Family matters.
"I'm not helping you Sasha!" shouted Jester as she slammed her fist on the table at the iceberg Lounge.
Sasha sighed. Why did her sister have to be so difficult? It's not like she didn't help her escape Black Mask and then helped him throw her into a vat of chemicals. Oh wait. She did.
"Look, sis' I need your help. It's serious." said Sasha.
Jester glared. "You do not have the right to call me 'sis' or sister or anything to do with a connection like that! Need I remind you. We are not friends. Or sisters for that matter."
Sasha sighed. "Look. It's not that I don't like. Oh no that's not it, I don't like you at all…. Err what was I going to say?"
Jester clenched her teeth. "Sasha. Leave me alone!"
Sasha glared at her. "My name is Sorrow! Jessica!"
Jester slammed her hands on the table again. "As mine is Jester!"
Sorrow sighed and pulled her mask off her face to revile the mess the acid had left.
Jester grimaced at the sight. You couldn't see the small scar she had inflicted on her sister when she got angry. She found a burning candle and shoved it into her sisters face.
"Look. Jester. I need your help. It's important." said Sasha as she took a sip of her soda.
"It's important to you, you mean?" said Jester as she stretched.
"Why are you being difficult?" hissed Sasha.
"News flash Sasha. I don't like you either!" snapped Jester as she took a sip of her soda. "I hate you and I hate Black Mask and I want you both napping in the ground!"
Sasha bit back her rage. "Listen you little brat. It's the least you could do!"
"Like the least you could've done was save me from Black Mask, but oh look, you didn't." said Jester as she got up to leave.
Sasha glared at her sister. "We're sisters, Jessica. No amount of chemicals and acid can change that fact."
Jester sighed. "Yes but, betrayal can do a lot of damage."
Sasha sighed and got up to follow her. "Look. I'm sorry for what happened."
Jester clenched her fists. "No you're not! You're just trying to get on my good side, well it won't work! I've grown cold to your heart aches Sister dearest." Sasha glared at Jester as she cracked her knuckles. "And I don't turn to putty in your hands anymore. Things change. I've changed. I don't need you to help me get up things anymore Sasha, I can do that on my own. Like getting into trouble I can do that really well, I don't need help. Especially from you."
Sasha watched as her sister left the Lounge and part of her wished she had stopped Black Mask but a bigger part wished she'd helped him to finish her off.