"What makes you think I'll go there?! Sick fucks! I can just walk right out of here and take my revenge later!" Jonathan yelled, pacing back and forth in the middle circle of the tent.

"Because if you don't..." A voice boomed through the area, now sounding more female than male, "We'll just have to assume that you're...scared..." Howling laughter filled his ears and he growled in anger, as he kept pacing. He didn't like being accused of this, of being scared. He was the one that inflicted fear, not suffered from it.

With that in mind and a more determined look on his face, Jonathan started to walk towards the newly revealed room. Inside, he found a table, two chairs and a vase filled with flowers. In one of the chairs, the corps of his henchman was propped up, missing its head.

Jonathan swallowed hard at the sight of it. What was the meaning of this? Was the head not eerie enough on its own? He tried to shake it off and chuckled nervously.

"Really? This is it? A table and a corpse? I would have killed him myself if I knew he blabbed to you lot." Doctor Crane scoffed, sounding annoyed and a little condescending. He faced the table and didn't see the woman in green slide into the room. Her face was made up to make her look dead.

"There can be two corpses, if you like." Ivy stated, staring at her opponent with a blank stare, adding to the illusion of her dead-like appearance.

The sudden entrance made doctor Crane gasp and quickly turn to face her. "Who are you?!" He demanded to know.

"You know who I am. Shelly. Shelly Squires. You killed me, at prom, remember?" Ivy answered, tilting her head before sitting down at the table. "I could have sat here with you. If you were ever brave enough to stand up to Bo Briggs, during high school."

"I did stand up to him! He bullied me every fucking day!" Jonathan fumed, pacing back and forth in front of the table, completely detached from reality at this point. "And you said no to me! You went to prom with him instead!"

Ivy smirked. This was working well. Then her face twisted in anger, as she got up and wagged her finger at the poor, scared doctor.

"You should have been more! You should have been better!" She shouted, her voice high and shrill.

Meanwhile Harley and Arthur were hiding in a different compartment of the tent, peeking through the folds to see how things were progressing. Harley giggled softly as she saw how far gone Crane was at this point. The gas that was pumped into the rooms helped with this, of course, Vicky was making sure of that. Ivy had developed an antidote for the four of them, so they wouldn't be bothered.

Arthur heard the giggle and pulled on a lock of hair. "Hush, love, don't give us away." He whispered in her ear from behind. Harley dipped her head in acknowledgement at his words.

He smirked and allowed his hands to slide over her body, lightly stroking over her breasts and womanhood, over her leather clothes.

This made her whimper slightly, but again he whispered in her ear. "Ssshh, let me play with you while we watch. If he hears us, you'll be punished." Arthur opened up her leather pants and slid a hand inside.

Harley closed her eyes in delight and allowed him to tease her to the fullest. Soon, it took every sliver of self control for her to not cry out in pleasure. Arthur used one finger to draw circles over her clit and one to dip between her folds, slowly fingerfucking her with it as he sucked on her earlobe. He pressed his body against hers and she felt his hard cock rub against her buttocks, as he softly moaned in her ear.

While our anti-heroes were playing this twisted game with each other, Ivy kept throwing insults and abuse Jonathan's way.

"You and Briggs got what was coming to you! He got into that car drunk!" Doctor Crane shrieked, taking a few steps back to escape 'Shelly's' screaming.

"You fired that gun in the parking lot! It was your doing! You could have had me as a wife if you hadn't screwed up like you did! You failed as a man and a husband!" Ivy growled, stepping closer to her once more. She was practically yelling in his face at this point.

"Johhny and Shelly sitting in a tree,

K-I-L-L-I-N-G!

First comes love, then comes marriage,

Then comes Johnny whom I disparage!"

Jonathan grabbed her arm and threw a glass vial on the floor, that shattered by impact. Then he threw his burlap sack on his head and waited for his fear toxin to take over the woman that was frightening him to the very core.

Due to her previous encounter with dangerous toxins, Ivy had developed a certain level of immunity, so instead of falling into the abyss of fear like Jonathan hoped 'Shelly' would, she just grinned at him.

"Aw, you got a pretty sack for your face?" She singsonged, in an eerie 'little girls' voice. Jonathan let out an animal-like growl and ran out of the room, leaving Ivy there to cackle in delight at this cowardice.

Panting and pulling the sack of his head again, Jonathan arrived back in the middle of the tent. Another entrance had been revealed and he let out a sound of misery as he laid eyes on it.

"I-I wont do it! I refuse!" He shouted through the tent.

"Scaredy cat, scaredy cat, why are you so frightened of this and that?

Scaredy cat, scaredy cat, you jump out of your skin!"

Eerie voices sang this children's song and from the entrances of the tents that doctor Crane had already entered, he saw 'Shelly' and his father stare and sing at him.

With a howl of anguish, he rushed into the newest entrance, just to escape this eerie singing and the taunting words. In this part of the tent, a group of wooden dolls was made and placed to sit as if it was a little classroom and there was a wooden desk in front of them, with a gun on it.

Jonathan gasped as he laid eyes on it, the memory of him letting a gun go off in a classroom running through his mind.

"It was an experiment. Just an experiment! Jimmy was asking far too many questions for his own good, that boy was always too curious during my classes. Because of him, I got distracted!" The man growled as he realized what this setting was meant to represent.

"And you nearly got him killed. I guess he was lucky, unlike me." Vicky stated, suddenly showing up, made up to look like she was dead, just like Ivy.

"You got me fired! You got what you deserved!" Jonathan shouted back, his hands running through his hair anxiously, pacing around as he got more and more nervous about the situation he was in.

"So I let the school board know that you fired gun in your classroom, injuring one of your students, you get fired and kill me. And I got what I deserved? Do you understand how fucking messed up that is? You failed, Jonathan! As a son, as a husband, as a teacher, as a doctor. As a man!" Vicky stated loudly, eyeing the now whimpering Jonathan Crane in disgust.

"No, no, it wasn't my fault! Jimmy..." Doctor Crane tried to object but Vicky scoffed. "Jimmy was scarred for life! No longer able to finish his study, since your bullet caused him permanent brain damage!" She threw back in his face, then she started to sing a nursery rhyme.

"Doctor Jack Horner,

sat in the corner,

of a university research facility,

Twas the end of the world,

and he screamed like a girl

to the best of his ability!"

Once the song was finished, she threw her head back and laughed out loud, the sound bouncing off the walls in an eerie manner. Doctor Crane cried out in anguish, not even thinking about the fact that they were in a tent and that sound wasn't really possible to create without actual walls. He ran out of the room and back to the middle of the tent, his head snapping from side to side, to see if he was being followed.

From different angles, the women that he saw now started to walk up to him, including that stranger in rags that was supposed to represent his father in the first area. All of them were singing their nursery rhyme, not paying attention to the fact that the other 'monsters' were singing their nursery rhyme as well. It became an eerie blend of words and sounds.

"It's raining, it's pouring,

the old man is snoring."

"First comes love, then comes marriage,

Then comes Johnny whom I disparage!"

"Scaredy cat, scaredy cat,

Why are you so afraid of this and that?"

"And he screamed like a girl,

to the best of his ability!"

" Stop it! Leave me alone!" Jonathan shrieked, falling to his knees in the middle of the circle and burying his head underneath his arms.

The figures kept coming closer and closer, still singing their eerie songs. Once they finally reached the doctor, they started to reach out, sliding their hands over his arms, his back and the part of his hair that he could still reach.

As Jonathan whimpered in fear, tears streaming down his face, the figures sang harder and harder until he couldn't take the sound anymore.

"STOP!" He yelled at the top of his lungs and they started to point and laugh at him. One figure cackled, the other had a deep booming laughter. There was another figure that giggled in an annoying manner, while the other just snickered.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it," Doctor Crane repeated over and over, sometimes whispering, sometimes stating his command loud and firm. Either way it became more and more clear that he was becoming unhinged by all of this.

An ice cold hand grabbed him in his neck and he let out a howl of fear. That moment, the lights in the tent all went out and the hand disappeared.

There was no sound anymore. When the lights went out, the sound died out and there was nothing left but silence and darkness. All Jonathan could hear was his own breathing. Panting lightly, he got up and did his best to make out something in the dark.

Just when he was about to speak up, the lights came back on. The figures were gone. That was a relief that only lasted mere seconds, since there was a new presence that came closer.

Arthur Fleck.

He smirked at Jonathan, tilted his head and took out a cigarette, offering Jonathan one was well. With trembling hands, the doctor accepted and took out a lighter to light the thing.

"So. Welcome to the circus. Are you enjoying the show so far?" Arthur asked him, glee dripping from his words and his eyes.

"Who are you? Where's Joker? He's the one that put this whole thing up, right? I want to speak to him...I want to..." Jonathan started to blab, nervous and agitated as he spoke. Then his eyes widened and he looked at Arthur.

"It's you, isn't it? You're Joker."

Arthur smirked at him.

"I am. I go by Arthur Fleck without the make up though."

"Why?" Jonathan demanded to know. "Why are you showing yourself to me like this?"

Arthur shrugged and sent him an eerie smile. "Cause you're no longer scary. I'm the monster now."