After pulling back the blankets on Joker's bed to slide underneath them, the last thing Jayde could remember was stirring from her sleep a few hours later when she felt a pressure on her hand, stretched out on the bed between her and the Joker. She could vaguely remember wondering what had woken her and why her fingers felt stuck together when Joker readjusted his grip on her hand, moving his fingers only slightly. A silly, sleepy grin had attacked her face in the dark when she heard him take a deep breath in and exhale comfortably a second later, as though subconsciously reassuring her that he was still ok.
Now, as Jayde rolled over to face him, dim light peeked into the room from around the black drape over his window, and she lifted her head slightly to see around his pillow. Fortunately, he had not moved during the night and was still asleep on his back, his hand rested over the place where he had gripped hers in his sleep a few hours ago. Jayde stared at his scarred knuckles, slightly ashamed of herself for letting go of his hand when it was clear he had meant for her to hold onto it.
As he lay there, propped up slightly by his pillows, Joker was scowling hard in his sleep, his face turned up and tilted back slightly as it seemed like he had been trying for most of the night to get comfortable. Jayde had slept next to him enough times to know that he was usually unable to sleep on his back and almost always resorted to laying on his stomach or side. Luckily, it seemed as though he had finally been able to fall asleep so Jayde was extremely careful not to move the bed as she turned onto her other side slowly, to face him.
Closing her eyes, Jayde thought back to the night before and the whirlwind of emotions her body had put her through. It was rather alarming to her now, upon looking back, how distraught she had felt when it seemed like Joker was practically dying and as she lay there, staring at the back of his hand, she started to wonder about what it could possibly be that made her feel this way about him. He was rude and mean, amoral and self-absorbed. Manipulation was one of his favorite games, using people to get what he needed, then disposing of them once his needs had been met. His moods changed as quickly as traffic lights although much less predictably. One minute, he was laughing and joking with her, kissing her and touching her hair. The next, he was lashing out, ignoring her or calling her stupid, raising his voice at her, simply to get a reaction. Jayde's eyes had just closed again when beside her, this man took a deep breath in through his nose, reaching up with his left hand to scratch his jaw sleepily as he adjusted his shoulders.
Jayde ignored this, laying still with her eyes closed, hoping to pretend that she was still asleep although a second later, when Joker's pointer finger stretched out to gently touch the top of hers, it became impossibly difficult to keep herself from grinning. Maybe it was the little things like a tiny touch or even just a look that made her have these feelings. However, Jayde figured by now that she would never quite figure it out and there was no need to deny or analyze it anymore- Jayde was completely head over heels for this guy and she had no idea why...and was starting to believe she never would. For the time being, she stayed still, her face buried into the pillow while Joker's finger continued to glide gently up and down the top of hers, slowly, in rhythm with his deep breathing. Part of Jayde really wanted to slide over and let him wrap his arm around her, but the other parts were really enjoying this subtle show of affection when he was under the impression that she was asleep and could not feel it. For nearly a full minute, she let him go on until his finger slowed and then slowed more until it lay perfectly still atop hers.
Unable to contain herself anymore, Jayde pushed herself up to inch closer until she was right next to him, taking his hand in between hers. Joker grunted once, softly in his sleep before his eyes opened slowly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as his vision cleared. A gentle smile met her face as he blinked heavily, sleepily clearing his throat before exhaling through his nose.
"Hi," he growled, his voice raspier and lower than normal, more than likely from barking orders and shouting at his team the previous night. Jayde's smile expanded as his hand let go of hers and his arm raised to wrap around her, giving her perfect access to that one comfortable spot where his shoulder met his chest, for once actually indicating that he would like her to rest her head there
"Hi." She answered quietly, scooting as closely as possible to his side without touching his leg in any way. "How are you feeling?" she then asked, rolling over further to rest her arm on his bare chest, shivering slightly when he reached up to glide two of his fingers very lightly along the underside of her forearm. He took a deep breath in.
"Alive." He answered flatly, opening one eye when he felt Jayde tilt her head back to look up at him. Their gazes met for just a second, trying to read each others minds before Jayde smiled, bravely reaching up to touch her pointer finger very lightly to the scar on his right cheek, the more symmetrical and evenly shaped of the two. At first, Jayde nearly brought her hand back when Joker flinched ever so slightly but a moment later, he sighed, leaning into her touch a bit. "Kelly said I'm supposed to stay in bed today…" he murmured, patiently allowing Jayde to pet him for a few moments, deciding that maybe a little 'TLC' was exactly what he needed to quell that bitter-tasting, angry, malicious feeling lurking in the pit of his stomach. He could feel Jayde's scar stretch into a grin against his shoulder so he licked his lips, opening his eyes to look down at her. "Darling, could you do me a favor? Run downstairs and get me a glass of ice water?" he asked charmingly.
Jayde sighed sarcastically, pushing herself up onto her elbow to smirk down at him. "Only if you kiss me first and say please." Her smirk expanded when Joker's brown eyes narrowed onto her blue ones where he glanced back and forth between them. Finally, he brought his arms up, pushing himself away from his pillows until he could rest with his elbows behind him and his lips met hers smoothly. Jayde tried not to smile upon remembering back to the times when Joker used to openly look for ways to get out of showing her affection. It seemed now, he understood that a few sweet words and a kiss here and there was really all she needed to stay happy. She shivered when he brought his left hand up to the side of her neck, sliding his thumb along her jaw lightly. After another moment, he pulled away, separating their lips by only inches so he could open his eyes and see hers.
"Please?" he growled deeply, his voice quiet and gravely as he moved his hand to now glide his thumb down the front of her neck, forcing another deep shiver from her. She groaned, pulling away immediately to crawl off of the bed, casting him a dark look as she went.
"You're the devil." She told him, leaning down to pick up the sweater she had taken off the previous night. He grunted a laugh, reaching for the remote to his tv.
"I prefer Joker, actually…" he answered distractedly, straining to see the right buttons in the dim light as Jayde walked to the door, opening it to flood the room with bright sunlight. The door had almost closed behind her when from within the room, she heard him call, "-And tell that nigger Tre to give you my phone!"
Jayde shook her head, rolling her eyes as she ran into Dotcom, just opening his door, yawning with his glasses rested sloppily at the very end of his nose. He noticed her just a second before his eyes glanced at the Joker's closed door and he took a deep breath, pointing at it.
"How's he doing?" he asked, walking beside Jayde as they made their way to the top of the stairs to go down. She shook her head, glancing at him with a somewhat annoyed expression.
"Cranky." She answered, glancing behind the stairs to Tre's door that was luckily already open. "I think he's annoyed that Kelly told him he has to stay in bed all-…"
Like some great bear coming out of it's cave, a deep voice interrupted her. "If you think that dude is about to stay in his bed all day, girl, you on that new shit." Tre commented, shaking his head as he emerged from his bedroom, holding his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Both Jayde and Dotcom glanced at each other before looking to Tre, who shrugged his shoulders, taking a cigarette out to place it loosely between his lips and walk over toward the sliding glass door. He reached it, sliding it open half way to light the cigarette outside, but then counterproductively blow the smoke into the house as he spoke. "He's probably really mad right-…" he had begun to say but was interrupted abruptly by the sound of a door being thrown open on the second floor with a slight bang.
Jayde felt her stomach clench up, even just from the angry, itchy energy that had now entered the room, up on the landing in the form of one seething, heavily limping Joker. Tre breathed through his nose, lowering his head slightly as he and his best friend made eye contact, though only for a second before Joker started limping toward the stairs, gliding his hand along the railing.
"Jayde, did it ever occur to you that I might need my phone like…now?" he asked loudly, leaning heavily on his left arm as he started taking slow steps down the stairs. Luckily, his head was bowed, concentrating on what he was doing so he did not have to see the taken-back, rather hurt expression on her face as she glanced at Tre for help. She clearly had no idea what to say and Joker could not help but roll his eyes when Tre spoke up, deflecting his attention from Jayde.
"How are you feelin', bro?" he asked, taking another hit of his cigarette casually, trying to smooth over the attitude emanating from the Joker like waves of heat. By now, he had reached the bottom stair and had just stepped down off of it when he rolled his eyes to the ceiling, sucking in a breath of air through his teeth, making a hissing noise as he searched for an appropriate answer.
"Actually," he began, finally glancing back and forth between Jayde, Dotcom and Tre, feeling slightly cornered. Jayde felt her stomach drop another few inches. "I'm feeling pissed as fuck and like I'm about to go kill a lot of people, Tre." He answered as though he had been commenting on his plans for a picnic in the park. His eyes squinted as he rocked his head to the side. "How 'bout you…" Without waiting for an answer, Joker began limping over toward him, one hand held out as he approached. "My phone, if you will." He requested, glancing up and down between his outstretched hand and Tre's calm face.
"You're not supposed to go anywhere today, guy, you know what Kelly-…" Tre began to try and reason with him but stopped when Joker interrupted.
"I'm also not supposed to do this," he growled, reaching up quickly to flick Tre's cigarette in half, scowling hard at him as a murderous look came over his black friends face. "-I do what I can. Now, phone?" he went on to ask for a second time, holding his hand out to Tre once again, staring at his angry brown eyes with his eyebrows raised. Finally, Tre walked away, over to his bedroom to disappear inside. Both Jayde and Dotcom turned away quickly when Joker looked over at them, trying to make it look as though they had been busy doing something when his attention was left undivided. Luckily, Joker seemed to have forgotten to tell Tre something and was now shouting after him, "And you might as well get changed while you're in there- you're comin' with me!"
Jayde glanced over quickly from the kitchen, feeling slightly more at ease when she noticed Joker wince as he tried to put his full weight on his leg and he seemed to decide that sitting down at the table was more comfortable than standing there, pretending his leg didn't hurt. As he sat, she heard him exhale with a groan and in the reflection of the microwave, she noticed him rest his forehead in his hand with his elbow on the table. Part of her really wanted to go scratch his back and try and help him feel better, but his mood was explosive at the moment, like a bomb just seconds away from going off. The pain was clearly making him irritable and angry, probably at himself for allowing it to affect him and a Joker mad at the Joker was almost worse than a Joker mad at the police…This Joker just happened to be mad at both.
At the table, Joker used the tips of his fingers to rub the front of his scalp gently, in some last ditch effort to help himself calm down a bit. The pain in his leg honestly was not as bad as he thought it would be, but just the fact that he had been slowed down by some idiot cop that had just started firing blindly in their direction warranted some pretty bad behavior on his part. He found it hard to imagine that Tre had really thought he was just going to sit in his bed all day and fume and watch tv, and even harder to imagine that he had let himself get slightly excited to lay in bed and be pampered by Jayde all day. No, the time for retaliation was now, when the anger was still fresh in his memory, when he could still visualize the exact way he was going to punish this man. He just needed to get a hold of Linman to get some info on what the officer's family's routines were, including where they lived and where their kids went to school. So rolled up into the whirling thoughts circulating his brain, Joker failed to notice Jayde walking up toward him. His eyes opened a moment later when a glass of ice water appeared on the table front of him; he looked up just in time to see Jayde walking away from him, over to the stairs where she went up quietly, not even sparing a look back. Joker's eyes watched her go until she had disappeared into her room and Tre was walking out of his, holding a phone and a long black coat. When he made it over, he held out Joker's phone but took it back slightly when he reached out for it and raised his eyebrows calmly as Joker's eyes narrowed up at him.
"I don't really care about you being a dick to Jayde and Dotcom because they're used to it. But I've had your back for more than half of our lives, Ki." He said, leaning down slightly. "You owe it to me to treat me with more respect than that."
As Joker scowled up at him, a flashback flew into his memory where he could clearly remember Tre wrestling a knife out of his hand in the ugly tiled bathroom at the house in Chicago as he bled from his face profusely. A second later, he nodded once, glancing down at the phone somewhat awkwardly, hoping Tre would understand that he was agreeing. The phone finally made it to his hand and Joker immediately began to go through it, searching through the numbers as Tre took a seat at the head of the table across from him.
Jayde stayed in her room for quite a while, first seeking refuge in a hot shower, then spent an abnormally long time fixing her hair. At first, upon entering her room, she had still been able to hear the lower notes of Joker's voice floating in through her door from the table but now, as she turned on her tv, the house seemed silent. Her curious nature begged her to go and find out what was going on and whether or not the Joker and Tre had already left, but her rational mind reminded her of how rude he had been to her earlier. So she stay put, folding her arms over her stomach indignantly as if forcing herself to stay in place; if he wasn't going to come tell her goodbye ,especially after the way things had played out the night before, then he didn't deserve one from her.
Ten minutes later, even over the sound of the television, Jayde jumped when she heard Joker's loud voice shout her name from the bottom floor. At first, she considered not responding and staying put Joker was being particularly irritable today and the last thing she wanted to do was add herself to the list of people he was planning on 'visiting'. So taking a deep, emboldening breath in, she rose from her bed to walk over and step out onto the landing, trying to keep her face as passive as possible.
Down on the bottom floor, near the table, stood the Joker, his face painted into that grotesque smile, wearing his purple ensemble. He must have heard her as he turned, glancing up at her before motioning for her to come down to him with a flick of his finger. Luckily, his head was bowed, reading over something from that small black notebook of his so he failed to notice the hefty eye-roll she allowed herself. When she reached him, Joker flipped his book closed, glancing behind him to where Tre had just stepped out into the garage.
"Tre and I are going out for the day. Dotcom is staying here to run the computers so I suggest you-…" he began to instruct, but Jayde felt herself interrupting him.
"Can you please not act like this towards me? We both know you're only mad because you got hurt and that's understandable." She heard herself saying, although she had no idea who's mouth these words were coming from. "But please don't take it out on me when all I'm here to do is help you." She paused, thankful that no one was around so she could reach out and touch his arm with one finger. "Just pretend to be nice to me…It'll make me happy." At first, Jayde half expected him to lash out or even swing out with the back of his hand, but instead, he cleared his throat, glancing up at the stairs behind her although she knew no one was there.
"Fine." He answered flatly, glancing to the side before he finally forced himself to make eye contact with her. "I probably wont be back until later tonight." He went on to explain but just when Jayde was about to answer or even hope he would kiss her before he left, she found herself staring at his back as he walked with a slight limp to the garage door without another word. Only then did she notice a leather, double-gun strap that hooked around his back and she let off a tiny shudder, feeling mixed sympathy and pity for whoever had injured the Joker and now had to suffer his wrath.
For most of the day, Jayde hung around Dotcom a lot, not to talk to him, since he was fairly busy, but because he was sitting in front of a small wall of computer screens, with Joker's voice on speaker as they communicated. At first, they had been jabbering back and forth, exchanging information about where this 'Officer Malcolm' parked his cruiser when at the station or where his house was and things like this. But toward the end of the exchange, Joker seemed to decide that the only thing better than taking out a cop, was to take out twenty. At this, Dotcom and Jayde had looked at each other, only for the radio to go silent a second later as Joker had obviously turned it off. At five o'clock, she gave up trying to occupy herself and retired to her room for a movie and maybe a nap if her mind would let her.
Joker glanced at his watch, only for his stomach to give an excited jolt when he noticed that six o'clock was only minutes away. Quickly, he pulled out his phone, dialed seven numbers, then held it to his ear, glancing at Tre in the seat next to him. It rang three times before a gruff voice answered.
"Yeah."
"Everything in place? All twenty cars rigged?" he asked, his voice quiet and calm, severely contradictory to the bouncy, excited feeling inside of him as he stepped out of the Escalade, joining Tre on the other side as they walked slowly out in front of the truck. The lights of the parking garage across the street were just flickering on when the voice answered.
"Yeah, we're ready to blow in five. Wait for your signal?"
"Yes."
At this, Joker ended the call, only to dial seven new numbers and press the phone to his ear, just as a gust of wind blew past him, ruffling his messy hair and the tails of his coat. It rang twice before a familiar voice answered.
"Gordon."
An evil, vengeful grin spread across the Joker's face as goosebumps rose up all along his arms, even underneath his warm coat, raising the hair on the back of his neck like a bristling, angry dog.
"Evening, Commissioner…Wonderful weather we're having, hm?" he asked in his clowniest, most recognizable voice.
"How did you get this number?" came the voice of Commissioner Gordon, serious and suddenly slightly shaky; Joker found it amusing how he could read a persons fear even without seeing their eyes.
"I'm a very smart man, Gordon. Which is why I wanted to give you a chance to catch me…" Joker paused, glancing at Tre as he threatened to laugh and give away the surprise. "If you go to your window, and just look out past the parking garage, you should see me right…about…"
As though he had planned it, Joker was left with a perfectly-timed pause, just before several loud booms in succession went off, rattling the ground, even from where he and Tre were standing in the corner of the dark parking lot. From their distance, even over his loud, boisterous laughter, the kind that doubled him over, Joker could clearly hear screams break out on the streets closer to the blast, as debris and flaming metal rained down on them. True, Joker would have liked more time to really set up a good attack on the police department but desperate times called for immediate measures, which he had been more than obliged to take to ensure all of Gotham had not forgotten his threats.
Now, as he quieted down slightly, Tre hit him on the arm, motioning to the black Escalade. "Man, we gotta go." Was all he needed to say before Joker looked down at the phone in his hand, staring at it for only a second before he took the battery out and moved to place it directly behind the front tire of the huge, heavy SUV.
"Alright," he began, climbing into the front seat of the truck, amazed but not completely surprised at how quickly the chaos he had created seemed to soothe the pain in his leg, especially now that he had been avenged. "Get out of here and get me onto fifty-seventh. I hear the family is at dinner waiting on Dad…" Joker growled, not even sparing a second thought to returning to the house just yet…he still had some hunting to do.
It was clear, from the way Tre exhaled through his nose that his interest in that evening's events was hitting an all time low but Joker ignored this, knowing his best friend was smart enough to keep it shut while he was on a frenzied prowl. The anxiety floating around Joker's body was starting to make him sweat slightly in anticipation so he shrugged out of his coat, tossing it into the back seat, followed closely by his vest. Honestly, there was nothing more risky than for him to leave the confines of the Escalade, especially when all of the Gotham police department, those of them that still had cars, was out looking for him. But from experience, Joker had come to learn rather quickly that the GPD seemed to think that he only wore one outfit all the time and had trained their eyes to spot purple, even in a dark alley.
Finally, the Escalade pulled up along the side of a building, at the street Joker had specified, but before he could open the door and step out, he turned to Tre, who seemed to be chewing on his bottom lip irritably. "Meet me in a half hour on the other side of fifty-sixth, outside the laundromat." He said, not even wasting time to ask his friend what was bothering him, honestly, because he didn't care. There was still a heap of anxious energy in his body that he needed to release; he would not sleep that night unless it was resolved. Luckily, Tre simply nodded, shifting the car back into drive as Joker opened the door and got out quickly, shutting it behind him to walk across the short sidewalk, disappearing into the dark alley like a shadow.
Joker took a deep breath in through his nose, closing his eyes for a few minutes as they adjusted, turning the black masses before him into objects and obstacles that he should step over on his way. The guns he had tucked into the straps at his ribs bounced against his sides in rhythm with his footsteps, silently, expertly moving between the garbage and sleeping homeless man to continue on his way, his eyes blinking slowly, wide as he took in his dark surroundings. Reaching out with one ungloved hand, the tips of his fingers traveled along the rough bricks next to him, feeling his way along the alley, as if trying to feel the energy within the building with just a touch. Another deep breath filled his lungs with dirty, polluted oxygen; finally, he felt truly at home.
With only ten feet separating him and the sidewalk now, Joker stopped, turning to press his back against the wall, watching with keen eyes every person that walked past. It seemed the word of the bombing had already spread across mid-town Gotham, now it seemed the main topic of passer-by's conversation. Joker's eyes were closed as he listened to a few snippets of a young couple's words as they walked past.
"-Such a sick freak. Who kills a bunch of cops for no reason?"
The paint on the Joker's nose as it wrinkled in a suppressed giggle. I do… he thought to himself, opening his eyes as a prickle of anger welled up inside him and for a moment or two, he considered giving himself away by stepping out from the alley, his gun raised as he fired two shots at the back of the couple's heads. His mind teased him by playing a scene of this fantasy but Joker shook it off; he was here for a reason. Turning his head, his eyes fell onto the dim restaurant across the street, where he noticed a young mother and her son in the window. She glanced at her phone before her eyes drifted out to the sidewalk on the other side of the window, clearly oblivious that her life had been up-ended in a matter of seconds…by the man watching her now. The young boy across from her asked her a question, clearly, as the mother looked to him just a moment later, smiling and nodding at him with a partially confident smile. Joker imagined her voice in his head, reassuring her son that his father was on his way and that he was probably just held up at work. More like blown up at work… he thought, snickering to himself again.
A rustle behind him tore Joker's attention from the front of the restaurant with surprising speed, forcing him to turn around and stare into the darkness for the source of the sound. The alley looked just the way it had when he had walked through it moments before, but the way the hair on his arms and the back of his neck had just stood up told him that he was no longer the only person in this lane. His eyes squinted slightly when he heard the rustling noise again, and just when he expected to find Officer Mc-SoandSo, a small figure stepped out from around the side of a dumpster…a small figure with hips, no less…
As if he knew exactly who it was, as if he had been expecting to meet her there, Joker began walking toward the girl. She stopped when he began advancing, holding her ground as she stood in the middle of the alley, arcing her side as if she knew what her silhouette looked like against the distant light behind her. The Joker licked his lips as he walked up slowly, cocking his head to the side slightly. He had just opened his mouth to introduce himself when he noticed shiny pink lips part, the gloss flashing slightly.
"You're the Joker…" she cooed, her voice a bit raspier than Joker had been expecting. He let out a soft laugh, walking right up to begin circling her, eyeing her up and down slowly, much like a vulture would to an already deceased victim.
"And you're out at night by yourself…" he growled, rounding her left side to loom in, placing his face just inches from the side of hers. "Don't you watch the news, little girl?"
Finally, the small figure turned to him, her eyes half-lidded and strangely lustful as her gaze immediately fell from the dark rings to his red, painted lips. Her own parted slightly as she bravely looked up at him.
"I wanted to meet you," she answered, her gaze following him as he stood to his full height from bent slightly, towering over her as he laughed quietly, reaching up to pull a lock of her light-colored hair from over her shoulder, running it between his fingers lightly.
"And why ever would you want to meet a guy like me?" he asked, his voice quiet but clowny and bouncy. "Haven't you heard I'm…crazy?" The girl now turned fully to face him, placing her hand on her hip as she slid past him, turning to rest her back against the wall, arching her back slightly, casting light on her exposed midsection and the dangerous looking hipbones she was sporting, peeking out from just over the top of her much-too-short plaid skirt. Joker let himself glance down, licking his bottom lip before his top teeth followed, biting down.
"I think you're hot, I wont lie." She admitted, tossing her blonde hair back over her shoulders as if she had known Joker's eyes would flicker downwards again. "And I want you to fuck me." she then added, her eyes widening slightly as a whorish, playful grin parted her lips, exposing the pierced tongue behind her teeth. Joker let out a quiet, rather intruiged 'hmm', arching an eyebrow as he took a step closer to the girl, reaching out to let the tip of his pointer finger follow the slight dip in the middle of her stomach down to her pierced belly-button.
"Well, aren't you an interesting little turn of events…" he hissed, bringing his hand up now to bring her chin up forcefully with his pointer finger, glaring down at her dark eyes. "Tell me…" he began, taking another step closer. "How old are you, girl?" He then asked, his voice dropping as though he had predicted the way she would openly shiver at the sound of it. The goosebumps that rose along her shoulders were visible even in the darkness.
"Seventeen," she finally answered, once she had seemingly recovered, but just as Joker was about to reply, she suddenly reached out, wrapping her fingers around his wrist to pull his hand down and under the skirt. She was not wearing underwear…Joker felt another flicker of anger flare up in him, not only because this girl was young and clearly stupid, but also because he felt his body immediately react to her. With a growl, Joker pulled his hand away before reaching out with both of them, grabbing her shoulders to turn her around forcefully and push them into the wall, using one of his feet to kick her legs further apart.
"Hmm…" he started, taking both of her small wrists into his left hand, holding them tightly together while his right reached back under her skirt, gliding his middle finger along her folds, mildly surprised to find her already wet and sticky. His teeth gritted together as he let out a breathless laugh, just before he pushed two fingers inside of her, relishing in the throaty moan that had leapt up from the young girl. "Ya know? I've always had a thing for blondes…" he growled, pushing his fingers in as far as he could, grinning when he felt her clench. Just then, Joker blinked hard several times when an image of Jayde cropped up into his mind and he could not help but notice how the pussy waiting for him at his house for him was easily ten times more tight than this amateur slut.
"I've always had a thing for bad guys," the girl said, tilting her head back to arch her back and beg for more when Joker withdrew his fingers, sliding his hand into his pocket. He laughed again, more loudly, releasing her hands from his grip though only for a moment before he touched her again, this time, sliding his hand onto her hip slowly, feeling his way along the bone there…Jayde's was not as bony and the grip he had grown accustomed to was much different on this girl; it felt almost like driving a different car.
"I have a question for you," he murmured, gliding his hand up along the curve of her back until he could fit his fingers around the top half of her neck, gently and caressingly, putting her at ease.
"Yeah?" she purred, clearly relaxing as he pulled her away from the wall and brought her back to rest against his chest.
"What should I have them tell your parents when they come to identify you at the morgue?" he asked casually, waiting only a second as cogs moved into place within the girls brain.
"Wait," she started, finally conveying panic in her voice as she tried to turn and face him. "Wha-" The next question had only made it halfway out of her mouth when the sharp edge of Joker's knife dug into her soft neck, splitting the flesh and sinew. The over-confident girl gurgled and choked as blood began to spill from her neck but the Joker was not finished playing and turned her face him, staring deep into her eyes in the dark, glancing back and forth between them as life drained from them rapidly.
"Don't worry…I'll be sure to tell them how their daughter tried to seduce the most wanted man in the country." He growled evilly, finally releasing the girl so she fell to the ground, reaching up to her neck to try and stem the flow. Joker laughed at her futile attempt to stay alive, even after she had gone out of her way to risk her life for something she could go brag about to her sick little friends. He knelt down now, watching further as the girl's face started to go white and ashen.
As the Joker walked away a few minutes later, he did not look back, he did not think twice. The brave little girl now lay in the alley behind him, her face carved with a wide, new smile, sporting the word 'slut', cut sloppily across her forehead. If he had thought to bring a pen and paper, he would have left a note explaining how the dead girl had come to be dead, but his thirty minutes was beginning to grow to a close, Tre would be waiting at the predetermined location. But most importantly, Jayde and her pussy were likely to be worried, waiting anxiously yet patiently for him to come home…and loyalty deserved rewarding.
A/N: A short chapter, guys. But the next few scenes would have made this chapter impossibly long, if ya know what I mean. However, I did choose a song for the inspiration for this chapter, by Black Lab called 'This Night'. If you're a fan of the Joker and have not heard it, I recommend it highly. Thanks a lot for reading, but I have to say, the reviews on the last chapter were rather low! Lets not be lazy, guys. I need feedback in order to know what you guys are into or not into! So I'll say this: LEAVE ME YOUR LOVE/HATE IN THE FORM OF A DETAILED REVIEW IF YOU WANT THE NEXT CHAPTER! NO UPDATE UNTIL I'VE GOT AT LEAST 5! And the next chapter is already nearly half-way done…The destiny hangs with you, the readers. = ] -QoM