Go To Sleep

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"Ok, your turn: first kiss?" Grumpy laughed, shifting from his position on the leather couch. Monica shook her head and sighed beside him, all of the clown's goons had turned to look at her by then.

"Alright," she replied, trying to calm the men around her, "it was with a wrestler, Marco Corleone." Monica felt strange recalling her past, it seemed so far away.

Grumpy's brow furrowed when he heard her confession. Monica let loose a small chuckle and realized that she was going to have to explain herself.

"I was in Mexico, it was tradition to go to the matches every Tuesday when I lived there," Monica confessed, a smile creeping on to her lips when she remembered what her life had been like. "The guy practically fell on top of me when another wrestler threw him over the third rope."

"Hell no," Happy commented, suppressing a laugh. The clown glanced at her briefly before resuming his current task: sorting and sharpening his blades.

Grumpy held a hand over his mouth to stop himself from bursting out with laughter.

"As you can imagine, he was three times my weight and a good foot and a half taller, it took both of my brothers to get him off of me," Monica chuckled, feeling tears pool over her eyes. They weren't sorrowful tears; on the contrary, they were tears of joy.

Memories were all that remained of her family; they were the only things that she had to remember them by.

"By the time they did get him off he turned to look at me and kissed me out of nowhere, I always thought it was his way of apologizing," she continued, "it wasn't until the other wrestler pulled him away that I realized what had happened."

"Well, look at you, femme fatale," Grumpy replied, grinning from ear to ear. Monica shook her head at him and smacked his shoulder playfully.

"I have to admit though, it was probably the most thrilling kiss of my life," she confessed, stretching out on the couch as Grumpy allowed her to place her legs over his lap. She had taken her boots off for the time being and had resorted to walking around in her black socks after an entire day of wearing them.

The Joker stabbed the wooden table harshly after hearing her last comment and glared at her warningly from his seat. Monica ignored the clown for the time being, for one night she didn't want to worry about him.

"Alright, you're next," she laughed, poking Grumpy's ribs with her foot. The goon turned and grabbed her ankle before tickling the sole of her foot. Monica let loose a squeal before her laughter filled the room. She tried to kick loose of his hold to no avail before he had mercy and released her.

"I'll take this one before any of you ask something stupid," Chuckles commented, cracking his neck. Blade, who sat next to him shuddered at the noise and shook his head in disapproval.

"Hit me," Grumpy replied, falling back against the couch as he massaged Monica's ankle.

"Wife, kids?" Chuckles asked, curious about the background of the men that he worked with. Until now, none of them had bothered in getting to know one another. They had nothing to do anyway since the clown wasn't in any shape to move around. It had been over a week since they had seen the outside world.

Monica turned to look at Grumpy when he paused and his hand fell over her calf. The clown balanced back on his chair and stared up at his goon expectantly while twirling a blade in his hand.

"I had an old lady once," Grumpy replied, his smile dropping ever so slightly. Monica's own grin disappeared completely once she realized what he had said. She had heard that term used countless times by her father when he referred to her mother. It usually meant one's wife or girlfriend.

"Once?" Happy asked, unsure of whether finding out each other's history had been a good idea.

"Yeah," Grumpy replied, clenching his jaw, "suicide."

Monica felt her heart sink when she heard him; she removed her legs from his and sat up while offering him a hug. Chuckles regretted ever asking as he watched Grumpy rest his head against Monica's collarbone.

"My poor baby," Monica whispered, running her hand through his hair in an effort to comfort him. She sent a disapproving glare towards Chuckles as the other goon raised his shoulders to indicate that he hadn't known.

"What about you, any family?" Monica asked, turning to Blade who had kept quiet during the whole time. Everyone had gone at least once; he was the only one who hadn't spoken.

"None that matter," the young goon replied coldly, sending a shiver down her back. She could see so much of the clown in him already, it scared her. The Joker was slowly molding the goon into himself, making him apathetic towards everything around him.

Monica turned her attention onto the clown only to find him leaning back in his chair, eyes closed and arms crossed across his chest. He was either ignoring her or sleeping, the latter seemed highly unlikely.

She was about to call his attention when she felt her pocket vibrate, her ringtone blaring loudly seconds later. The clown cracked open a single eye as he watched her answer it and pale as she held it to her ear.

"What do you mean they're dead?" Monica choked, feeling her good mood die instantly.

The goons in the rest of the room turned their attention to her when they heard this.

Grumpy could faintly hear the man on the other line through the thunderous racket in the background.

Monica just sat there with the phone held to her ear, unable to say anything.

"He did what?" she screeched, her voice shrill as she stood from the couch as she stormed over to the entrance and slipped on her boots. The clown watched as she paced around the apartment in search of something.

She suddenly stopped and turned to look at him before she took one of his knives and a small machine gun.

"Put the word out, I want him alive so I can cut off his face and place it above my fireplace as a fucking trophy!" she thundered, hurling her phone to the side. The Joker merely rose a brow at her sudden outburst and took note of the knife that she had taken; she always ended up with his favorite.

"Darling?" Grumpy asked, concern filling his expression as she stalked past him and opened the door to the entrance harshly.

"He slaughters my men and uses their faces as goddamn masks?" she shouted in the hallway, kicking a random door out of rage. The Joker felt panic shoot through his body when he heard her, he only knew of one criminal that did that.

Dollmaker,

The man was out for her face, the last thing he wanted was for her to run straight into his arms.

Without saying a word, he rose from his seat and followed after Monica. The rest of his goons fell in behind him with Blade trailing at the back.

By the time they managed to catch up to her she was already at the entrance of the underground tunnels where he had gotten shot the last time he was there. He paused and looked at the dark entrance wearily as his goons rushed past running frantically into the dimly lit club.

He recalled that there had been a gathering that night; every criminal in Gotham would be in the meeting room. He cursed and rolled his shoulders before checking his pockets for a gun. After making sure that he wasn't walking in unarmed, he continued hesitantly and noticed a crowd of people running towards them with panic stricken faces.

"Get out of my way!" Monica thundered, firing shots into the air as the usual club patrons ran towards the exit. Grumpy was close behind, hoping to reach her and calm her down before she reached the meeting room.

The Joker pushed his way through the crowd, his panic rising when he saw that she was already ahead of them, there was no way they were going to reach her in time.

"Get her back!" the clown snarled, slicing the throats of whomever got in his way. The blood that sprayed onto his coat and face did little to ease his nerves, on the contrary, it seemed to fuel his rage further. He started to shoot anyone that crossed his path.

Monica could barely hear his goons calling for her to stop; her mind was set on killing the Dollmaker as soon as she saw him.

She kicked open the doors to the meeting room and scanned the criminals seated around the large table. Their heads all snapped towards her as she made her way over to the man who had slaughtered her men.

"You're dead!" she snarled, pointing her gun towards the Dollmaker as half of the criminals stood from the table in a panic.

"I don't think so," a familiar voice chuckled as she pulled the trigger. Her aim was thrown off by her body being slammed down against the table by a single man, the gun falling out of her hands and clattering noisily on the ground.

Ivy glared at Two-Face warningly when she saw the way that the brunette's head connected with the table.

"Let her go, Harvey," Ivy hissed, standing slowly as the vines around her arms loosened and the red thorns on them came into view.

"She was about to kill him," Two-Face shot back, refusing to let up on the woman that he was holding down. Monica struggled against him hopelessly and glared at the Dollmaker from across the table. The madman merely grinned back through his new mask, Monica could recognize it immediately, it was one of her prospects.

He had only been 19 years old.

"That does not justify your actions, you killed the clown," Freeze pointed out beside Ivy, his mechanical voice echoing through the room. Several whispers and murmurs arose out of his response, all of them regarding the clown.

"He tried to kill me, ice man," The Joker added from the doorway, his gun pointed at Harvey. The whole room went silent and Two-Face's teeth grit when he heard the familiar voice of the clown from behind him. The clown walked in and kept his gun pointed at the ex-DA, by the looks of it he had arrived just in time.

Ivy's nerves calmed when she saw the clown prince of crime, if there was anyone who could get Monica out of her current predicament it was him.

"Let her go, Harvey," the Joker growled, pressing the tip of the gun against Two-Face's head, "or I'll paint the walls with your blood."

Two-Face glanced around the room and found each and every criminal frozen in their seats, their gazes on the thought-to-be-dead clown.

"Don't look at them," the clown scolded, "I'll blow your head off even if it means that neither of us walks out of here alive."

Slowly but surely, Harvey let Monica up and eased his grip before he stepped away with the clown still pointing his gun at him. The biker straightened her jacket and glared back at the man that still struck a familiar chord with her.

"You put up so little resistance," Dollmaker commented, breaking the silence, as the Joker reached for Monica and pulled her to him with his free hand. The biker never took her piercing gaze off of the madman sitting across from where she stood. "Your men were a disappointment as well; you should have seen the way the young one begged for mercy."

"You fucker!" Monica growled, lunging at him across the table. The clown lost his grip on her and watched as she pounced on the Dollmaker who then fell back in his chair. The pair tumbled to the floor as Ivy rose from her seat and made her way over to them.

"Your face is usually beautiful but that sneer just makes it surreal," the Dollmaker teased moments before Monica straddled his waist and started to land punch after punch to his face. She refused to get off of him when Ivy tried to pull her away and continued her assault ready to beat him to death.

"Enough," Bane snapped, rising from his seat as well. He walked over and picked up Monica with ease, still punching and kicking the Dollmaker as she was pulled away from him.

"Murderer!" she screamed, hot tears streaming down her face as the masked man threw her back into the clown's hold. Ivy's brow furrowed upon seeing this while her eyes drifted over to the Dollmaker and his latest mask. Her mind put two and two together, she felt for the woman in the Joker's hold, she had just lost her men to a madman.

"Look what you did, now I'll have to kill more of your men to replace my mask," the Dollmaker snapped, standing and adjusting the mask of flesh to his face. Monica's punches had ruined it and her rings had pierced the skin to the point where she had taken away the beauty of it.

Monica's nostrils flared when she heard this and her chest rose up and down quickly as she struggled in the clown's hold.

"I think I'll go with your VP or your Sergeant at Arms," the Dollmaker informed her, referring to Lucifer and Beelzebub. Monica struggled against the clown and tried to lunge at the madman again.

"Dollmaker, you're forgetting who you're talking to," Ivy reminded him, noticing the way that the Joker's scarred lips twitched into a sneer as the other man continued to provoke the woman in his hold.

Freeze merely stared at the criminals who remained standing, each standing off with another person in the room, daring one another to draw a gun and take the first shot.

"I think it best to call this meeting to an end, the clown prince of crime is alive, I see no reason for us to remain here," Deadshot commented from his seat as he rose and swung his rifle over his shoulder. The Mad Hatter nodded in agreement and stood as well.

Ivy watched the pair of men and then scanned the rest of the room.

No one else was making a move to get up or leave.

"He is right, I have what I came here for," the Dollmaker commented, standing while dusting off his doctor's coat. Before any of them could move or say anything else he reached in and pulled out a small grenade and pulled the pin on it.

The Joker recognized it instantly and shoved Monica out of the door before following after her. The Dollmaker merely put on a gas mask and watched as the criminals around him fell unconscious.

"I got something for you too," the Dollmaker added, knowing that the gas wouldn't work on Bane. Just as the masked man was about to reach out and grab him the madman pulled out a small dart gun and fired it.

Bane glanced sideways at his arm and noticed a pink dart imbedded into his skin, he fell to the floor as he tried to take another step and lay amongst the fallen criminals around him.

The Dollmaker merely glanced towards the empty doorway and shook his head before stepping over several bodies and heading out. To think that they thought they could escape him, how absurd.

"You're gonna get us killed, beautiful," the Joker commented, pulling her along as she kept glancing back to see if they were being followed. The fact that she couldn't see any of his goons didn't sit well with her; perhaps the Dollmaker had taken care of them as well. She was about to comment but stopped when she rammed into his back and noticed that he had stopped walking.

She turned to look at him and gasped when she saw a pink dart piercing his vest and dress shirt.

Moments later she felt a sharp pain near her leg. After glancing down she realized that it had been another dart that had been fired at her.

She didn't even register hitting the ground like the clown beside her did.

All she could hear before a pair of arms carried her away was the Dollmaker's voice in the background giving his men orders.

The last thing that she registered sent a chill down her spine.

"Watch her face; I have worked far too hard for it to be damaged now."

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