The Joker laughed in his captive's face. The captive shuddered and leaned
as far as the bindings allowed.
"Now everybody knows the bad guy always tells his plans to his victims before getting thwarted by some misguided do-gooder. I don't want to break tradition or anything. So, this is what I'm gonna do."
He pulled a dagger from his sleeve like a magician. His maniacal grin was more so than usual. The captive began to whimper.
"I'm going to stab you three hundred thirty-seven and one half times, sever your head and place it on a spike, and, after mutilating it, post it out front. Tee hee."
"Why?" The captive was hyperventilating and shivering uncontrollably. There was a yellow puddle on the floor at the foot of the chair.
"Because it's funny."
The Joker pulled out a revolver and balanced it on the back of his hand.
"In all of my predictability, we're waiting for my winged better half." He laughed insanely at his joke. "You don't mind, do you?"
The captive's head shook vigorously and the reply was too quick. "No, no. I don't mind."
The Joker attempted a frown. "I didn't think you would."
He pointed the revolver and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew into a wood beam and stopped. He whipped around to face his captive who cried out at the shot.
"Scared ya. Did I?"
He placed the barrel on the captive's nose and pulled the trigger. The hollow click of the empty chamber filled the air. He roared in frustration then began laughing.
"Oops. 's empty."
He removed the barrel from the tip of the nose with an audible pop. Looking down the barrel into the chamber, he pulled the trigger again. Another hollow click echoed in the destitute room.
"Now it's better. See?" The Joker pointed it and fired. The captive's face exploded and brain matter struck the wall. Long blond hair clung to the wall in blood and brains.
"Oh, drat. No bait for the bat."
"Now everybody knows the bad guy always tells his plans to his victims before getting thwarted by some misguided do-gooder. I don't want to break tradition or anything. So, this is what I'm gonna do."
He pulled a dagger from his sleeve like a magician. His maniacal grin was more so than usual. The captive began to whimper.
"I'm going to stab you three hundred thirty-seven and one half times, sever your head and place it on a spike, and, after mutilating it, post it out front. Tee hee."
"Why?" The captive was hyperventilating and shivering uncontrollably. There was a yellow puddle on the floor at the foot of the chair.
"Because it's funny."
The Joker pulled out a revolver and balanced it on the back of his hand.
"In all of my predictability, we're waiting for my winged better half." He laughed insanely at his joke. "You don't mind, do you?"
The captive's head shook vigorously and the reply was too quick. "No, no. I don't mind."
The Joker attempted a frown. "I didn't think you would."
He pointed the revolver and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew into a wood beam and stopped. He whipped around to face his captive who cried out at the shot.
"Scared ya. Did I?"
He placed the barrel on the captive's nose and pulled the trigger. The hollow click of the empty chamber filled the air. He roared in frustration then began laughing.
"Oops. 's empty."
He removed the barrel from the tip of the nose with an audible pop. Looking down the barrel into the chamber, he pulled the trigger again. Another hollow click echoed in the destitute room.
"Now it's better. See?" The Joker pointed it and fired. The captive's face exploded and brain matter struck the wall. Long blond hair clung to the wall in blood and brains.
"Oh, drat. No bait for the bat."