"Wakey, wakey." I felt something poking my side. I groaned and tried to lift my head. I whimpered as my head fell back down onto a pillow. It felt like my neck had been kicked by a horse's hooves. "Oh, yeah. Sorry about that, Doll face. You were annoying me. So I, uh, punched you." Hysterical laughter filled the room. I clenched my jaw and pushed myself into a sitting position. "Atta girl." I opened my eyes. The rush of color made me dizzy. The sheets of The Joker's bed were purple but the pillow cases were a vivid green. I looked up. The Joker was sitting on the edge of the bed. "And I thought I'd have to wake you up with a kiss." He giggled playing with a knife. My eyes swept across the room, the floor was checkerboard tile, black and white. The walls were draped with billowy purple fabric. Random pieces of furniture were place around the room, all ranging in different shades of purples and greens. "Nice room." I said sarcastically. "Hurry up. We have something to take care of." He got up, still twirling the knife. I followed, still a little groggy. "Today, I'm going to teach you the proper way of killing someone." My eyes bulged. "There's a wrong way?" He giggled. "Yes, and it's your way." I bit my lip, resisting the urge to pout. What was wrong with me? I should be afraid and pissed off. The Joker was charming me. He was the viper and I was the furry little animal. His venomous eyes keeping me still when I should be running. "I'm glad you're more expressive now. You were boring yesterday." He was looking at me now. I frowned and quirked an eyebrow. He just smiled and started for the door.
"Who exactly are you going to kill?" I asked The Joker as the van drummed along the highway, back into the heart of Gotham. "I'm sure you know him. The crime lord, Gambol." I gripped the edge of the foam seat. "WHY?" He giggled. "You're so funny." My mouth was hanging open at this point. He could be totally terrifying one day and then playful the next. He really was insane. "He disrespected Boss, so we're going to take him out." A masked clown intercepted from the passenger's seat. The Joker had insisted that his clown goons drive the van while he and I were jostled around in the back. The Joker patted the clown's shoulder. "Good boy." I huffed. "So we're just going to walk in there, guns blazing?" The Joker cackled. "No, no, no, nooooo." He waggled a finger at me. "You're going to put this" He held up a black trash bag "over me and carry me in. Free, automatic entry." I was confused, and there was no way in HELL was I going to carry him. "Five hundred grand dead." He sang and leaned back in his seat. My mouth formed an 'O'. He chuckled a few times before setting his head on the head rest and closing his eyes.
We were now parked in front of a tall brick building, Gambol's place. God, we were really gonna do this. I gasped as the clowns pulled off their masks. They were attractive! I was expecting them to be….y'know…..more thug-like. The driver had sandy blonde hair that was spiked, his face pleasant. I would have thought he was cute if we weren't in this particular co-existence. The one in the passenger's seat was black with a strong looking face. The Joker giggled. "None for you, Missy. I don't want my boys having whatever Sally gave you." I blushed and opened my mouth to retaliate but he up a hand up to stop me. "Two more guys should be showing up in a few minutes." The driver said while pulling the key from the ignition. "Out, out." The Joker teased while shooing me with his hands. I yanked open the door and hopped out. I thought about slamming the car door in his face but I didn't. He was in a good mood now but there was no guarantee that he would be in a few minutes. I crossed my arms and waited for the rest of them. The Joker stepped out of the van and glanced my way. "Ohhhh, the pouty look. I like it." He smiled and advanced towards me. The driver and passenger flanked his sides. "Down boys." He growled and they stopped in their tracks. He was inches from me. "Did my teasing get your panties in a bunch?" He jabbed, licking his lips excitedly. I raised and eyebrow and jutted out my lower jaw. "Well." I started. "Uh uh uhhh, there's no time, Doll face. Time to get to work." He pivoted on his heel and laughed crazily.
I huffed angrily. I need to stay in control or I'd pay for it later. I heard the scuff of shoes on concrete behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and inspected the two more goons making there way towards our little 'pow wow'. The Joker laid down a large trash bag and then sat on top of it. "Wrap me up!" He squealed and the males got to work. When they were done The Joker looked like a gigantic black joint. He smiled as they placed a bag over his face gently. "Ready, set, heave!" He cheered as they picked him up. We all started towards the back entrance of the building. An idea sprung into my mind. "Isn't Gambol going to recognize me? From the mob meeting?" I said almost tripping in a pot hole. The Joker cackled and the plastic ruffled. "Don't flatter yourself, sweetie." I grinded my teeth. Bastard. The goons smirked and I clenched my fists. The men halted at the door, it reminded me vaguely of a funeral. I caught on quickly and pounded on the door for them.
One of Gambol's men creaked out the door. "Yeah?" The blonde thug responded. "We got the Joker's body." Gambol's man whistled and stepped out of the building. He lifted up the bag that was on the Joker's face. "Damn." He mumbled. I couldn't believe how well the Joker was pulling this off. "Alright, come on up." He turned and held open the door for our little group. Another one of Gambol's men stepped forward. "We'll take that." He said while nodding towards the Joker burrito. They carried the body ahead of us. I looked around nervously. The walls were covered in expensive looking black wallpaper with inlaid gold. The floors a dark marble. I could hear the clink of pool balls hitting each other. We turned the corner and caught site of Gambol himself along with two more men.
"Yo, Gambol. There's somebody here for you. They say they've just killed The Joker." One man said. "They brought the body." We trudged in slowly. They set the Joker on a table and Gambol circled slowly towards us. One of Gambol's men yanked off the bag covering the Joker's face. He lay there still, eyes closed. "So, dead." He stood in front of us, the Joker's body just behind him. "That's five hundred." The Joker whipped up as Gambol turned around, pressing a knife to his cheek. "How 'bout alive?" He sneered. Our men pushed Gambol's men to their knees, guns to their heads. Everyone's attention was on the Joker. He had a crazed look in his eyes. I stood in the door way. He glanced at me and then focused on Gambol. 'Today, I'm going to teach you the proper way of killing someone.' The Joker's words echoed in my mind. "You wanna know how I got these scars?" The Joker said casually, close to Gambol's ear. He took a deep breath and continued. "My father was a drinker and a fiend. And one night, he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit." He licks his lips every few words and adjusts the knife so it's resting on Gambol's lips. "So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it." He stares Gambol in the eyes. "He turns to me and he says 'Why so serious?'." In thoughs few words his voice had gone from it's usual playful tone to a dark and menacing one. "He comes at me with the knife 'Why so serious?'." He then slipped the knife in between Gambol's teeth. "Stick the blade in my mouth 'Let's put a smile on that face'." The knife was now tugging at the corner of Gambol's mouth. "Aaaaaaaaaaaand." He sang, playful again. He looked down at one of Gambol's thugs pleasantly. "Why so serious?" He ripped through the side of Gambol's face and said crime lord fell to the floor, now dead weight.
The Joker stood from the table and tugged the garbage bags off. "Now, our operation is small but there's a lot of potential" He looped around the table and grabbed a pool stick. "for aggressive expansion." He growled while lifting his arms. "So which of you fine gentlemen would like to join our team?" He was in front of us now. "Oh, there's only one spot right now. So, we're going to have" He broke the pool stick over his knee. "try outs." He inspected both pieces and then dropped the sharpest to the floor. Our goons let go of Gambols'. The Joker weaved through the men towards me. "Make it fast." He muttered and hooked one of my arms, dragging me down the hall. "You don't need to see that, Doll dace. You've learned enough for one day." I gulped and noticed that I was… a little turned on by his performance. I bit my lip, begging for the feeling to go away. I noticed how nice it felt to have him so close to me. The snide remarks were washed from my mind. "Dazing off is dangerous." I shook my head and realized we were at the van. The Joker cackled and patted my head. "What am I going to do with you?" I blushed.
~~~~~~Later that night at the hide out~~~~~~
I was in the lounge watching the Gotham City News when our newest recruit stepped in. He noticed me on the couch and smirked. 'Uh oh' I thought and scooted so I was pressed into a corner of the couch. He was tall and fairly muscular. He was African American and rather dark. He plopped onto the couch. "I'm Ray. What's your name?" He smiled. I smiled weakly back. "I'm D-." I stopped. I had almost said Doll face. "I'm Julie." He nodded and scooted a little closer to me. "Aren't you a little young to be working for the Joker?" I shrugged and he chuckled, slinking his arm around me. I suddenly felt awkward. Which was strange, I was so used to being with men I barely knew. Him being so close to me seemed wrong. I sighed and handed him the remote. I stood. "Not interested?" I looked back, he was frowning. "Not really." He clenched his jaw. "And why not?" I walked to the door, swinging it open. "Aren't I a little young to be having sex with you?" I smirked and stepped out, the door slamming behind me.
A familiar laugh echoed through the warehouse. The Joker was walking towards me, coming from his quarters. "I didn't know you could be so harsh, Doll face." I stopped walking, confused. "Oh, I got cameras everywhere." He grinned and slipped an arm around my waist. He led me back towards his room. "Shall we?" He licked his lips and opened the door, pulling me through. I didn't protest at all as he sat me on the couch. He flipped on the TV and sat down next to me. We watched nearly an hour of news in silence before he pulled me onto his lap. "What?" He pressed a finger to my lips. "Shhhhhhh, you'll ruin the spontaneity." My heart pounded faster. He removed his finger from my lips and cupped my face. I could feel my body heating up. Just how far was he going to take this? More importantly, how far would I let him? His eyes flicked about my face, studying my blush excitedly. His thumbs rubbed my cheeks slowly. "More like porcelain than I expected." He muttered. I gulped as he inched forward. I couldn't take it much longer. I gripped his jacket, closed my eyes and pushed my lips to his. "Mmmm." He growled. Our lips seemed to fit like puzzle pieces. Cliché fireworks exploded inside of me. This was the best kiss I had ever had. He pulled away finally. I was longing for more, maybe even tongue. His hands left my face. "Remember." He sang. "I'm crazy." He laughed manically and cradled my to him, rocking me like a baby.
His laughter had calmed down but he still held me there. I had calmed down too, realizing that it was over. The news caster then said something that caused the Joker to jump up excitedly and overall drop me to the floor. "Did ya hear that?!?? Huh, Doll face?!?!" He danced around the room as I crawled back onto the couch. "Lau's been captured!" I rubbed my now sore back, way to ruin the moment. "I told them! I told them!" He giggled. He kneeled on the floor in front of me, grabbing my knees. "Things are about to get so much more fun!"