"I don't know how you convince them and get them, but
I don't know what you do, it's unbelievable
And I don't know how you get over, get over

Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you"

- Lana Del Rey "Million Dollar Man"

If I were smart, I would call the police.

I'd lead them to the Clown Prince and be rewarded greatly. Granted, they might have to put me in witness protection afterward. I couldn't see The Joker being any less forgiving than Angelo. Emphasis on less.

But this was all under the assumption that I were smart. That I made the best decisions for myself and everyone around me.

I opened Lady Eliza's front door as soundless as I could. Being that it was made of wood it creaked ever so slightly. I held my breath as I slipped through the crack I had made and shut the door with a quiet thud.

Leaning against this door for a moment, I had accepted that long ago, I was none of these things. And I couldn't deny the curiosity building inside because in all technicality he did try to kill me. However, at the same time, he already knew it wasn't lethal. So did that cancel out any ill will altogether? Did it make him kind or mean?

And the bigger question; why?

As I trudged down the hall I could feel butterflies in my stomach this time. A different kind of nervousness that I can only relate to the first time I stepped on stage. The faces of the rowdy crowd fixated on me. An excitement of sorts, but in this case, mixed with a little bit of worry.

What more does he really have to say?

I turned the hall and glanced at the numbers on the doors there. 213, 212, 211. I was definitely going to right way. I clenched the note I still hand in my left hand. My feet seemed to grow heavier as I inched closer.

210, 209…208.

I swayed back and forth. What was I doing? Was I insane? All of these things suddenly rushed through my head, making me feel weak. I couldn't even bring my hand up to knock.

Was I even suppose to knock?

I jolted backwards as the door unexpectedly pulled back with great force, subsequently answering one of my many questions. A goofy smile greeted me. It was Tommy.

"Butterfly!" the oaf beamed.

I let out a small sigh. He let him live, good.

Tommy side stepped out of the way to let me in, his right hand frantically gesturing me inside. I cautiously entered the threshold. There was no turning back now.

I immediately noticed how luxurious this place was but in opposite to Lady Eliza's. Where she had light hues, this space was decorated in darker hues. Black tile, dark wood, rich reds. My eyes veered off to a middle aged business man bound to a Victorian-esque chair. I heard a cackle.

"Oh don't mind him, he and Harls were just playing a little game." I set my greys onto that familiar mug. He was in a much bigger chair with his now gloved hands intertwined. That same metal grin looming. "Just some entertainment to pass the time. You're early."

"By two minutes!" a woman, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, held two slender fingers up to my face. She shared the same crazed expression as The Joker. This must have been Dr. Quinnzel. Or was.

"She's cute." She winked as she pinched my right cheek. My face scrunched at the touch.

"Now Harls," Joker began, sounding more like a father than a lover. "she's a guest and Daddy has business with her. You have your toys."

Harley understood all too well. "Of course!" her accent was thick as she walked behind the man in the chair. She used the baseball bat she held in her other hand to lift his chin.

"Mr. Zachary hasn't been the most gracious host." She tightened the bat against his throat, making him gag. "That's not very nice and I thought we were friends."

Joker looked to her fondly. "I know, kitten. Tell you what," He propped himself forward. "you take good ole' Zachary into the next room over there and I'll try to make this quick. Maybe even join you."

It were moments like this that that grin scared me the most. It's meaning completely changing with a few simple words.

The pigtailed blonde was more than happy to comply. "Alright, Puddin'."

She pranced over to the clown to plant a kiss on his cheek. Then she made her exit to the room next to us, dragging poor Zachary along with her. This whole time I had not moved from my spot as I watched these loony events unfold.

I became suddenly very aware that Joker's attention was on me. The same sensation of little pin pricks coating my skin beneath those pools of blue. He appeared to be waiting for me to do something. Which I assumed was to sit but even though I knew that, I couldn't get my legs to move.

"Have a seat." He gently command, waving a hand to the chair in front of him.

Like magic, I was able to walk myself to the velvet chair. I delicately lowered into the fine fabric, flattening the end of my dress against my crossed legs. This is when I came to the realization that I did not have any of my knives on me. Between all of the chaos from this evening I had completely forgotten something that was most important to me. Something that made me feel safe.

Joker picked up on my panic. He raised an index finger at me before retrieving a small box from the end table next to him. He extended it my way which I graciously took.

When I opened the gift, my eyes grew wide. Inside were ten new balisongs with beautifully crafted handles. They had tiny butterflies attached where the blades met the handle and the handle gleamed a bluish-green color. I couldn't help but let my fingers trace each one.

"I might have gotten a little carried away and borrowed all of your knives. I hope they weren't terribly important."

Borrowed? I asked an obvious question, "Why not return those ones to me then?"

He licked his lips, "Let's just say I already put 'em to good use."

I didn't even wanna know. I replaced the lid back on the sleek box and smiled at him, "Thank you, they're beautiful."

He rested back into his chair, his fingers gripping either end of the arms. "What an interesting color of dress." he commented, eyeing my up and down.

He was avoiding my compliment. Fair enough. I hunched myself towards him. "You mentioned something about 'clearing the air' in your note. What exactly did you want clear up?"

"Well, that should be obvious." He countered with a smirk.

I didn't really think it was. Nothing was obvious with him. "Was it for attempting to murder me? Because I think these knives should suffice." I glossed my fingers over the box again.

"Now can it really be considered attempted murder? I'd like to think I more or less put the victim down for a nap." he grinned.

"You're still calling me a victim, though." I countered.

His smile grew from ear to ear. "You're right. You're not a victim, you're a high price antidote."

I immediately didn't like where this was going, my face showing my confusion, "Antidote?"

"Oh, yes! That's what I wanted to clear the air about." He was leaning forward again. "That serum running through your little veins."

Oh, no.

"That's fully paid for…"

Dear God.

"By me."

My hair flitted from side to side as I shook my head. "I-I don't understand…"

"Who do you think Dr. Freud was making that serum for?" Joker curled his right hand around his mouth.

"Why?"

The clown became animated in an instant, "Well why not?!" He slapped a hand down onto the arm of the chair. "Imagine a world where no matter what, ole' Batsy couldn't be rid of me! I'd be his never ending joke and he'd be my never ending punch line!"

The Joker paused for a minute, mulling that over, "Mm, maybe that should be the other way around."

"But The Bat doesn't kill!" I protested.

"Oh, I don't know about that." His expression seemed to soften to a mocking pity. "We all have our dark side, Olive."

I didn't know what to say. You only heard so much about Batman through the news.

Joker shifted in his seat, "So here's the deal, toots. Since I've already paid for you, you technically belong to me because we all know I can't just dial up old Freud for another." he casted a sneer my way.

This whole thing was a trap, from start to finish.

The green haired man knelt on one knee before me, cupping his hands around my face. "The antidote is a thing of the past. An idea long tossed aside. I have many ideas that I sprinkle across my map." He made a sprinkling motion with his left fingers. "So where ever life may take me, I've always got a plan." He used the same hand to poke me lightly on the nose. "Remember that."

I felt chills up my spine. He now rested either hand on the side of my thighs, tilting his head. "However, I never lose out on a profit. Never."

I bit my lip, hesitantly asking, "So what do you want me to do?"

He shot up laughing, "Why what I've been asking you to do this whole time, Chrysalis!" He out stretched his arms. "Be a part of my show!"

Ah, the important engagement he was hosting. "That seems too simple…" I said suspiciously.

The mad man collapsed his hands together bowing slightly. "That's because it is."

"And that's all you want? Truly?"

"Truly." He smiled wickedly.

I huffed as I contemplated my options. I could do this one thing, this one little thing for him. I was getting off considerably easy and if this was only because he happened to be in a good mood, I should take it. One story I've never heard is Joker going back on his word. I had some solace in that.

"Alright." I finally agreed, coming to my feet.

"Excellent!"

"Just one thing," I could see his face trying not to waver as he listened. "I have to break it to Angelo. He has to know. I owe him that."

Joker let his fingers creep over his mouth as he digested this information. I held my breath but nothing happened. Instead, he let his hands fall behind his back. "I can understand that."

I let out a sigh of relief as he smiled, "Of course, there are some things I thought you 'ought to know." His blue eyes trailed over to a manilla folder that had also been on the end table.

"What's that?" I analyzed it.

He opened his red lips, about to speak but somewhere in between the words flowing from his brain to his mouth, he changed tact. Thought better of it. "I think I'll leave that up to you to find out. None of my business anyway."

I could have asked him why he even bothered with it then but I already knew the answer to that. He didn't need a reason. Never did.

He picked up the folder and handed it to me. I took hold of the other end, tugging it. The clown kept a tight grip. "I'll be seeing you very soon, Chrysalis."

My heart raced as we locked eyes. The same emotions I had felt the first time we made eye contact during the burlesque show. My palms were starting to sweat along with the thick tension that clouded the air. For some reason, I didn't want to look away this time. Part of my feared that if I did, he'd disappear like the enigma he was and I'd wake up from this as a bad dream.

I noted the normal nauseous feeling was not currently present.

A tremendous bang came for the room next door. With little delay he averted his eyes towards it, another smile upturning his lips. "Ah, it sounds like Harley is having a little too much fun."

He released the file into my custody.

"Thank you, Mister J." I said, not actually knowing what I was thanking him for. My life, maybe?

He turned his smile to me before rotating back towards the commotion next door, beginning a slow walk. I took this opportunity to make my leave. I was almost startled by the clumsy oaf stationed at the door. He had been so quiet the entire time.

Tommy gave me a silly grin. I couldn't help but smile back, poor kid. He really must have had a heart of gold. I imagined all the ways Mister J took advantage of Tommy's slowness.

As I exited, the henchman waved, "Goodnight, Butterfly!"

"Goodnight, Thomas." I planted a kiss on his chubby cheek.

I could hear him giggle behind me as I strode down the corridor. It made me incredibly happy to bring such effortless joy to someone.

When I made it back to Lady Eliza's suite my knees finally gave out and I caught myself along the wall with my right hand. The weight in my left reminding me of the gift and the file I had received from Joker. I still hadn't peered at the folder's contents.

Setting the box down on the carpet I kneeled with the folder in my lap. I undid the latch at the top and pulled several papers from inside. My blood instantly ran cold as I flipped them over to the front, reading, "Grant Pendragon"

My father.

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