" 'Cause I always had a feeling that my little crime would be cold," The Joker sang happily. "That's why I got a heater for your thighs. And I know it's not your time…but bye bye!"
Footsteps interrupted his delightful little melody. He turned quickly to see a tall figure slowly stalking toward him.
"Good Morning, Mike!" he greeted in his sing-song voice. "We have quite a job ahead of us today."
Licking his lips, he flopped down into an armchair.
"You see," he cooed, holding his hands out as if presenting a picture. "The Mob wants the Batman dead. If we kill the Bat we'll get half of their money. They're paying us to destroy the city." He ran a hand through his messy curls, tongue again flicking over his lips. "So we lure the Bat out…by killing citizens. We need hostages."
For a moment, he stared at the masked man.
"You should smile," he sighed. "We're killing people, don't cha think that calls for a smile?" He paused, as if listening. "See? Told ya so!" Giggling, he nodded. "I'm excited too, Mikey!"
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Michael just stared at Mr. J, wanting nothing more than to KILL THE HAPPINESS. Replace it with darkness…
He tilted his head to one side, allowing his curiosity to show. The Joker was…the exact opposite of himself…in every…single…way…
He looked at the wall of knives, and picked one that was just like the one he usually used. Holding it steady, he let Mr. J know that he was ready to kill this…Batman…
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"Did you hear the news that you're dead!"
With a delighted giggle, The Joker danced about his hostage. She was a pretty little redhead who needed to smile.
"See these scars?" he demanded. "Wanna know how I got 'em?"
Winking at the girl he pulled out a knife. After running a hand through his hair, he put the knife to her lips.
"You see," he explained. "My father was a drinker…and a fiend! He went off one night, CRAZIER than usual. Mommy got the kitchen knife to defend herself. He didn't like that." He licked his lips. "Me watching, he took the knife to her, laughing as he did it. Then he turned to me." He hung his head, then glared up at the girl. "Why so serious? He put the knife to my lips. Why so serious? Let's put a SMILE on that face! And…" He paused, pulling at her lip with the knife. "Why so SERIOUS?"
The girl fell to the floor, mouth agape and bleeding.