Chapter 6
"Eight and Orchard. You'll find Harvey Dent there." The Joker giggled into a walkie talkie. One of the clowns had managed to hack into the Gotham Police Department radio system. The Joker then dropped the walkie talkie to the floor and smashed it with his foot. He slapped the clown on the back and smiled widely. I had to smile myself. He was infectious. I was hooked. I wasn't myself. I was what he needed me to be at any given moment. The need to please him drove me. I didn't enjoy the sex for the sex. I enjoyed it because he enjoyed it. I could kill anyone as long as he said to do so. There was no Julie Gianni. Only Doll face. The Joker advanced towards me. My heart raced. He patted the top of my head. "Time for bed, sweet cheeks. We got a parade tomorrow." I smiled and nodded briskly, trailing him to his bedroom.
"Cry baby, cry!" The Joker giggled as he slapped the cheek of a police officer who was tied to a support column. The man sobbed heavily and then I placed duck tape over his mouth. "Wonderful!" He squealed and straightened his deputy badge. He was without his make-up, a rare occasion. He looked close to normal in the police uniform. The only thing wrong was the maniacal smile and the sinister gleam in his eyes. "Now." He put an arm around my shoulders. My heart fluttered. "You're going to sit in the van and wait for us. You miss aaallllllll the action. You got that?" He said in a taunting voice. I nodded and smiled. He frowned and his forehead crinkled. I tried my best to look eager for the boring job he had just given me. He sighed and rushed out of the apartment, his goons also dressed like police men followed.
"We got Gordy!" The Joker squealed later that night at the hide out. I smiled the same smile I was always smiling now a days. I had done my job flawlessly. The police had no chance of trailing us with me at the wheel. The Joker began to dance. Something had him excited. I had a strange feeling it had nothing to do with the death of Jim Gordon. "Doll face." He sang. I was at his side in seconds. "I have a little surprise for ya." My eyes sparkled with expectation. I could feel happiness bubble inside me. Maybe he was rewarding me for all my hard work. A hard slap to the face and a quick fall to the floor wiped that thought from my mind. "I'm not very happy with you." He said, leaning over me. My eyes widened. "Why not?" H e laughed uncontrollably. "You're not turning out right." My eyes scanned his face frantically. What had I done wrong? He smiled down at me. "You had no idea, eh?" I could only stare at him in horror.
"Things have been increasingly become boring with you." I gasped. He laughed some more. "So, I'm gonna give you one more chance." My heart began to beat rapidly for all the wrong reasons I was used to. Fear cracked inside of me. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt that way. He stepped on my stomach. I winced. "I really hope you pull through, darling." He applied more pressure. I gasped. "You've become a tool. You're supposed to be my toy!" He said like the problem was totally obvious. "You're going on a little…." He paused, thinking of the right word. "…vacation." I shook my head. I opened my mouth but a gun came down on the top of my head. I was out.
The mad barking of dogs woke me. Cold had seeped into my legs. I opened my eyes to black, like I hadn't opened them at all. My hands were tied behind my back and had been for a while because my skin felt on fire. I had been leaned up against a concrete wall. "Ahhh, you're finally awake!" The Joker's voice echoed around the room that I couldn't see. It sounded filtered in, like it was coming from speakers. "I'm not really here. You're all alone." I swallowed. "Expect for the dogs, of course." A shiver of fear ran down my spine. "They were a gift from the Chechen. Pit bulls. Rather vicious." He giggled. "They're chained….for now." My eyes watered. "Why am I here?" His laughter blared from the speakers. The dogs whimpered. "Every student defies the teacher at least once. And you….haven't." I sighed. "I just did what you asked!" He groaned. "That's exactly why you're where you are." I sniffed. "It's your turn. Create something that's yours. Stop trying to please me, I already have clowns to do my work. Your job is to learn. Alter yourself. Make your name."
I wiggled against my binding. "I don't understand." Silence engulfed the room. "I'm trying to make you see." I bit my lip as the rope dug into my wrists. "See what?" He laughed. "The only sensible way to live in this world is with out rules. After breaking all the rules the consequences become inconsequential." I jerked my hands out of the rope, my skin stinging in protest. "You're going to be put through a couple of…tests." I stood creakily, I could almost hear my muscles groaning. I stayed against the wall, too afraid to explore. "Break out of your submissive little shell." The dogs were as silent as mice. The only sound was chains clinking against concrete. "Become…..a freak."