𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ⟪𝟏⟫ // ❮✓❯

Ace Of Clubs // J.

"You know the plan, Ace?" Bruce asked through my earpiece.

"Yes, I remember the plan that you went over a hundred times. Lure him out, then you come get me." I snapped into my wire.

"Just checking. Jeez." He retorted.

I sighed and tried to ignore my big brother's words echoing around in my cranium. "He's crazy, Minx. Don't believe a word he says." Damn you, Bruce Wayne.

I stalked into an alley, blending into the shadows cast by the fire escapes lining the walls, striding towards the entrance to his underground club. A wraith in the black. I spotted the bouncers, both wearing full head masks, one duck and one bunny, and skipped towards them.

"Would you guys be able to help me? I-I think I'm lost." I spoke in the best Australian accent I could, if you ask me, it sounded pretty real.

"Beat it, Crocodile Dundee." One of them snapped.

"That's a tad rude." I growled in my normal American accent.

"I thought-" The guy in the duck mask started, but didn't get to finish. I kicked him in the face, sending him flying into the wall. Out cold.

I turned to the other bouncer who immediately moved the purple velvet rope that previously prevented me from stepping inside. I smiled brightly at him and passed inside, dropping my smile instantly.

I walked the fine purple carpet into the club. Strobe lights and booming music numbed my senses. Foam padding soundproofed the walls, booths full of Gotham's wealthiest lined the sides of the dance floor, Harleen Quinzel was being the crazy bitch she is somewhere in, and behind the railing of the balcony above the sweaty chaos was him. The Clown Prince of Crime. The Harlequin of Hate. The Jester of Genocide. The King of Gotham City.

The Joker.

He glared at his subjects, his tongue gliding over his silver filled teeth, his face was set in that permanent grin. The grin that everyone mentally linked to murder. I stepped into his view and his ice colored eyes pierced my mud ones. I batted my eyelashes and slipped out of his view, moving past the booths to get to the bar.

I managed to get myself a stool and settle myself in it. I went to order my drink, but it had already been prepared. I swallowed thickly before a familiar set slender hands roamed my shoulders, cold lips following suit.

"Darlin', I told ya not to come here." He mumbled against the sensitive skin under my left ear.

"When do I ever listen to you, Jester." I spat, not letting myself enjoy the goosebumps that spread across my lower back.

"Fair game, but I need my Ace player in mint condition, baby." He giggled as he removed his hands and spun me to face him, "Especially when we're so close to taking him down." He pouted before his lips tugged upwards.

"How close?" I snarled.

"Close enough to make your big brother Batsy nervous!" He cackled, throwing his head back.

I schooled my features to neutrality as spine turned ice cold and blood roared in my ears. He knows. He knows! How the fuck does he know! My mind screamed at me.

"What are you talking about, J?" I asked calmly.

"Don't play dumb with me, Princess," He gripped my wrist and tugged me to my feet, my chest bumping into his before he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I know who you are, Ace." He taunted.

"Then tell me," I started, "Who am I?" I sneered.

"You're Minx Wayne, Baby." He murmured before laughing his beautifully insane laugh.

"You aren't as insane as you want me to think. You're just plain and stupid, Jack Napier." I snapped lowly.

"Oh, no, Jack Napier died in that nasty vat of chemicals, your big brother dropped him into. I am the Joker," He wrapped his slender hand around my throat and brought his face to mine, "and don't you forget it." He added, his facade cracking slightly when he glanced at my lips for too long.

"You're afraid, Joker. You're afraid that you'll feel something... for someone... for someone that isn't the Queen of your city." I huffed a laugh and pulled my neck from his hand, taking my drink from the bar, and striding toward an empty booth.

He stared vacantly at the spot where I once stood, his eye twitching in annoyance. He abruptly stomped towards me and grabbed my wrist again, dragging my towards the door that led to the balcony he previously vacated upstairs. I didn't fight his grip, since I knew it was pointless, but he still held firm to my hand.

We reached his balcony quickly, my eyes being met with the familiar luxurious furniture. A white leather chesterfield sofa took up the wall opposite the glass railing, with a matching armchair adjacent to the sofa, a black marble coffee table putting distance between the railing and the sofa, a plum purple rug was situated underneath the coffee table, and a pair of goons guarding a neon green velvet rope dividing the suite from the rest of the upper floor.

"Minx, get out of there!" Bruce yelled in my earpiece before it cut out and was removed by Joker.

He tutted before saying, "Bad girl. We don't wear wires, now, do we?"

"Try me, baby." I smirked before Joker's chalk-skinned hand connected with my cheek.

"You should watch how you speak to me." He warned.

"You can't kill me, J, you tried! You couldn't pull the fucking trigger then, and you can't pull it now!" I shouted.

"Maybe, but where's the fun in not testing your little theory?" He cackled.

"Go. Ahead." I ground out.

He pushed me against the glass railing, handcuffing me to the glass panel that was attached to the aforementioned.

I spun to be met with the barrel of his favourite gun, of the two, he always kept in the holster strapped across his shoulders.

He clicked off the safety and stared into my eyes, the battle inside his head evident in his water colored orbs.

I pressed my forehead against the barrel, waiting for the shot to ring out. Joker screamed and yelled at himself to do it until the impossible happened. Tears began to well in his eyes. I nodded that it was okay before reaching my hand towards his scowling face.

I lightly brushed away the tear that had escaped his eye with my thumb, my palm cupping his jaw.

"Do it, Joker," I ordered, "The Jester can never become the King with the Queen standing in the way." I said solemnly with a small smile and braced myself for the quick surge of pain. There was a silence between us, only for a moment, before he started yelling.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" He screamed at himself, tightening his grip on the handle of the gun so hard it started to shake in his pale hand.

"It's okay, Jack, I love you too." I gleamed before I finally closed my eyes and awaited my fate.

{Comic: Batman (DC's Joker)}