As they were in route to Amusement Mile Jester received a text. As he looked at his phone he saw it was from Harley. It read:
Jester come quick! Amusement Mile.
"Harley told me to get to Amusement Mile, fast. Something must be wrong," Jester nervously whispers and looks at Julia.
"Shit," Julia says and pulls the hem of her dress up, revealing her gun in a harness on her thigh. She pulls it out and sticks it into her purse.
Jester can't help but check out her exposed skin. Damn, there was just something sexy about an armed woman. He quickly looks away before Julia can catch him looking.
As they pulled up to the front gate Aces eyes fall on Jester in the rearview mirror. Jester could feel his stare on him. He wondered if Ace had overhead anything they said? Did he have any idea what Jester was up to? Was he suspicious?
"Wait here Ace," Jester tells him.
Ace sighs. The sigh had strange undertones that made Jester feel nervous. "Yes sir."
Jester and Julia wait until their out of Ace's sight and pull out their guns. "Stay behind me," Julia tells him, "The Joker has this place booby trapped.
"Heh-heh," Jester chuckles, "You're not a very effective shield. You're like five one and armed with a fucking Derringer. I've got a 1911," he flags his gun, "Besides, I was invited and I know my way around. So why don't you stay behind me," he says and takes the lead.
Julia felt her pride bruising, but he was right and this was no time to argue about it. "It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the fight in the dog that counts," she can't help but tell him.
Jester suddenly stops and kneals down to the pavement. "There's blood." He says, his heart starting to pound. He dips his finger into it.
"What are you doing?" Julia asks horrified.
Jester brings his finger to his nose and smells it. He smelled chemicals. That meant Harley or Jason were injured. Jester stands and turns to Julia, "Smell," he tells her.
She does and looks at him, "That's not blood, it's some sort of industrial chemical or something."
"No. This is how our blood smells. J, Harley, Jason, and I. One of them is injured," Jester explains to her. "Come on, this way," Jester turns and walks faster toward the Fun House. Jester rushes inside, "Harley?!" He calls out.
Harley appears out of the shadows. There's blood on her hands and clothes. "Oh Jester thank God!"
"Are you hurt, is this your blood?" Jester asks smelling the chemicals in the fresh blood.
"No, it ain't me. It's Jason," she says and turns to lead Jester to Jason.
As soon as Jester walked in the smell was overwhelming. He sees Jason hovered over a mirror and attempting to give himself stitches on his face as grunts in pain. There were streams of blood coming from several incisions on his face.
"What the fuck?!" Jester rushes over to him. "What happened?"
"The guy was a fucking butcher!" Jason shouts.
"Harley! I need water and something clean for bandages!" Jester tells her. Harley rushes off to get what he needed. Julia walks over to examine Jason closer.
"Why the fuck is she here?" Jason pants in pain.
"Well, I can see from the look on your face that introductions aren't needed," Jester says taking the needle and sutures from Jason. "I apologize for not coming alone, but she and I were on a date when Harley text me."
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*J* (the continuation)
FanfictionThe continuation of *J* Disclaimer: I do not own rights to any DC characters, nor do I work for DC comics. Though I totally should!!
