"Search him!" The newly resurrected Lieutenant Gordon barked the order to a rookie. The young officer gulped at the thought of psychically having to touch the deranged criminal before him. The clown smirked upon noticing the man's tension and gave the briefest of motions for the officer to come on closer with his cuffed hands. Reluctantly the young cop's orders were followed. He groped through the Joker's pockets while the jester remained unnaturally silent—waiting for all his secrets to be relieved.

"Another one," the rookie cop said to another after gingerly lifting the ninth or tenth concealed, lint covered blade from another pocket. The noise had lifted the Joker from his reverie. He chuckled once lightly for no particular reason, but all laughing ceased when the officer's hands began search the first back pocket of his trousers. Of course another knife was revealed, but that was of no importance. The hand shifted its attention to the second pocket, first padding it lightly to feel no objects beneath the flat section of cloth. Then the officer's hand attempted to reach inside, however, the try was futile. The pocket had never been functional, sew stuff but the tailor. The rookie abandoned that section of fabric and moved on.

The Joker laughed then, a hearty and twisted laugh. What exactly was it that he kept in that pocket closed off and protected from the rest of the world anyhow? He hardly knew the preciseness of the object anymore but it mattered not. So long as they didn't take it. His mind would never be obtainable to them so long as they didn't take it. His laugh grew in volume as he though, they have nothing. They have nothing to threaten me with at all.

The End


Well this is a bit overdue but I would just like to thank everybody who either favorite, or alerted or reviewed this story—especially those of you who would actually take the time to review every chapter. Thanks so much. Your feedback is much appreciated and I am very pleased that you all enjoyed Joker's Wild.

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