Chapter 6

"Wake up Sidesie... Come on wake up... Wake up, it's Hector!"

I slowly opened my eyes to find Hector looked down at me was smiling at me. I realised I feel asleep without knowing it last night.
"Also what were you dreaming of?, because I have been here for five minutes, and every minute you would mumble, 'so irresistible'" He said trying to imitate my voice.

He laughed and punched him in the arm. Hector looked like every other inmate her; he had a few scars on his face, short spiky blonde hair, and was wearing a dirty hoodie and jeans with the bit of clown makeup he had to wear for Daddy J's gang. Since he was pretty high ranking because of me, he didn't have to wear a lot. He wore lots of black eyeliner with x crosses over his eyes.

"I can tell you, but you can't tell anyone." I said sitting up in my bed.
"I'm all ears. But tell me on the way to the titan containers. I want you to see something." I got out of bed and followed Hector out the door, down the stairs and out my front door of my little house. As we were walking I started to explain what I was dreaming about.

"Okay Hector, have you were heard of The Werewolf?" I asked keeping my voice low.

"Yeah, news got around fast. Can't believe a guy like that is working with Catwoman, he could rip her head off." He laughed.

"Anyway, yes, well I ran into him last night and well... We kissed!" I whispered excitedly to him.

He started at me in astonishment. "You're shitting me! You did not kiss a professional criminal who is working against your dad!"

"But I did! And he was amazing." I swooned.

"I do not see this ending well..." Said Hector unsurely about my decision.

"It's okay, I know his identity, and I am meeting him later tonight before sunrise!" I said excitedly as I thought of Lukess.

"You do know what happened while you were gone right?" He said seriously.

I looked confusedly at him, not having a clue what it was about.

"Last night, while you were probably with him, Catwoman broke into the Steel Mill and stole loot!" I spat at the thought of Catwoman.

"That's it. I'll skin her alive!" I shouted angrily. "No one steals from Daddy J and gets past me!" I continued.

"You can do that after you deal with the guys at the TITAN tank." We both climbed up a building near the area where we kept one of the TITAN tanks.

"You see, the reason why I left my post was because I couldn't stand here and listen to the bullshit that they were saying about you and Harley. They were saying extremely... sexual, stuff about you two."

I spat again at that. "Be. Right. Back" I gritted through my teeth.
I jumped down from the building with my chain my hand.

"Oh boys! I heard you guys were about me and Mommy Quinn!" I said sounding like my usual crazy self.

"I have no idea what your taking about." Said one who was obviously scared of me.

"I think you do, and I do not appreciate that sort of talk!" I said getting angry.
They all looked at each frighten, good. Then one steps forward trying to confront me.

"Well, maybe we did!" One said with a shaky voice.

"Yeah maybe we did say some stuff." Said one sounding confident, almost like he was planning to do stuff like that now.

"Do you want to hear it?" Mocked the confident one.

I twisted my growl into a small evil smile. "Sure, why not." I said calmly.

The idiotic bozo thought he had succeeded, and that maybe I actually wanted to hear the horrible stuff. He was standing tall with pride, good, it will just make it more fun when I break him down and watch him cry.

"I was saying how since you were such a crazy freak you would be into some crazy freaky stuff!" The confident one shouted to me. The other three began to laugh with him. I remained calm and slowly walked towards him, hiding my chain behind my back.

I was now standing only a few feet away, I looked as calm as possible for them, like I wasn't about to hurt him.

"Also, I was saying how-," I lashed out at his face with my chain. As I did, I switched from calm to plain annoyed and psychotic. I then swiftly moved behind him and wrapped the chain around his neck and choked him. He struggled to get free. I quickly looked at the others who were pointing their guns right at me. I grinned at them, "Do you really think it's a smart idea to shoot Daddy J's daughter? He would probably do worse things to you then what I am about to do!" I laughed.

I was still strangling the gang member, he was gasping for air. The sound of him suffering was like music to my ears. Soon he feel to the floor gasping for air, unable to move. I was thinking of a way to finish him off, then I had an idea. I turned to face the cowardly gang members who were staying a fair distance away from me.

"One of you bozos throw me a knife, now!" I ordered.

One of them scrambled through his pockets looking for a knife. He soon pulled out a nice and new dagger. With shaky hands, he threw the knife to me as fast as he could. I caught the knife by the handle in mid air I then bent down over the breathless gang member. I gave him a disgusted look, right before I began to carve the word dumbass in his neck. He started to scream painfully as I started, even more music to my ears. The sounds of screams were like a band that never stopped playing music. He soon fell still when I came up to the m. His blood dripped all over my hands and the dagger. I wiped my hands on his shirt and stood up and observed the carving. I laughed a little at the dead body before I turned to face the others.

"Now, how about a joke before the pain?" I asked them with an evil look on my face.

They stuttered as they took a few steps back away from me. They backed up against the wall behind them and were shaking with fear. They were all like little idiotic trees. They stand tall until someone cuts them down, good thing I am the one who cuts them down.

I spoke directly at the one who was the first to make a wise crack about me.
"Hey, you know what's ironic?" I pulled out my gun that I was holding from behind my back and pointed it straight at him. "This." I then shot him, not in the head, not in the chest, not in the stomach, but right between his legs, where it would cause the most pain for him. His blood curdling scream was louder and more pleasurable to hear than any other scream I have ever heard. He fell to the ground and rolled in pain. He wouldn't stop screaming until he finally lost enough blood to fall unconscious, and soon to follow, death.

The others were screaming at the pain they were watching, afraid that they were going to experience it too. But I couldn't, one of the rules of comedy was never to repeat the same joke twice. SO I was just going to settle for killing them with a bullet through their chest, seemed like a good enough plan. As I pointed my gun to one of the gang members, I heard the speakers go off with the sound of Mommy Quinn's voice.

"Sidesie, can you come to Daddy J's office now, it's important."

I was still pointing my gun at the gang member, but I lowered it. They all looked surprised, that I didn't shoot them, oh but they were still going to die.

"I got more important things to do right now than to deal with you dumbasses! So that's why Hector is going to finish you off. And if you dare hurt him, you will suffer more pain than that guy!" I said as I pointed to the dead body that I shot.

Hector climbed down from the building and walking next to me and stood by my side. I handed him the gun and walked out of the area and towards the steel mill. As I walked out, I heard gunshots and screams from behind me. I laughed simply at their pain. They deserved it, no one says that stuff about me and Mommy Quinn and get away with it without a 'joke'.

When I arrived at Daddy J's office, I just found Mommy Quinn inside; looking sadder then I have ever seen her before in my life.
My mood dropped a bit at her sad expression. No evil smile, no Mister J mumbling, just her standing there in a normal stance looking sadly at me.
"Mommy Quinn? Are you okay?" I asked worried.

"Sweetie, I have something to tell you, it won't be easy to take, but we have to tell you." She said sounding like she was going to cry. "Mister J is not his old self anymore; he is right now a dying state."

No, no this couldn't be happening, not to my Daddy J! I couldn't lose him! He is the reason why I laugh and joke! I need him in my life!
"No, you're kidding me right?" I sobbed.

"I'm afraid not." She said sounding like she was on the verge of crying.

I ran over to her and hugged her as tightly as I could; my whole world is falling apart. He would always be the one to repair it if it was broken, but now, he can't fix this.

I started to sob in my Mommy Quinn's arms. She patted my back softly trying to calm me down.

"Why didn't you tell me when it first came up?" I sobbed.

"We found out when we moved here when you were ten. We didn't want to put that pressure on you because we thought Mister J would get better. But... Obviously not!" Mommy Quinn started to cry as well. She hugged me and mumbled through her sobs 'Mister J'. I started to full on cry with her.

That one moment together made me realise so much in only a few seconds. I loved Daddy J too much to let him go. I must have him live forever, somehow. If not, I want to destroy all of Arkham, just to see him laugh. I want see him make jokes at the people who did him wrong. I want to see him laugh at Batman dead corpse after I plunge a knife into his chest. I want him to laugh at anyone who refuses to obey him as he shoots them all.

Mommy Quinn pulled away from me and wiped away her tears, and tried to cover-up how she had been crying by trying to look tough.

"Now... I need to go find Mr Freeze and get the cure from him. Just so you know I am doing everything I can to cure Mister J. So that means you need to work hard to keep Batman and anyone else out of the Steel Mill." She said.

She still had that little sob in her that makes it sound like she was going to cry again. I couldn't stand to watch Mommy Quinn cry, especially over the fact that Daddy J is dying. So I looked her dead in the eyes, my only thoughts were about killing and joking.

"Don't worry Mommy Quinn. I'll do better than that. I will make the world burn just so Daddy J can laugh more.

She smiled evilly at me, and I smiled evilly back. We both began to laugh. We laughed more evilly than ever. Psychotic thoughts filled both our heads; we wanted what was best for our Joker. And we planned to do it anyway we can.
Arkham City be ready. I am to burn you and break you down. Just for a joke.