy's directions, discovering the large staircase and following it all the way up, until I was face to face with the room in question.

Upon entering the room, I could feel that Enigma was showing her own madness already, just purely by her actions, and determination to help her family, in the cruellest way.

It made me grin, and escape a low chuckle as I turned the door handle to the room where my crime boss victim lay, ready for me to humiliate them.

If only my father could have seen me at that moment.

When I entered the smaller bedroom, with nothing more than a dim lampshade, lighting up the room, creating the gloomiest brightness I'd ever seen, I saw that a simple small bottle of gasoline was planted on the bedside table. The tiniest drop slid down the bottle, making me smirk as I shut the door behind me. Locking it firmly by the black key in the lock, I took a few small steps forward, to the victim, a middle-aged man with a gleaming bald head of sweat.

Just like Frank in the other room I had left, this man's hands were strapped to the headboard by thick ropes (not tape) that were impossible to squirm out of, with a large rope pinning his feet to the bed, snaking all the way under the bed, clinging my victim to the bed completely, so he was completely unable to escape me. However, unlike Frank, he was gagged, which was dampening with his drool.

Another thing I was confused about, was that he was African-American.

My mind immediately spiralled into its usual maniacal paranoia.

This couldn't have been Frank's criminal boss brother. They looked nothing alike. I know sometimes siblings don't look alike, but this time it was like two totally different people. Frank was pale, with a mousey appearance, Johnny was a black man, who actually looked like a handsome stallion. Enigma and Ivy had surely got the wrong person for me. Maybe they were too invested in their adrenaline they didn't realise it was the wrong man. I couldn't have been betrayed by my partners in crime.

Acquiring this raged thought, I stormed over to the side of the bed, throwing my gun aside, and showcasing my blood-spattered knife from my pocket. His brown eyes followed me, with what seemed to be fear. I grunted and violently ripped the gag from his mouth and threw it over my shoulder. He coughed and gasped loudly for air, as he glanced up at my scowl, as I climbed on top of him, now restraining him to the bed for sure with the rest of his body, and my spit bulleted into his face as I yelled.

"Who are you?!" I screamed, hysterically. I prodded my knife into his face, making him wince in disturbance. I leaned over and my other hand choked his neck. "You fucking bastard!" I screeched. "Tell me who you are now!"

"I'm Johnny Falino!" he yelled.

"No!" I shouted. "Brother of Frank Falino?! Johnny Falino, the crime boss?!"

"Yes, you crazy bitch!" he barked.

"Don't...push me there, cunt," I threatened. "How can you possibly be Frank's brother? He's white, you're black! Is this some kind of joke?!"

"We are brothers!" he insisted. "Adopted brothers!"

I paused. "Oh...oh, I see..." I said, my voice and mind suddenly calm.

"Yes!" Johnny gasped.

"Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?" I chuckled, removing myself away from his face and sitting up on his body, keeping him jolted down with my bodyweight. "So, he was adopted by your parents or were you by his?"

"Me by his mother," he said.

"Ah, right," I said, still calm. "Interesting."

I was watching him closely, as I towered above him. He glared at me, wriggling helplessly. I snickered at how pathetic he looked in my mercy. His reeking breath was quickening, as I twirled my knife handle in my gloved fingers.

"What do you want with me, freak?" he demanded, his voice sharp. "What has happened here?"

"I'm presuming Enigma and Poison Ivy told you everything," I said.

"They told me they had me and my brother hostage under your orders," he groaned. "I know who you are."

"Who am I?"

"Jane Price."

"Princess Jane Price, Clown Princess of Crime, Blowing Things to My Kingdom Come," I corrected, pointing obviously at my tiara. "But I'll let you off. Have Ivy and Enigma been up here to tell you what's happened today before they went downstairs again, hmm?"

"Yes, they did," he said. "Told me you were behind all of this. They told me they wanted revenge on my brother, but they didn't tell me why! That woman in the green told me he's going to die, and I want to know why! I may never see him again! They took us hostage, and all of this is on your orders!"

"Ah, under my orders, but not my desire," I declared, gleefully. I stroked my knife like it was a kitten, but keeping my eyes solely on his disturbed expression. "You see, Johnny, you and your brother, have caused a lot of grief for one of my old friends recently," I went on, "framing her stepfather for fraud."

"You mean Edward Nygma?"

"Yeah, that's the guy!" I chirruped. "Apparently, your adopted brother, you and a couple of your friends, terrorised his family, eventually framing Nygma for fraud, believing he had some sort of criminal work within his job. According to my friend, you held Nygma at gunpoint outside a bar."

"Nygma attacked my brother first, you think I wouldn't be angry?!" Johnny growled.

"Absolutely, but there was no need to frame him for a fake criminal conspiracy, he allegedly was using with his riddles, now was there?"

"What's it got to do with you, anyway?"

"It's everything to do with me. My best friend, Nygma's stepdaughter, who witnessed everything, including you and your, uh…adopted brother holding a gun to him, she came running to me heartbroken, the sweet thing, and, uh...I helped her to see the light. Now, as Enigma–"

"She is Enigma?!" he roared. "One of those women who told me my brother is gonna die?! That bitch who has my brother in the other room?! The one helping that other crazy bitch, who knocked me out and sprayed me with God only knows what?!"

"Yes, yes, well worked out," I laughed.

"But–!"

"Shut up!" I barked, racing to putting him at knifepoint, the knife dangerously close to his face, after feeling a powerful adrenaline rush bounce through me. "Now, you see, after me making her see the light, and convincing her to get her sweet revenge, she will, tonight. With Ivy's help. All your friends that helped you and Frank are dead, you know, did they forget to mention that bit?" His breathing became louder, with a furious edge to it. "Shame you weren't there, sweetie, it was a fun scene. But now, I'm kinda glad I only get to see you now, like this. Like a pathetic damsel in distress!" I cackled. "And now Enigma and Ivy are dealing with your brother, the man she blames for her stepfather's imprisonment...mostly...I thought I'd deal with you. You know? Why should they have all the fun?"

"I barely had anything to do with Nygma," he said, foolishly. "I was sticking up for my brother."

"Whatever," I snapped. "Whether you did or not, Mr Crime Boss, isn't the case. I have, uh...a different case to question you about, which thanks to your idiotic little brother, I know all about." I got off him, and sauntered over to the bedside table, where I carefully picked up the gasoline bottle, and popped the lid off the container. I smirked, as he struggled, uselessly, some more. "It's so funny, you know," I breathed, almost pleasantly, "seeing you, Mr High and Mighty, all tied up and helpless." I giggled, as I splashed some of the liquid onto the bedsheets, just by his feet. "Oops," I said, blankly, placing the bottle back on the table.

"What exactly do you want from me, you twisted bitch?" he demanded.

"Answers," I snarled. "All I know, simply, is that you want me gone, isn't it? Huh? Want me dead or in Arkham. Is that right?"

"It's what everyone in this entire City wants."

"I wouldn't go that far. The Joker would want me alive."

"You honestly that maniac cares about you?!"

"It's not the case whether he cares or not, it's the fact that he's honest with me, and it's rubbed off on me."

"You're crazy."

For the first time, I actually replied with, "I know. I know I am. I've gone mad, sweetheart, but what can I do?"

"Get help."

The adrenaline and perilous anger decided to rush through my pumping veins again, making me fly onto the bed, landing roughly on top of him. My free hand gripped his neck, and we both grunted in frustration, as I tightened his windpipe, as hard as I could. I soon removed my hand, instead digging my blood stained knife underneath his neck. My disturbing side spewed out of me, as I leaned in close to his face, panting hard, and placing my free gloved hand, very gently onto his face, caressing it with the tips of my knuckles.

My angered glare transformed into a crafty grin. I licked my lips in hunger for the kill.

"You really think I'm crazy?" I whispered, raucously.

"Yes!" he grunted, filled with fury.

"You'll grow to love it, like I have," I chuckled. "You know why I'm angry at you, don't you? Huh?" He said nothing. I felt a gunshot erupt my head. "Answer me!" I commanded.

"Of course I do!" he shouted.

"No need to shout," I laughed. "Come on, Johnny. I know everything, thanks to your little brother's big mouth. You wanted me gone. Dead, or alive in Arkham. Either way, you thought it would give you back the money you lost, straight out of Gordon's back pocket? You think he'd reward you?!" I laughed hard. "You have a lot of wishful thinking, either that or you're very stupid!"

"I'm far from stupid, freak," he spat. "I knew you'd be the key to get our money bank that your precious Joker lost. Handing you to the police, as much as that would have annoyed me, I knew they would give us money for it!"

"Why would they, eh?"

"Because I was going to disguise my identity of course, you dumb bitch. I wouldn't have claimed to be Johnny Falino, because they know who I am and they know I worked with Marino, who they despised. I would have claimed to be an average, corrupted civilian, in my disguise, who saw Johnny Falino's message on TV and agreed with him, hence I would hand you over on his behalf. If they didn't reward me with money, we would have burgled it anyway from Gordon's house, knowing he has tons of money! It may not have been enough to regain what we lost, but it would have been a start!"

"Oh I see!" I chortled. "Typical of crime bosses, that. Lie and cheat to get your way into power! No...no! That's not the way to do things, my friend. I despise so-called 'criminals' like you. Do crime with no purpose behind it." I licked the inside of my mouth, as I put my face dangerously close to his, digging the knife in his neck even further. "I...hate...worthless...people."

"The Joker is no better than us, you stupid freak!"

My eyes widened. I heard the word kill inside my head. I almost jumped at another gunshot.

Mom screamed, as I heard dad violently beating her.

My mind was propelling into its complete monstrosity again.

"No better?!" I screamed, lifting the knife upwards to his head, and creating a pretty line of crimson liquid streaming down his forehead. I started carving into his head even further, smiling down at him. His scrunched eyes, his whimpers, I could tell he was pathetically attempting to keep his piercing pain inside of him. "How is he no better?!" I barked, slapping him as hard as I could with my free hand. "He is better than you thieves and cheats! At least he's intelligent! You lot all have motives, The Joker doesn't, only chaos, because chaos is empowering, and upsets all the order."

"You're...you're crazy!" he cried out.

"We've already discussed this," I said. "You guys shouldn't question my...uh..." I winced. "Mental health. It's all about actions, buddy."

"At least I don't go round killing and torturing the innocent!"

"Ha! I find that hard to believe. You may not be addicted to killing, like The Joker, but I bet you still do it to get what you want! You will do anything for money! And only money! The Joker doesn't want money, just for this world to lose its mind." I groaned, deeply, as I placed the knife underneath his neck again. "I'm sick of having to explain The Joker to everyone," I growled. "I'm sick…of having to convince everyone about my actions."

"Why do you support him, anyway?!"

"What's it to you? You're going to die anyway." He stared at me. "Aw, how humiliating, getting killed by a seventeen year old lunatic, hmm?"

"Your age doesn't matter."

"Oh I agree, but it's bad enough being killed, but by a young girl, all tied up at her mercy? You must feel so embarrassed right now, huh?"

"And you must be feeling so proud of yourself, huh?"

"I do."

"Why do you do the things you do? You say you and The Joker have no motives, but yet you say I have no purpose behind crime?"

"You don't. It's just money. What we do, is we expose the world for what it's truly like, and that's a whole globe of madness. What The Joker told me, right...yeah...is that everyone has like, uh…a bullet…of insanity in their minds, it takes one little unfortunate mishap for that trigger to explode, and boom, another mentally distressed and tortured soul is let loose on the world. That's what we are, tortured souls."

"How would you know about The Joker's past to know if he is or not anyway, little girl?"

"Anyone can see he is, you bastard!" I yelled, disgusted he would think otherwise.

"But how can you believe the stories he tells his victims about his past? It's all bullshit."

"I know they're true...because I was there."

"Of course you were, you lying whore."

"Don't underestimate me, you asshole!" I snarled, now fuelled with unexpected anger again. "I was there! I'm no liar! I've seen his pain! I've felt his pain! I have. It's because of this world that that pain grew and grew and grew, until it was people like you, money corrupted thugs, who ruined everything for us!"

"Us?"

"That's why we love messing you around! That's why we get pleasure from killing people like you! In fact...it's why we love killing anyone! Everyone deserves pleasure out of something, right?!"

"What do you mean 'us'?" he stammered.

"Shut up!" I screeched.

"No, what do you mean?!" My gritted teeth loosened, as I sighed shakily, to try and calm my unstoppable, dangerous anger. I remained scowling at him, but raised an intrigued eyebrow nevertheless. Maybe now was the time to tell someone. It wouldn't matter, I was about to kill him in my remorseless, cold blood, anyway. "You've got a nerve," I whispered, in a dangerously soft tone.

"Just...just tell me..." he spluttered, now beginning to look desperate for the first time whilst in my grasp.

"Nosey, aren't we?" I said, cheekily.

"You...you can't know the truth about his horrid past unless you were part of it."

"Mm-hmm."

"So...so you must be his family..."

"I'm the only thing he has left."

"But...but...surely you're not his daughter or somethin' like that! Surely."

I rose up, comfortably sitting on his hips. I watched the blood still dripping down his forehead with a callous smile.

"I don't have to explain myself to you," I said, after an intense pause, using my 'princess' voice. "Especially since you're gonna die. You know? Uh...plus, someone like you wouldn't understand. My mother got murdered because of a man like you, you know. God, it was a terrible day. Such a terrible day." I leaned into him closer, again, now laying on his stomach and chest. I couldn't look at him directly, so I kept gazing at my knife, dancing between my fingers. "My father wasn't happy about it either. Oh no. Bless his heart."

"Who was your father?" Johnny demanded, sharply.

I then raised my chocolate eyes to him, smirking.

"You mean is," I corrected, smugly.

"What?"

"Is. Not was. He's not dead. He's still alive."

"Who is it?!"

"What does it matter to you?"

"It could answer everything."

"Answer what?"

He groaned in frustration, and I laughed hard at my own humorous banter.

"Look, just...who is it?" he persisted. "Obviously he's your influence on your motives or you wouldn't be so secretive about it."

"You could say that."

"Tell me who it is!" I remained silent, still smirking broadly. "I...I hope it's not somebody important."

"Important in your idea of the world? Or just somebody important in general?"

"Just tell me."

"You're so nosey," I sniggered.

"Tell me!" he shouted.

I didn't even flinch a milometer. I sighed heavily.

"You are about to die, so…I guess it doesn't matter if I told you," I muttered. "Plus, you are pretty stupid for not figuring it out by now." I paused for a moment, sitting up, and playfully started prodding the knife in Johnny's mortified face. I then licked the inside of my mouth, as I lowered my voice substantially, into a perilous whisper. "The Joker is my father," I hushed into his ear, simply, not giving a care in the world.

I sat up again, but Johnny remained silent, his mouth now slightly agape. I saw his hands, clipped against the headboard by the rope, clench in anger, along with a frown that started to form on his face.

He jerked in a sudden burst of life, trying to escape to knowingly attack me, but the poor man was completely helpless. He writhed away like a fly trying to escape from a spider's web, in such desperate panic. Seeing a grown man, whose job was to spread crime, wriggle and angrily struggle beneath me, a seventeen year old girl, made me howl with insane laughter.

"You maniacs!" he roared.

"What's it to you?!" I cackled. "Why so serious, big man?!"

"He's brainwashed you!"

"NO!" I suddenly screamed, pouncing onto him, and plunging the knife underneath his neck again. It certainly made him stop wriggling. "I'm not!" I hissed. "I'm not, I'm not, I'm not! I do things for myself!"

"It is sad what's happening to you, it really is!" he cried.

"Ah, shut up with your fake sympathy!" I snarled. "You didn't think that when you decided it didn't matter if I was killed, hmm? Hmm?! You really are a heartless bastard, aren't you? Not caring if a seventeen year old tortured soul is killed or not, and yet, now, you try and sympathise with me! You fake piece of shit! I don't really care what you think! I don't really care what anyone thinks! And stop squirming!"

I reached over to his wrist and quickly teared through the skin with my knife.

"Fuck!" he howled in pain.

I snickered, seeing the blood race down his arm, and staining onto his shirt.

"Doesn't that feel horrible?" I taunted, nastily, placing the knife in its default position once again. "I felt that once you know. After my father shot me."

"He–!"

"If you say another word I'll jam this down your throat, so then you won't ever get to feel air again!" His mouth quietened. "You wanna know the reason I hate men like you so much? In fact, you wanna know why I hate men, bar one, in general?" I nodded frantically. "Maybe then you'll be taught a lesson before you rot in Hell. You see, my mother...who was a selfish whore, who was practically drinking herself to death, but still managed to care about her daughter, just a little bit, she got killed by a madwoman one night, but guess what?! A man like you, well...a man lesser than you, believe it or not, a wannabe criminal thief, forced that woman to kill my mom, just so she was away from my father, and then hey ho! He would go trotting back to him, to help him steal the money he apparently needed, dedicate himself to crime and that's it! Because all he thought about was money. Not showing the city's true colours, not family, just money. And his plan worked, you know. My father got back into serious crime after that, but that don't mean he forgot about me! Don't you see, Falino? It's because of me he's become the way he is! He's ill! Depressed! But yet, no one would sympathise with him because like the rest of judgemental society, all they see is a psychopathic clown maniac. I don't. I see a father crying out for his daughter again, that's what I see, and now I'm back, I'm going to support him in every way! Does that make me crazy? Huh? Because you know what? I got so tired of seeing my father sad, now he's a lot happier!" I cackled psychotically. "People like you wouldn't understand though," I went on. "People like you just, uh...thieve and rape women? Right?"

"Bullshit!"

"Is it though? Don't lay there, near death, and tell me you've never mistreated a woman."

"No!" Johnny growled under my breath, furiously.

"I won't...believe it," I spat.

"You can believe what you want," he hissed.

"You know...no one in this world would sympathise with me...even after hearing the true reason I lost my mind."

My mind told me to start cutting my signature pattern on his bony shoulder, and when I saw he was wearing a buttoned shirt, I started excitedly unbuttoning it, giggling hysterically.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" he cried out, starting to squirm vigorously again.

As soon as I'd revealed his hard chest and bare stomach, covered in ugly scars and marks already, I backhanded his face, which was soaked in putrid sweat, in my outburst of unpredictable anger. The knife in my hand made a long cut appear down the side of his cheek during the backhand to his face, and he grunted loudly, actually escaping a small whimper. I laughed triumphantly.

"Not so tough now, are we?!" I squealed in delight, looking adoringly at his red mark oozing blood down his face. He groaned in agony again, and I made him look at me with my knife, forcefully pushing his head towards me with the blade, only creating more blood. "Shh, shh," I hissed. "Calm down, baby."

Remembering Ivy's seductive behaviour towards her victim, a light bulb flickered above my head, before smirking, viciously, and beginning to wander my hands over his chest, in a lustful manner. This conveniently added to the disturbing story I had in mind anyhow. It wasn't just The Joker's influence on me with his demented stories, my mind was instructing me to be as vile and sick as possible, to make sure I had full control in this situation, even over a crime boss, and my knowledge would outwit his, in reality, dim-witted mind.

"Wha...what are you doing?" he breathed, out of breath from struggling.

"Shh," I soothed, still letting my hands snake over his body, my face inches away from his. "It's okay. I do this all the time," I bluffed.

"What?" he inquired. "Be insane?"

"No," I spat. "I mean...be kind towards my prey. The victims who deserve it most, are lucky devils, they get the knife." I traced it up to the top of his shoulder, pushing his shirt back to reveal his bare skin. "You know...I really am an unlucky soul, Falino. Been tortured all my life in so many different ways...the worst, however, was a few weeks ago. I was pushed into a narrow path in my ex-boyfriend's back garden...by a man...who quite obviously was money corrupted. I knew that because he was working with us at the time. I knew his purpose in the gang was so he could get money...but just for laughs, he decides to have a bit of fun with pitiful Princess Jane, but instead of...seducing me..." I lowered my free hand to his crotch, where I smiled as his eyes opened with sudden interest. "He pulls me by my hair and drags me to the end of the path...calls me every terrible name you could think of...beats me…and just like that...takes me. Without my consent. Oh...it was terrible. But you know who this man was?" I thought hard to make the story more interesting, and to be completely honest, I despised to think about Theo Hatchett anymore. Even mentioning his name would have caused me to vomit. "My ex's father," I made up. "He did it to me...I cried to my heart's content because he wouldn't stop." I squeezed his crotch gently, making him wince in disturbance again. I chuckled, darkly. "So I killed him when I managed to get away from his grasp. Through the head. Again and again and again." I nodded, enthusiastically again, sniggering at remembering the happy moment. "Oh, my daddy went mad," I went on. "Very mad. At me, too. Said I should be stronger than that. Said I should learn to fight harder." I nodded again, slowly finding his straining member, and started to tug upon it gently, whilst underneath his pants. "He was right. That's why I'm cautious of men now. That's why I hate them. I don't like them unless they have a smart and fast mind, and ever since that day, all I've been doing is regaining my strength and now...ta-dah!" I dug the tip of the blade as hard as I could into his left shoulder. "Here...I...am," I whispered, my voice investing itself into the madness again.

"Bitch!" he yelled. "Get off me! Bitch! Bitch!"

"You don't have any idea how many times I've been called that," I giggled.

"Stop!" he pleaded. "Stop, you insane bitch!"

"No."

The carving of his Princess Jane scar begun. My tongue flopped open my bottom lip, like a curious dog. My bottom lip was pumping adrenaline through my throbbing pulse. The tongue had only come out, because I did it when I concentrated as a kid, drawing a picture, and for some reason it came back to me.

Johnny continuously cursed me with the same boring insults, as I splattered a heaving scar down his shoulder to the tip of where his lanky arm began. It was difficult to perfect, having to burst a larger number of blood vessels, as Johnny's seemed to be made of steel compared to the feeble boy Jimmy Junior. Eventually seeing the blood spill down his arm, as my scar formed, made my smile become broader. The insane laughter was tickling the back of my throat, as finally, Johnny could no longer hold back his humiliating howl of excruciating pain, and it pierced throughout the walls of the confined bedroom, when I finalised my mark, pricking the end of the scar, accompanying it with a cheerful high note of pleasure.

Now laughing crazily, I pushed his head down with all the strength in me, so his arms would not start to push me away. Johnny Falino was now caked in his own blood, he was almost nipping the drops as the streams down his head fell to his mouth.

"You...you maniac!" he shouted.

"Thanks," I sneered, bringing the knife to his throat and locking it into the crease in his neck where it had previously been. "Now, I was planning on making a pretty carved pattern into your neck next, but now...I'm thinking of something much more fun before you die."

Ivy's seductive nature pricked my ears for a vile act to come out of me. I snickered, lowering my hand to his pants and tugging upon his member again. He started to squirm, frantically again.

"No!" he grunted, still squishing his eyes shut from the pain on his shoulder.

"No?!" I gasped, in fake surprise.

"No!" he exclaimed. "Anything but that! You...you can't be that sick you would seduce me, and then kill me, would you?! I'd rather die than...than..."

"You'd rather die than fuck me?" I gasped again, whimpering in pretend disappointment.

"Die than be humiliated by complying to that sick move!"

"I hate to break it to ya, but I have just humiliated you for at least ten minutes," I sniggered. "What could be worse? What harm can it do? Besides, looking at how fed up you are, I'm guessing you haven't had a lot of women recently."

"I'm married."

"Ah, but that don't mean you have a good sex life, does it? It must be bad, since your wife isn't home right now."

I laughed, cold-heartedly. I chuckled when he had no answer for that one. My hands, now the knife joining in, messaged his exposed chest, my fingers tapping impatiently on his hard surface. They made their way down to his straining lower area again, where he flinched so animatedly, it made me burst into scolding laughter.

"No!" he barked again. "You won't make me! Just kill me and get out of my face!"

"Ooh, hoo..." I chortled. "Wait until the crime families find out...their man Johnny Falino...begged a seventeen year old for his own…sorry…death." I stopped my wandering hands, and sharply soared up to his face again, the knife underneath his neck, and my other hand pushing down his head, greased in sweat. "You know..." I breathed, in that demonic voice, sounding scarily like my father. "I was planning...to slit your gammy throat while you fucked me...to see if I could submit the little boy to my will...but...seeing as you've shown me, that in fact, not all men are the same in terms of complying to a seductive little imp in a princess outfit...and you'd be the disappointing first, by the way...I think I may do this in…an explosive way instead."

I glanced to my right, where I smirked widely at spotting a box of matches that had been left there, next to the bottle of gasoline Ivy had left for me. I noticed them when I first entered, and I was pleased that Ivy had done exactly what I said and left them there.

Before I climbed off him, I firstly nibbled on his neck, just to provoke him and purposely arouse him. I left a black lipstick stain on his neck before briefly cutting his other wrist, and finally climbing off him. He groaned again in pain, and squirmed around. I could still see the humiliation in his face and in his aggravated whimpers, which was like church bells to my ears.

"What...whatever you're planning to do beyond me...you won't get much further..." he panted.

"And here I thought you would appreciate my acts of criminality," I said, picking up the box of matches. I threw them into the air and caught them skilfully in one hand. "Obviously not, or you wouldn't want me dead, would you, you cunt? And it's plainly obvious to me that all you care about is your stupid little ego and your money and that's it. Even before death, you plead not for me to seduce you because it'd be too humiliating...shows how egotistical you are, huh?" I replaced my precious knife with the bottle of dangerous gasoline. "You know...this reminds me of something," I said.

"What?" he spat, irritably. It was almost like he was impatient for his death to come to him.

"This is like that scene...from that book I read in middle school." I nipped the top off and started to splash the liquid around his bed, pacing around it like a lioness, taking my time with every stride. His death was worth the time, as I hated him with every fibre of my soul. It didn't matter if I'd only known him for a matter of minutes. "Ooh, what was it called?" I went on, still splashing the gasoline around him so the bed was drowning in it. "Uhh...it's about a schizophrenic nurse who kidnaps this author..." The bottle had become almost empty, so I paused for a slight second. I then gasped delightedly, remembering the book's title. "Misery! That's it! Oh, it's such a good book! You ever read it?" Johnny had the sense to stay silent. "No? Oh, it's amazing! This mad nurse, Annie Wilkes, goes insane when she finds out this author she's kidnapped is killing off her favourite character! Man, it's so intense! I can't believe you haven't read it! The situation we're in...right now...is so like Annie Wilkes and Paul Sheldon! That's so cute!" I squealed in joy. "But, uh...Annie isn't a nice lady...no, no...a complete psychopathic bitch she is, but Stephen King gets the meaning of schizophrenia so well! It's almost like he's writing me, ya know?! Oh it's...so weird, but I like weird." I started to dig into my skirt pocket, searching for my phone. "Just a sec," I told Johnny, scrunching my nose, playfully.

Johnny continued to be wordless.

I flipped my phone open and rang Chelsea's number, who answered in seconds flat.

"Hey, Jane," she said, out of breath.

"Enigma!" I said, cheerfully, feeling the disturbing pleasure of adrenaline make me unable to keep still. I put the phone on loudspeaker, forcing Johnny to feel every word. "How's it going, chick?"

"Great," Enigma panted.

"Is it done? Is Frank Falino dead?" I asked, grinning at a teary-eyed Johnny.

"He is dead," Enigma replied. "We shot him through the head."

"No!" Johnny whimpered. "No…no…"

"Oh, that's good news," I grinned, ignoring Johnny's cries. "I'm so glad everything worked out."

"Me too," Enigma said, sounding actually pleased.

"Do me a favour?" I said.

"What's that?"

"You and Ivy go outside the house and hide," I instructed. "Uh…Johnny, you see, I was planning to make his death a lot more…experimental…you know? But, uh…he's so boring. He's failing to submit to me." Enigma burst out laughing down the other end of the phone. "And since he don't wanna fuck me…because he's bo-oring…I've decided to make things explosive instead. Besides, I'm, uh…kinda regretting that idea now. He's probably riddled with diseases anyway, and I ain't on birth control anymore. So, get outside and get to safety. I'm gonna blow this place up. Thanks Ivy for leaving me matches and gasoline to do the task!"

"No worries, baby!" Ivy called in the background.

"But won't you be blowing yourself up?" Enigma gasped.

"Oh no," I laughed. "This bottle of gasoline is only small enough to fill the bed Johnny is most comfortable on." I giggled. "When I light it up, it'll take forever for the whole room to explode, and eventually the whole house. The amount of gasoline is too little for ir to happen straight away. When I blew up Funky Fred's not long ago, so much more of the stuff was splashed onto the front porch when I blew that building up! I know for a fact, Enigma! And don't worry, as soon as the fire is lit, I'm sprinting out of here. Don't you worry."

"O-Okay…if you say so," Enigma stuttered.

"You happy, Enigma?" I asked. "Now that the two men that were responsible for the imprisonment of your stepfather are dead? Nearly."

"Feels so much better knowing they can't do it again," Enigma said, scornfully.

"Ooh, get this, Johnny!" I cried. "Listen to her so happy she killed your adopted brother!"

"You heartless monster!" Johnny screamed.

"Whatever, Johnny, you're just as bad," Enigma scoffed. I couldn't reply, as my insane laughter took over. "See you in a bit, then, Jane," Enigma said, casually.

"See ya!" I cackled.

Enigma ended the call, and I toppled over to the floor with laughter.

It was so funny I slammed my fist against the floor. My stomach was too weak from accomplishing laughter, I could not rise to my feet for ages.

I exhaled deeply when I did, and put my cell phone back in my pocket.

I proceeded to spill the last remaining drops of the bottle of explosive liquid around the bedsheets, where Johnny Falino was relentlessly sobbing.

The voices and I couldn't help but laugh at his weakness.

Not that you already know, but I didn't give a care in the world. You all may think I'm sick, but, yeah, I am, mentally. I can't help it if it's taken over me. What can the world do to help? Nothing, except push it further and further. Now knowing that Gotham was turning so crazy that they would in their right mind agree to consider killing a mentally distressed seventeen year old girl, just for the sake of trying to get money, made my anger, and my pleasure alike, grow hungrier.

Gotham is just as heartless as I am.

This was my revenge on the man who considered that. A twisted and sickening revenge, but that's the only way I knew how.

What do you expect? I am The Joker's daughter.

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*Evil laughter*

Oh, yeah and I couldn't help but include the Misery reference, as it my favourite book of all time ;)