Title: The Marvelous Misadventures Of Mr. J and Silent MikeBy: AudreyKasm, : 10 out of 10, yoDisclaimer: We do not own The Joker or Michael : Michael can't find his long lost nephew, Stephen, so he's stuck under the curse. He moves in with The Joker (a.k.a. Mr. J) and they go on [mis]adventures together. Totally random stuff here…you've been warned. =)Author's Notes: This story was written under the influence of Mountain Dew, Full Throttle, Coffee, and all other forms of caffeine we could get our hands on. You are about to witness what's inside the minds of Ash and Jess. Completed: Not anytime soon…
"Girls at the Seven-Eleven stay up all NIGHT," he sang loudly, knowing no one would hear. "Yeah she stays up all n---"
"Hey Boss!" the voice of one of his henchmen called, startling him.
THWACK! The henchman fell dead, a knife embedded in his chest.
"Gotta hand it to ya, Mr. J," he cackled to himself. "You have great aim!"
He half skipped over to the body, retrieving the knife from the other clowns chest. Laughing insanely, he flung the knife into the red-painted wall.
It was his favorite knife, he realized. His purple hilted pocket-knife.
"Ah," he sighed. "Mr. Jay's wall of knives."
He smiled widely at the red walls decorated with his weapon collection.
Guns…grenades…knives…perfection!
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Michael placed his current knife in the drawer, casually running his blackened fingers over each handle, remembering the story behind each. But, as he shut the drawer carefully, he knew which one was missing. It was stabbed into the wall, pinning up a newspaper clipping with a picture of his blood sister, Laurie, whom he'd finally killed and thrown off Smith Grove's roof.
He felt a tear well up in his eyes, because he had been forced to kill his whole family. He was under the curse of Thorn, and would remain so until he killed off the last living relative: little Steven. But…he disappeared, so Michael was bunking with The Joker (Mr. Jay), who preferred to call him Mike.
And in the meantime…he was killing people left and right. And it felt GREAT.
Michael slowly trudged out of the room, looking for Mr. J.