Chapter three
The stench of decomposing meat was strong in the backroom of the "Happy Cow" slaughter house, Joker didn't stop laughing the first two hours over that. Thick red/orange rust ran the length of several of the dull metal walls. The bright light bulb flickered absently above the long white counter. The chop was a solid clunk, the shiny meat cleaver coming down hard and fast.
"Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love with you. Let me hear you whisper…that you love me too. Keep the love light burning…in your eyes so true!! Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love with you!" Harley sang softly in her high voice, and with each slam of the meat cleaver she went higher.
Many droplets of thick blood jumped from the hand as she chopped off the fingers, there were deep red stains on the white butcher's apron, which of course Harley personalized with red and black diamonds drawn on. Her small hand was brisk with the sharp cleaver and she sang passionately with each clank.
Harley sat the cleaver aside and untied the apron tossing it the floor, she opened the box of purple plastic wrap and tore out a big sheet. She was humming loudly as she wrapped each pasty bloody finger very carefully and thickly with the plastic wrap. Upon finishing her task she opened the big avocado green freezer and put the fingers in with a large pile of crushed ice and something that was unidentifiable.
"Harley! Are you done yet?" Joker's voice called out from another room.
"All done mistah J." Harley said skipping to her Puddin'.
Joker was hunched over a small black table, his purple jacket hung over the back of the chair, and his green shirt had several open buttons near his neck and down his porcelain chest. The cuffs were rolled up twice at his slim wrists and his long green metallic finger nails were tapping on the table.
Harley ran up, the ears on her headpiece bobbing, she smiled widely, "Yes mistah J?"
Joker looked up at her, his sunken in green eyes looking right through her, the shadows lingering on his ashen face, he was grinning dully and the smile lines around his mouth and eyes seemed prominent in the faint light. He smiled widely at her and sat up, "All gift wrapped and ready to go?"
"Yes sir." Harley said assuredly.
"Good girl. Now why don't you go set up the camera?"
"Sure thing mistah J!" Harley smiled and trotted off as Joker turned back to the papers on the desk.