Joker's POV

"...Gasoline..."

My henchmen poured gasoline all over the useless green paper. I couldn't help but glance up top to see Lau sitting pretty all bloodied up. He's still alive so he can enjoy the heat. I moved my gun towards Chechen's face as I saw him take a step forward, "Uh uh uh."

I didn't need to know that his henchmen pulled their guns on me as my henchmen pulled their guns on them. Good. I spoke, "And yo know what they have in common? They're cheap."

Chechen moved his head forward to act intimidating, "You said you were a man of your word."

I pluck the cancer stick from his lips. I blew on it to light up the end. I answered, "I am."

I threw the cigar at the pile. I continued, "I'm only burning my half."

I left Madeline at the warehouse so she won't try to rip Lau's throat and possibly these guys. All mobs are connected some shape and form. I could see the fire light Chechen's face. I spoke like I'm talking to a child, "All you care about is money. This city deserves a better class of criminal, and I'm going to give it to them.. Tell your men they work for me now. This is my city."

Chechen spoke in disgust, "They won't work for a freak."

I pulled out my switchblade and pop out the blade. I pointed it to Chechen, "Frreeeak. Why don't we cut you up into pieces and feed ya to your pooches? Then we will see how loyal a hungry dog is."

I threw my knife at one of my men who caught it without effort. One was pulling Chechen back to deal with him. I pulled out my phone out of my pocket, "It's not about money... It's about sending a message. Everything burns."

I dialed the number for the talk show. I could hear Lau scream. I was able to get through. I know my voice will be going through many televisions of Gotham City. I spoke, "Mr. Reese what's more valuable: one life or a hundred?"

I could hear Reese's voice through the ear speaker. I answered, "Okay. Let's say it's your life. Is it worth more than the lives of several hundred others?"

Reese answered, "Of course not."

I smirked, "I'm glad you feel that way because I've put a bomb in one of the city's hospitals. It's going off in sixty minutes unless someone kills you."

I could hear the talk show host try to interfere. I answered him anyways, "Just a concerned citizen... and regular guy... I had a vision. Of a world without Batman. The mob ground out a little profit and the police tried to shut them down, one block. at. a. time... and it was so... boring. I've had a change of heart. I don't want Mr. Reese spoiling everything, but why should I have all the fun? Let's give someone else a chance..."

I waited a few moments before continued, "If Coleman Reese isn't dead in sixty minutes, then I blow up a hospital. Of course, you could always kill yourself, Mr. Reese. But that would be the noble thing to do. And you're a lawyer."

I hung up the phone. Now it's time to pick up sweet cheeks!

Madeline's POV

I am sitting in the main room next to Keith eating a sandwich. I didn't notice the Joker heading to the backroom, change, then come right back out to the main room. His voice is what made me notice him, "We are going on the uh field trip, sweet cheeks."

I looked up from the poker game which got intense from the guys to see Joker dressed in a nurse's outfit with a curl red orange wig. I coughed almost choking on my piece of sandwich. I felt Keith's hand pat me hard on the back which lurched my body forward. I swallowed the threatening piece of food. I covered my mouth with my wrist, "You are wearing that? For what?"

His tongue dart over his lips, "We are uh visiting a friend."

I held my sandwich limply, "I don't think I want to be seen with you like that."

He eyed me with raised eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

I gestured with my sandwich hand to him, "You look ridiculous."

He rolled his eyes, "Keith."

I felt Keith's hand grab my bicep pulling me up. Keith's voice rumbled, "You heard the boss, Mads."

I can barely touch the ground. I yanked my arm from Keith's grip. I mumbled, "Such friend you are."

Keith shrugged as he sat back down grabbing his cards. I stuffed my sandwich in my mouth as I need both hands to pull on my jacket. I took the sandwich out of my mouth once I successfully pulled on my jacket. I gestured to the door, "After you, my lady."

Joker sneered at the joke, "Jokester."

I smiled giving a bow with my head, "At your service."

He walked ahead with me following him. He hopped into one of the vans and I climbed into the passenger seat. I turned my body looking at him as he started to drive, "I thought I'd ever see you in a dress."

He rolled his eyes turning onto a street near the hospital. I looked out the window seeing the hospital in view. I whispered, "This is where Eric was born..."

I couldn't remove my eyes from the sight. The Joker watched me as I absentmindedly placed a hand over my C-section scar. The Joker's hand grabbed my wrist hard and ripped it off my stomach. My attention instantly went to my husband. He was barring his teeth with a scrunched up nose. He growled, "Stop that."

I yanked my hand away from him, "Don't tell me what to do!"

He grabbed my wrist again holding it away from me. The van moved at the rough movement. The Joker spoke low, "Just accept that scar for once and all, Madeline. It's been 10 years since the boy was born. That scar is the reminder of the boy now. Accept it."

I stared at him before struggling my hand to get out of his grip. His grip only tightened. The Joker looked at his wife before he looked at the hospital. He can see school busses parked on the side to evacuate the buildings. He needs to plant the C4s soon. He only said what he said to get her to cooperate with him and for her to stop acting crazy over a little scar. His scars are something to freak out over. His scars are on his face while the C-section scar is hidden and only he can see it. He never understood what made her like that in the beginning and it still runs in her 10 years later. He spoke after a few moments of silence, "Madeline. I will kill you."

He could see the water form in her eyes. I kicked his seat to get away from him, "Then do so! Maybe you finally get rid of me and me with my scars. Do it. I'll fucking help you!"

Joker's lips went into a firm line. This isn't how he wanted things to go. He was hoping to threaten to calm her down. No it made it worse. I went closer to him and I went for his pocket not knowing there is a gun. He knew something was in his pocket as he grabbed my other wrist. He is now holding my wrists up away from anything. He spoke low, "I'm not going to kill you... not yet."

I studied his face. It's hard to with that stupid get up he has on. I spat, "You sound like you aren't going to at all. Why not?"

He growled. He has no time for this at the moment but he rather keep his wife around. He responded, "I still have these feelings for you, woman. I have plans for you. Don't make me regret these plans."

He felt my struggle slack. I stared at him, studying the man before me. I whispered, "You... still love me?"

Joker threw my hands towards me as he rolled his eyes. He exited the van with a slam of the door. I scrambled out of the van calling out to him, "Wait for me!"

Joker didn't tell me much on what I was here for. I stood awkwardly by the busses. A nurse called out to me, "Miss! Help us!"

A few nurses were carrying some newborns. My heart instantly ached. I miss my son. The tinge of pain started in my lower stomach. I know the cause of it. The scar burns. I went to the door of the hospital and headed inside where if I recall the nursery is. I haven't seen the Joker in a while as he mentioned he is visiting a friend. I went inside the nursery and picked up a little bundle. It has a blue blanket. I felt tears start to burn my eyes. No I shall not cry. I looked around the nursery and notice he was the last newborn to be picked up. I cradle the bundle who seem to be content of being held. He didn't make a noise as the commotion was going on. I am sure this isn't what I am supposed to do but hell I am doing it. I rushed with the bundle in my arms to the busses. I didn't even notice the explosion behind me or Joker heading to a bus. I hopped on the bus sitting towards the back so I can just be with this bundle of joy a little longer. He reminds me of Eric when we first brought him home. I calmed down by then just a little. Joker well Jack then was cautious of letting me near him but he allowed me near him. I am glad he did. I started to fall in love in our son. I didn't notice someone sit next to me till I heard the weird noise comes when clothing rub against school bus fabric. His voice came cautious, "What is that?"

I didn't look up at the Joker as I replied, "It's a baby. I'm sure you know what a baby is."

Joker moved a little bit in the seat as the bus moved away from the scene. He pointed to me and the baby, "But why do you have it?"

I glanced up at him, "They asked for me to help them and I did. I... I couldn't say no..."

Joker pressed on, "Yes you could have."

I moved the bundle towards the Joker so he can see the sleeping face, "He... He looks like Eric."

Joker rolled his eyes, "All babies look the same when born. Alien like and red as can be."

I frowned, "That's not what I meant, Jack. He looks like Eric for real."

Joker's right cheek twitched when I called him Jack. He is starting to notice a pattern of his wife calling him Jack. She only calls him his real name is when she is pissed. That is what he was noticing. Joker pocketed the C4 enabler and withdrew his gun. I looked at him with wide eyes holding the child close to me. Joker rolled his eyes before getting up from his seat. His voice came out gruff, "Ladies and Gentlemen, now if you don't want any deaths on your hands I suggest you follow my instructions."

The Joker walked up the aisle to the driver. He licked his lips and spoke low, "Go to the place."

The driver was one of his men he hired a couple weeks prior. He is a good man and does what is asked of him. That is why Joker keeps the man. Joker couldn't help but glance back where his wife sits who is looking at the infant lovingly. His tongue went over his lips once more. The Joker would never tell her that he does miss his son. He would raise him to be his right hand but he would never put him into danger. The Joker's eyes went over to the other occupants of the bus to see them scared shitless. He grinned by barring his yellow tinted teeth moving his head to the side a little.

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