Gotham's Finest. Ace & Cro

Chapter Thirteen - A

We sat up yesterday making plans to send dear old dad a message through his goons and did it successfully. I got to kill a bunch of these little fuckers and it felt so good. Almost as good as this ring feels on my finger. Thats right! This bitch is engaged! Fuck yeah! No one thought that it would ever happen. Shit, even I was one of the people that did not believe that it would happen to me. Anyhow, we sent the message to the Joker, and he better show up to the location that we chose. (Cro): So, we know how the plan is going to go, okay? We will both leave to the warehouse together, but you will go alone just to make him think that you do not have anyone else there with you. An element of surprise is always the best. I will keep a safe distance in case he gets any dumb fucking ideas (Ace): Then perhaps you should stand right next to me because he always gets dumbass ideas. Especially if my mother is standing there too He laughs and kisses my cheek. I am being serious though. Those two are very unpredictable and that motherfucker really seems to have a vendetta. He will take whatever chance he has to cause a scene. If he sees the ring on my finger, then he is going to know for a fact that I am with someone and definitely will kill him. Fuck. I must hide it. At least until he is dealt with. (Ace): On second thought, I want to keep my ring in a safe place here. I dont want anyone else to know about our engagement yet. Especially not my parents James doesnt ask questions and he agrees with me. Then it suddenly dawns on me. There will be no way out of this unless Joker dies, or I die. One way or another, this vendetta has to disappear. I just refuse to put James through an endless amount of torment, danger and paranoia. He does not deserve that. Rick has been the sweetest since we announced our engagement. He and the staff prepared us little desserts to celebrate and congratulate us. I am still getting used to this type of treatment. James is so fine with it, but it is not what I imagined my life ever being like in the future. Guess I got lucky. That rarely happens in such a fucked-up city as this one. We prepare the last few things and head out to the warehouse. James does as he mentioned, and he keeps a safe distance from where we will be talking. This is one big moment of my life. This is do or die. Either the Joker dies, or I have no choice but to. But he wont be afraid if I have my gun towards him. If I threaten to kill him then he will let me. All the shit stops today. There is only one thing to do. NO more putting the people I love in danger or making us paranoid about what is going to happen next. I walk inside and there the fucker is. Sitting comfortably on a chair as if it were his throne and he was expecting his loyal subjects to appear. What a fucking lunatic. At least he got the fucking message. Nice to know that he is punctual. (Joker): Ah! The big reveal! She finally arrives! (Ace): Where is Harley? (Joker): Dont know, sweetheart. Perhaps she had another secret child to seek out! HA ha ha! This is pulling me off the edge and I have had enough. I am done with being subtle. I take out my gun and make quick work of this conversation. I cock the gun and put it against my temple. Guess you could say that I was thinking on my feet but I was just ready to end of all this. (Joker): What do you think you are doing there, child? A tad dramatic, arent you? You must get it from your mother (Ace): Its simple. Really, it is. I am done entertaining your bullshit. At least that is a difference between me and Harley. So it comes down to one thing Either you die, or I do. What is it going to be, Father? I say that and it makes my tongue cringe with the F word. A word that I dont enjoy using. Joker laughs, takes a gulp of his drink and slams it into the wall. Is that supposed to scare me? I spent majority of my life struggling on the streets and even when Selina and I had a place, we still barely made it through. If it wasnt for Dice, I dont know how we would have kept going. As I am saying all of this, my life flashes before my eyes. Joker approaches me and I shoot the chair beside him. (Ace): Take another step and I will end this quicker than you could say laughing gas He stops dead in his tracks as he realises that I am not making any jokes. I can hear James running from a distance. What is he up to? (Joker): You know what? What makes you think that I care? Go ahead. Shoot yourself. Get it over with. Makes my job much easier (Ace): Fuck you (Cro): NO! James dives and tries to take the gun out of my hand. But as he knocks it, I pull the trigger. He manages to move it away but not in time. It is not aimed at my head anymore, but it was aimed at my arm somehow. FUCK! FUCKING SHIT! I fall to the floor and realise slowly what had happened now. What the actual fuck? Did something happen in the way that I think it did? What just went down? It was supposed to be MY HEAD! I am so pissed off right now but my mind feels fuzzy. Everything is spinning and it feels fucking weird. Next thing I know, I am on my way to the hospital. They have me in a bed and are moving me around so quickly. I wake up and I seem to be in a private room. This is the hospital, right? What is going on? Im hooked up to all kinds of things and I have a wrap around my arm. What the shit? Did James bring me to the hospital? It was light outside and it does not look like it is light outside. How long have I been laying here? Have I been here longer? What is wrong with my head right now. A woman walks into the room with a clipboard in her hand and smiles at me. What? She is pissing me off just by being here and not saying anything. This has to be a mistake. Maybe I am pumped with too many drugs to understand all of this. (Dr Castle): Hello there. You are awake. My name is Laura Castle and I am your doctor. You seem to have a gunshot wound in your arm and have lost some blood. We have given you some medication to help with the pain and it should take some time to fully heal. You are a lucky young lady because it was a clean shot. That means that there were no complications whatsoever I can see that her lips are moving but the more her lips move, the blurrier everything gets. Look at the ceiling! Wow! Am I drunk?