I opened my door, glancing back down at the note Joker had left me. For a guy in a clown costume, he was pretty organized and businessman like. The address was clearly scribbled on the small piece of paper. I probably shouldn't be late on the first day of my new 'job', so no stopping by the café for a latte I guess.
It was different walking down the street to the location. I'd been down this road so many times before, but seeing it from the view as someone possibly dangerous
felt. . . funny.
The hairs on the back of my neck prickled slightly as the feeling of being observed washed over me. I side glanced and walked faster. Gotham can be a scary place. You don't wanna get wedged in a corner here. Even with Batman patrolling the city, crime's unnaturally high at all times.
I turned left on Main and 23rd street. I could see the motel where I was supposed to meet my employer. After much hesitation and a couple minutes of seriously rethinking my life, I stepped up to room 7 and turned the knob.
The room was filled with people whom were sitting on chairs or the one desk, standing by the window, or guarding the door. The Joker was lounging on the bed, tinkering with what looked like an RC car remote.
"Ah, Motley you're-" He looked at his watch. "yeesh, 'bout twenty-three seconds late. For shame. I expected more from you." he sighed in disappointment.
"Haha, funny. Now, what exactly am I supposed to do for this job?" I asked, reclining in a comfy chair, dropping my bag next to it. "Well, we rob banks, blow stuff up, shoot people if necessary, and go after Batman." He waved his hands as he spoke. "You know, the fun stuff."
My phone buzzed. I reached into my bag for it, but paused. Everyone had pointed their guns at me. "It's just my bro, Destry." I mumbled in confusion.
The Joker motioned for his goons to put away their toys in annoyance. "Put him on speaker." He said.
I shrugged and answered the phone, setting it to speaker. "This is Jubilee Motley." I greeted.
"Hey Jubs. You okay? That party you went to the other night got a little wild. It ended up on the news."
"Hey we're famous!" Joker called out.
"Shush! 'Ahem'- Yeah, I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me. Besides, it was just a domestic."
"JUST A DOMESTIC!? THEY HAD GUNS! Jubs, are you sure you're okay? Like, in the brain? Did you hit your head and get a concussion or something?"
"Des, I don't have mental problems. Shut up" I frowned.
" 'sigh'. Fine, be careful today."
"I will."
"Don't do anything I wouldn't-"
"'Kay! Gotta go, bye." I hung up, tossing my cellular back into my pack.
There was movement by the door and another guy with a clown mask walked in.. He was carrying several boxes labeled 'Larry's Doughnut Parlor'. Some of the goons mumbled "Finally!" or "I'm starving!"
Others crowded around the guy and began digging into the Doughnuts. "Hey, Motley! D'you eat? Or are soldiers not allowed to consume sweets?" Joker said around his pink frosted sprinkled doughnut.
"Oh, uh. Yeah I eat." I scoffed slightly. Joker stuck his thumb towards the desk where the doughnuts were. I shrugged and picked out one with strawberry jam filling.