I'm sorry for the long update, but here's the next chapter. Thanks for the reviews and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
The Joker and Bruce glared at each other for what seemed endless hours. A pin drop could have been heard. The eerie silence was almost too frightening for one to stand. The never really met Bruce before, but little did he know that he was the same vigilante he hated to love.
"What are you doing here?" hissed Bruce, breaking the silence. "Don't you think you've hurt Kayla enough already?"
The Joker growled. "Mind your own business, you preppy rich boy," he spat. "This is between me and her."
"Weren't you the one who sent me her and the kids?" said Bruce with a smirk, making the Joker wince.
Kayla, however, paid no mind to what these two men were quarreling about. She suddenly felt a horrid pain in the pit of her stomach. It felt like someone tore a sacred place inside of her. Flames suddenly flashed before her eyes. She heard a woman screaming. Then, there was a building exploding. Finally, the faces of a beautiful woman and handsome man covered her vision. They were happy for a split second and then gone in a flash.
Kayla collapsed on to her knees, overwhelmed by the feeling. She could feel tears falling down her face.
Bruce and the Joker immediately noticed her distress. The Joker knelt down to her eye level, seeing what was wrong with her. "Kitty…?" he started.
Kayla turned to face him and he was ambushed by the frightened expression on her face. Her mouth widened in fear and shock, a look that he almost pained to see. He knew it was a bad sign. She let out a scream and jumped out of his reach, cowering at the corner of the hospital room.
Bruce ran out the door and called the doctor for help.
The Joker kept staring at her in disbelief. He longed to reach for her, but he knew that'll only make things worse. It was as if he were a vicious, man-eating lion, preying on an innocent and helpless zebra in the wilderness of Africa.
The doctor rushed into the room with a nurse, almost knocking the Joker out of the way. Kayla began to thrash about as they approached her. They forcefully grabbed her, still kicking and screaming, and injected her with easing drug.
The Joker watched as Kayla became still and relaxed, becoming limp in the arms of the doctor.
Bruce shook his head as the doctor and nurse placed Kayla back on the bed. He saw the Joker go to Kayla's side, staring into her cold, blank eyes.
"We're going to have to put her in a psychiatric hospital," said the doctor. The Joker stiffened hearing that. "It seems she has post traumatic shock."
Bruce nodded. "Will she be able to recover her memory?"
The doctor sighed. "I'm not sure, but speak to the doctors in the other hospital and they'll give you a more concrete answer."
The Joker tried not to tremble in anger. He could hear Kayla's breathing slowing. His anger was beginning to surge again. He straightened himself and left the room, ignoring stares of others. He had to visit a certain individual.
Warning: the next section is violent. Do not read if it offends you.
Edward Nigma, or more like Riddler, was laughing in bed with Harley. Both were nude with a bowl of fruit beside them. Since he left Kayla at the hospital, the two of them have become more than just lovers, though he knew that Harley's heart and loyalty will always be for the Joker. He tired to go after Kayla, in one of Harley's pleas, a few hours after he left her there, knowing that she already have given birth, but to his shock the hospital told her that she ran away with the baby and they had no idea where they might be. He later received an anonymous tip that she was in a hospital in Gotham, so he was planning to visit her tomorrow.
"I should leave now," said Harley, sighing and getting up.
"Why?" asked Edward, immediately snatching her back down.
"I can't be here when my Mr. J could be home at any moment! What would I tell him if I asked him where I was?" she cried.
Edward rolled his eyes. "He hasn't shown his damn scarred face since I left that fat bitch at the hospital. Do you think he'll show now?" He's probably for her and that bastard child of his. He already found the other two brats. Don't you think he'll kill you once he finds out that you're the reason that all of this happened?"
Harley glared at him. "Aren't you afraid of what he might do to you when he finds out? Don't underestimate him."
"Please my little clown," he said, pinching her nose. "I'm not afraid of him. I'll protect you. Let's see if a dirty, smell clown can go against the Riddler."
Harley was about to defend the Joker's name when the door suddenly was bust open, making them both jump. They were both startled to see the Joker glaring at them with his dagger in his hand.
"Hello, you love birds," he hissed.
"Get out!" barked Edward. "You think a simple knife can withstand my gun," he said as he pulled it out from under his pillow. "You're out matched."
The Joker laughed sending chills down both of their spines. "I don't think so."
Suddenly, Edward's hand was shot by one of the Joker's henchmen, almost blowing his whole hand off. He yelled in pain as the gun was dropped to the floor. Harley watched in shock as they began to tie Edward. She realized that the Joker wasn't focused on her, which she took as a good sign. She ran out of there too scared to even look back.
Though Edward tried to struggle, he couldn't do so, especially when the bunt of the gun smashed against his head. He grunted, but froze when rope circled his neck. His hands and feet were already tied together.
"You know, Eddie, I want to play a game since I am the Joker, but I have no idea what we can play," said the Joker, putting a finger to his lips, pouting. "Oh! I know! Why don't we play… hangman." Edward tried to say something, but the rope tightened around his neck. "Now it's two words and eight letter in total. Let's see if you can guess them."
Edward began to choke and his eyes began to droop. His face was turning blue from the lack of oxygen going to his brain. The Joker snarled and stomped over to him, snatching his face between his hand.
"Now you have the same look she has, you fucking asshole," he said, spitting on his face. "GIVE ME A LETTER!" Edward started making gurgling noises. "Too short on words are you now? You weren't when you were trying to seduce my Kitty, huh?"
Edward felt his body becoming weaker and weaker. He couldn't breath as the rope enclosed with no mercy. He could hardly hear what the Joker was saying.
"Look at me!" hissed the Joker. Edward's lifeless eyes looked into his cold ones. "I want you so look and recognize the face who killed you like the worthless dog that you are," he growled slicing his dagger across his neck.
The Joker looked on as his henchmen released the rope and the blood began to pour out of Edward's neck. "It was Dead Meat by the way," the Joker whispered in his ear as his body began to shake, wishing he had a release to this pain.
The Joker wanted to make him die a slow and agonizing death. Well… he accomplished it.
I'm sorry for such a short chapter, but I promise to update as soon as I can. Thanks for reading and please review!
PS – Do you guys think I should kill Harley Quinn?