Chapter 5
"Ohhhh, I've always LOVED parties!" The Joker giggled as the elevator climbed upward. We were crammed in. Seven goons, a dead body, me and The Joker. To say the least, it was a cozy ride. The harsh ding of the arrival bell tinged. My heart raced as the doors slid apart. The Joker stepped forward and shoved the dead cop down. I followed and flanked his side. "We made it." He sang and blasted a bullet towards the ceiling. A wave went through the crowd of suave dressed people. They were scared and the fun hadn't even started. The clowns formed a perimeter, shoving people back with their guns so the Joker could have room, almost a stage. "Good evening ladies and gentleman." I followed The Joker cautiously but also with an air of pride. I clutched my semi-auto nervously. From now on I would be on the Most Wanted list. The Joker plucked an entrée off a white clothed table and bit off a hasty chunk. Still chewing he said. "I only have one question. Where is Harvey Dent?" He came to a stop in the center of the clearing. I stood by an cocktail table and leaned against it. I knew it was his time. He rounded back a little, shoving the barrel of his shot gun in people's faces. He took a Champaign glass out of a brunette woman's hand and raised it high, sending most of the contains flying before downing the rest. He set the empty glass on a table. The Joker continued making his way around the circle, slapping and nudging random guests. "You know where Harvey is? You know who he is?"
I could feel the tension in the room building. These rich bastards were all waiting to be saved. I could see it in their eyes. 'Where's Batman?' They were asking the gods. I smirked when I saw one woman crying. Honestly, he hasn't even pulled out a knife yet. He grabbed a balding man at the cheeks, squishing his face together. "Do you know where I could find Harvey? I need to talk to him about something. Just something little." He let go and started around the crowd again. But not before tossing the man's head side to side. "No." He was towards the back of the room now. The atmosphere was amazing. In my eyes, he was shimmering. "You know I'll settle for his loved ones." He said in an old man's face.
He picked up another entrée and popped it into his mouth, frantically chewing. "We're not afraid of thugs like you." The old man spat. The Joker stopped in his tracks. He set his gun down on a table. "You know, you remind me of my father." He reached into his jacket, a gleaming knife making it's appearance. He grabbed the man and pressed the knife to his face. "I hated my father."
"Ok, stop." A tall brunette woman emerged from the crowd. The Joker stared at her for a few seconds and then let the man go. I slithered my way deep into the crowd. I needed to get closer to them. Scared snobs cleared a path and I was soon at an optimum viewing point. "Well, hello beautiful." He said, smacking his lips and fixing his hair. Jealousy burned with in me. Beautiful? This women was beautiful to him. I felt my jaw clench. I fondled my gun. He advanced on the woman. "You must be Harvey's squeeze." He pointed the knife at her. "And you are beautiful." He growled while circling her. The women's shoulders squeezed up to hide her neck defensively. He had called her beautiful again. One more time and she'd be more beautiful than me. Was he trying to piss me off? He came to face her again. "You look nervous. Is it the scars? You wanna know how I got 'em?"
He grabbed the back of her neck roughly. "Come here." I took a step closer to them. I felt the need to growl and rip them away from each other. This instinct goes back to prehistoric times, when women had to defend their males if they wanted to keep them. I shook my head and calmed myself, but kept my smirk ever present. We didn't want the party guests getting too comfortable. The women tried to avoid his gaze, she twisted her head helplessly. "Hey. Look at me." The Joker growled while clutching her face with the knife. "So I had a wife, beautiful, like you." God damn it. He wasn't getting anything from me. The smirk dropped from my face and I fingered the trigger of my gun. I think this woman would look a lot more beautiful with her brains splattered everywhere. "Who tells me I worry too much. Who tells me I oughta smile more. Who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks." He pauses and adjusts himself. His voice comes out more menacing to continue the story. "One day they carve her face. And we have no money for surgeries. She can't take it." His voices shivers a bit and becomes oddly sincere. "I just want to see her smile again. Hm. I just wanted her to know that I didn't care about the scars." The sadistic cringe comes back to his story and profile again. "So, I stick a razor in my mouth and do this to myself." He gestures to his face with the knife. He smiled widely.
"And you know what? She can't stand the sight of me. She leaves. Now I see the funny side. Now I'm always smiling." He raises an arm to present himself fully. The woman knees him in the stomach. He tumbles backwards chuckling. "A little fight in ya." He straightens himself out. "I like that." Out of no where the Batman appears. "Then you're gonna love me." Everything happens to quickly. Clowns rush to aid the Joker while I scurry towards the elevators. My job was to prepare an escape route. I can hear grunts and clashes from the opposite side of the room as I reach the elevator. An old man shakes his head at me. I recognized him, he's Wayne's butler. I jammed my finger into the open doors button. He continued to stare at me. "You got something to say?" I threatened. The elevator doors slid open as a gun shot sounded and glass shattered to the floor. The butler frowned. "You're much too young to be associating with such criminals." I smiled as crazily as I could. My smile was nothing compared to the Joker's. But the old man cringed and that was all I wanted. A woman's scream cut through the air and then slowly drifted. "I think someone just got pushed off a building." I giggled. The man's eyes narrowed as he continued to frown. "Why are you laughing?" He said. "Why aren't you?" I laughed wildly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Later that night at the hide out~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"That went better than I could have asked for." The Joker smiled as he stripped of his vest and tie. I sat on the bed in my pajamas, frowning. "Why the long face, sweets?" He sniggered, making fun of me. I rolled my eyes. "You know, that attitude normally wouldn't be acceptable." He plopped down into a chair, grabbing a wash cloth from the dresser. "Wet this for me." He gestures towards the bathroom. I was pissed but not that pissed to say 'no' to the Joker. I figured I could get away with a exasperated sigh. So that's what I did. He patted my butt as I walked passed him. I flicked the bathroom light on and turn on the tap. "You shouldn't be so mad. It was only to…warm up the atmosphere." I shoved the wash cloth into the water. "Right. Of course it was." I heard him sigh as I turned off the water. "You know you're the only girl I'm interested in." I walked back into the bedroom and stood in front of him. "You're only interested in teaching me how to be a physco. The sex only makes it more fun for you." He looked up at me, a smile ear to ear.
"You can't honestly say that you don't have fun." I sighed and grimaced to the wall. He grabbed my hips. "I want you to clean me up." His voice left no room for negotiation. I went to bend over to take off his make-up but he pushed my back up. "Nu-uh-uuuuh." He pointed to his lap. I blushed but then straddled him to the chair. A knife was pulled from his pocket and he slowly slid it up my back, pushing me closer to him. I blushed even more and brought the wash cloth to his face, slowly clean off the make-up. His eyes drooped shut and swished the knife lightly back and forth over my back. I could feel him getting excited. His tongue flicked across his lips frequently. I marveled over his skin, the dips and wrinkles that characterized his face. All the make-up had been smeared and was coming off easily. I saved his red smile for last. His lips pulled up into smirk. I slowly slipped the damp cloth from his cheek and over his lips. His eyes fluttered open. "Well, wasn't that lovely?" I stared at his scars, how they pulled in different directions as he talked. I smiled softly. "That's better." He patted my back and then cut through my shirt and into my skin. I gasped in pain, my face contorting. "That's even better."