Hello my wonderful readers who probably want to kill me right now. I'm sorry I haven't updated until today, but the world decided to hit me with a big chunk of life. So yeah, but here's a chapter. Hopefully I can update at least once if not two or three more times before school starts, which is a week from thisTuesday for me.
"Mr. J, she's still my sister," Harley protested, stopping herself from stepping between them. She gave Anny a look of apology, and Anny felt like she'd already been shot. Harley loved this insane criminal more than her. It was like a bullet wound to the heart.
"I don't care Harley, she's a traitor and deserves to die," he said this with enough venom to make a gallon of Joker gas, his finger slowly pulling the trigger. Anny closed her eyes tight, waiting for death to come.
"Just pull the trigger Mr. J," she heard Harley whine, "Please just get it over with."
"But my dear Harley," the Joker responded, the menace still in his voice. "The suspense is killing her," he laughed at his own joke, and then a defining bang echoed throughout the hideout, reverberating off the metal walls. Anny felt three last sensations, the warmth of her own blood pooling around her, the cold, steel floor, and the sharp pain of a needle in her arm. Then, darkness consumed her.
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Robin sat in the Batcave, a sense of fear welling up inside him. The Joker was trying to call Batman, and Bruce had told him he needed to be there for the call. So Robin was back in his costume, sitting next to his mentor.
"Ready," Batman asked, looking at him.
"As I'll ever be," Robin said shakily. He'd always been afraid of the Joker, and for good reason. He was one of the greatest, and most psychotic, villains of all time. Batman pressed to accept call button, and they were greeted by a yellow smile.
"Why hello Batsy," he cackled, his white skinned face taking up the whole camera shot. "Long time, no see."
"What do you want Joker," Batman growled, wanting to get straight to the point.
"Is that any way to treat an old friend," the Joker mocked, clutching his heart. "What if I just wanted to make a friendly call?" Batman sat there in silence, glaring at the Joker. Robin sat there with him, mimicking the glare.
"Oh poo, you two are no fun," Joker complained. "I wanted to talk to that bird brained boy of yours," Joker sneered, turning his gaze to Robin, "Because I have something of his." He backed away from the camera to reveal a sight so horrific that it made everything that had happened to his friends seem like it was a fluffy bunny land. Anny lay strapped down to a table in nothing but her underwear, blood tinted the cuffs that held her ankles and wrists down. But that wasn't the worse part. No, the worst part were the walls. They were adorned with human faces. Shriveled, nasty, yellowing faces. All with smiles cut into them, and blood crusted around the mouths. Among the faces were vicious looking tools designed for torture, all of them stained with the blood of the innocent.
"Anny," Robin finally managed to whisper, his hands balling into fists. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Joker had Anny; the Joker had Anny! This psychotic, deranged, murderous lunatic had his Anny!
"Yes Robin, this is Anny," Joker said, speaking to Robin as if he were a small child. "You know, your girlfriend." He was now cackling with glee.
"I swear Joker, if you harm that girl," Batman began, glowering at the Joker.
"To late," Joker sang, dancing around the table, "Unless you don't count shooting her as hurting her." He then gestured to the marbled purple and green wound that marred the side of Anny's body.
"You twisted bastard," Robin roared, now standing. "I will kill you!"
"Oh I'm sure you will," the Joker cooed. "But then what would the Justice League think? Let's face it, if you kill me you'd find yourself locked up in my old cell." Joker was no longer laughing, but rather giving Robin a deadly serious glare. "Now I'll get to the reason I called. Unless you want me to skin your precious Anny alive, and trust me when I say I will," he gestured to the torture tools around him, "Then you had better do what I say."
"Robin will never listen to you," Batman growled, trying to speak for Robin.
"What do you want," he whispered, hanging his head in defeat. Joker had Anny, and was threatening to kill her. What else could he do?
"No Robin, you will not listen to a psycho," Batman scolded.
"Pots and kettles Batman," Joker interjected, laughing.
"Yes I will. How else am I supposed to save Anny," Robin asked, his stare one of hatred as it bore into Batman. "This is exactly why I left, because you didn't trust me. Because you don't care about what I want, because apparently it always has to be about you." Robin turned away from the stunned Batman to look at Joker.
"What do you want?"
"Oh nothing really, just a little meeting, that's all. Just a single meeting, between me and you, alone, at Gotham pier; be there by midnight tomorrow or the girl gets it." The call cut out and left Robin staring at a black screen.
"I'll see you at breakfast," he muttered before walking out of the Batcave.
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"How'd the call go Mr. J," Harley chirped, bouncing excitedly into the room. She wore a smile almost as large as the Jokers.
"How about you ask your sister here," he said, gesturing to the now awake Anny.
"How could you do this to me," Anny asked Harley, tears pooling in her eyes. Harley simply gave her a sympathetic look, her soft blue eyes showing a pity Anny had seen only in those who could do something to help, but chose not to.
"Love," was all her sister could muster, grabbing onto Joker's arm. Rage began to consume Anny.
"Love," she shouted, disbelief reverberating in the enclosed room. "Do you mean to tell me you love that psychotic murderer more than your own sister?" Her oak brown eyes boring holes into Harley.
"It's not that I love him more," Harley retorted, her voice cracking slightly. "It's the fact that I owe him everything. He's the one who brought me out of that disgusting trailer park. He's the one who saved us from our father." Harley's words stung Anny. Not because she said she owed Joker more than she owed her, but because they were true. It had been the Joker who'd killed their father, along with several other people in their trailer park. He'd been the one who had "saved" them. And because of this Harley had chased after the Joker, because she had somehow fallen for him because of that.
"But is this how you treat family," Anny finally mustered, her voice barely audible.
"I'm sorry Anny," Harley began.
"No you're not," Anny screamed, the tears that had been threatening to fall finally doing so. "If you were sorry I wouldn't be here, locked onto this table, almost naked, and the threat of excruciating torture looming over my head." Her words were finally bringing herself to reality. She was at the mercy of the Joker, and there was no way for her to escape.
"Anny, please," Harley tried again, tears coming to her eyes as well. "I do love you,"
"That's bullshit," Anny cut in again. "That is bullshit, and you know it. You are just as bad as that psychotic clown you're so infatuated with. You are nothing more than a criminal and a murderer to me now." The tears had dried up in her eyes, along with the remaining love for her sister.
"Anny," Harley whispered, her whole body shaking.
"Go to hell," Anny hissed, the venom in her voice enough to send Harley running form the room, her sobs audible above the clicking of her heals against the metal floor.
"I should introduce you to Catwoman," Joker joked, stepping towards the door. "You two would get along fabulously. Well, ta ta princess, hope that bullet wound doesn't kill you before midnight tomorrow." He left her there, blood seeping slowly from her newly opened wrist wounds, and tears leaking once more from her eyes.
And that's the end of this chapter. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. It was definitely interesting to write, knowing that it was going to get to a point that it might cross some people's boundaries. But I'd like to know what you all thought as the readers, so please leave a review. They all help me know if what I'm doing is good, or if I need to fix some things. Constructive criticism is openly welcome. I am still looking for a beta, so if you are willing please PM me. Also, even if you don't want to beta, if you notice an error in the chapter whether it be spelling or grammar, let me know in the reviews so I can fix it. I hate having error like that in my stories, so I do try to catch as many as possible when writing it. That's about it for me, so
Reaper of Heroes out.