Hello you horrible lot! Just kidding you're not horrible! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, been really busy! So here it is! Enjoy
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She'd been gone for a while now. At least a few days. He was starting to worry. The Joker was pacing the small bedroom, where she and he used to accommodate. Where she used to be, and her presence would act as a comfort to him- although he would never admit that. His thoughts frantic, running a bare hand through his faded hair. She should be back, here with him, next to him, with a bottle of green hair dye, the exact shade he needed, although he had never asked her. She just seemed to always know. Maybe she'd bring back some fresh makeup for him- if it deemed necessary. He stared at the floor for a moment before darting to the window. He peered out at the thick snowfall, watching, eager to see her footprints leading to the door, her small figure smiling up at him, maybe even waving. But nothing. Just the cold, emptiness of the white street. He grunted in frustration to himself, resuming his pacing, and hair messing. He had a bomb, primed and ready, the whole city on red alert, searching frantically for this bomb. Where would it be, nobody knows, when it goes off…
It all depended on the Joker, and when he would activate the detonator. Any possible moment now. But all he could think of was where Gwen had disappeared to.
There was a small knock on the door. The Joker ignored it.
'Boss?' again the Joker ignored the noise. 'Sir?'
'WHAT?!' the Joker yelled at the closed door.
After a moment of utter silence, 'Boss, you better come see this.'
The voice was deep, yet timid, and it was clear, something was wrong. The Joker, fuming, burst through the door, storming past the terrified henchman, and made his way down stairs, and into the main room of the house. There were a few people gathered around the coffee table, in front of the sofa. Each one, it seemed, looked as though they were on their way to the gallows.
Her body lay stiff and unmoving on the table, dripping in blood, oozing from the gashes obscuring her face. Her black hair was matted, and there were small patches where it seemed to have been ripped from her scalp. Her fingernails were chipped and bloody, and her arms, legs, and pretty much her whole body covered in swollen, purple bruises. As the message sunk in, the Joker's deep, growl of a voice was heard, 'Get out.' His henchmen needed no repeat of the command. They hastily left the room, closing the door behind them.
Nothing but the dull sound of a car passing the street, or the odd bird could be distinguished in the deafening silence. The Joker ran his sweaty hands through her cold hair, playing with the ends for a moment. His face expressionless, and mind blank, he knelt by her body. They would pay. The evil bastards who did this to Gwenivere Everdeen would pay dearly for what they did.
The Joker stared for a moment at the side of her head, at her unrecognizable face, before a note of confusion hit him. He tilted his head, examining the ear of the body. An earring…her hearing at the top of her ear. She never took the thing out. The exact same thing he watched pierce her ear years back. He went with her that day, and remembered distinctly, the small, shiny red crystal-diamond thing, he picked out for her birthday. He examined the girl's ear-both of them-and not one piercing…
He rose hastily, resuming his frantic pacing, a new found gleam in his eyes. He looked down once more at the stranger- the imposter- before him, laughing, cackling! This was not Gwen. A sense of relief washed over him, however being suddenly replaced by rage. If this wasn't Gwen, then where was she? Who would go to so much effort to convince him this was his Gwen…and why? This meant someone had her. Not Arkham (even they wouldn't stoop to this level!). the cops wouldn't dare…Batsy didn't have the guts!
One thing he was dead sure about. The Joker would not rest, until he had found Gwen safe and sound, and made the one who did this to her pay dearly for the day they were born. As this thought crossed his mind, The Joker grinned maliciously. Revenge time.