Chapter 3~ here you go.
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It only takes a moment before the large purple limo comes crashing through the bay doors, tires smoking, it skids to a stop inches away from plowing down a grunt. With a squeak, the grunt collapses from shock.
Suddenly the passenger's side door is kicked open and a purple slack clad leg is thrust out dramatically followed by the rest of the well dressed psychopath. Wielding a neon green machine gun in each hand, the crazed clown shoots at the ceiling all the while laughing maniacally.
All the workers drop to the ground and put their hands over their heads, shouting and screaming in fear.
"Who's the Santa in this workshop?" the madman questions in-between bursts of gunfire.
A few of the braver guys tackle a tall man trying to make a run for it. They drag him over to the Joker and hold him upright, when the man stops struggling the Joker leans in close to him.
"All this for little ol' me? I must've been a good boy this year! Now it's your turn to be a good boy and tell me who organized this little shindig and why." Drawls the Joker.
"Never!" shouts the panicking man as the two other men struggle to hold on to him as he fights to escape.
"If I tell you, they'll kill me! If I don't tell you, you'll kill me!" he splutters out "I'm just the manager of this warehouse! I don't know nothin' important."
"These are your elves, right?" asks the Joker, pointing to both men with guns still in hand. "They look a bit tall for elves... Don't you think?" he questions, a small pout replacing his crazed smile.
The two men start to panic and just as they turn to run, Joker takes aim and opens fire on them. But instead of going for the kill shot, he shoots at their knees. Both men collapse with shouts of pain and the joker lets out a bark of laughter.
"Much better!" says the joker with a smile.
"Now you tell me what I want to know" says The Joker to the terrified man in his line of fire, "or this workshop will be short a Santa" a grin so crazed plasters itself on to his features, it seems to be tearing at the corners of his scared mouth even more.
"th-they call themselves the light, we just package the stuff for final shipment, but from what I've heard, one dose of this stuff turns you into a monster ten times worse than Bane. All the shipments are for them, this stuff hasn't hit the streets." the manager stutters out quickly, his words running together in his panic.
"hhhmmmm..." muses the joker, crossing his arms and resting his chin on the back of his hand, apparently deep in thought.
"That's all I know! I swear!" don't kill me! Please don't kill me!" the man begs and when the joker turns away from him he collapses to ground next to his two crippled grunts.
"HARLEY! Harley, get out here right now! We have work to do and there isn't any time so spare. The show is about to begin" the madman shouts.
One of the Limos passenger side doors slams open and Harley Quinn slinks out and rushes over to the Joker, smoothing out her ruffled skirt as she flounces over to him.
"I'm sorry for makin' you wait puddin'" she says in her high pitched, drawling voice.
"But Jays been makin such a fuss. The kids being such a brat!" Harley shreaks." he is REFUSING to get out of the car" she pouts "an' after all the love and hard work I put into making his suit"
"I won't come out BECAUSE of the suit" shouts a voice from inside of the limo.
'Wait a second...' muses Wally 'I know that voice...' suddenly worried.
"Jay! You get your behind out here right now young man! Or were leaving." commands the joker with the air of an aloof parent.
"Hmph! Fine!" mutters the voice, and with a great deal of grumbling a black haired boy steps from the limo.
"You happy now?" he asks the Joker sacrasticaly.
"Now don't you look ADORABLE!" responds the clown, ruffling the boys hair.
Slowly, Wally is coming out of shock.
The boy is wearing a form fitting light purple button down shirt, with a forestry green vest over it. Dark Purple skinny jeans modeled to look somewhat like dress slacks cling to his legs flatteringly with black dress shoes. A dark purple tie hangs loosely from around his neck, the first three buttons of his shirt are undone, his shirt itself is un-tucked and wrinkly and his hair is greasy and disheveled with green undertones somehow painted into it.
But two things stand out to the frightened speedster, the black domino mask and the crazed smile.
This is where I need to actually start writing this fic again.
I've been having major writers block with the next chapter, but I HAVE started it, dont you worry your pretty little head~
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