*J* (the continuation)

Part Forty-Nine: Chapter 383: Clowns

Jason sits at his desk. His hand sweeps through his green locks with a sigh. His eyes keep scanning over the Joker's books. He was doing his best to see where he could make cuts to fund more important endeavors. Trying to rob Peter to pay Paul, so to speak. But he just wasn't seeing where he could do it.

"Babe," Harley sticks her head in the door, "Lucy's ready fer breakfast, but we're outta food."

Jason looks up, "Just make do with whatever we have," he sighs.

"There's nuthin' to make do with," Harley tells him. "We ain't got nuthin' but spices."

Jason's hand goes over his head again as he thinks, "Send a couple of clowns to rob a grocery store. Tell them NO casualties. Bruce will be all up my ass if any deaths are linked to me."

"Yer gonna hafta pull a job Jason," Harley sighs.

Jason's eyes cut over to her, "Are you just trying to get us thrown back in Arkham?" His voice starts to pitch, "Or perhaps Blackgate!? Or maybe the ambiance of Bell Reve is more to your liking?!?!"

"Well whut else are we s'pose to do?!" Harley snaps back.

"I DON'T KNOW! But maybe if you quit bothering me with useless bullshit, I could figure something out!!" Jason yells back.

"Oh! So yer daughter bein' hungry is useless bullshit ta you?!" Harley's inner mamma bear growls.

Jason's teeth clash together as he growls, trying his best to compose his anger. "Fine," he throws up a hand, "I'll go get groceries," he pushes himself up. "I can't trust these incompetent clowns to not fuck up something simple..."

"Ya want me ta get dressed?" Harley asks.

Jason rolls his eyes, "Just stay here with Lucy, if something happens at least she'll have one of us," he says pulling open the desk drawer and starts putting more weapons on his person. "Frost!!"

Frost is soon standing in the room, "Sir?"

"Bring the car around, we're going grocery shopping," Jason deadpans as he slams a clip into a gun. "And what's going on in Prague?"

"Their plane should be landing soon sir," Frost nods and leaves to go get the car.

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Prague, Czech Republic

The plane had began it's descent before landing. "Hey man," says Tom, one of the clowns who had been assigned to find Jester and Julia, "how the fuck did we get stuck with this job?"

The second one, Mark, looks to Tom and shrugs, "Mr. Frost told me it was because we were smart."

"Dude, I didn't even graduate highschool," Tom scoffs.

"Hell, I barely did," Mark confesses. "But the orders came from the boss."

"You ever met Mr. J," Tom swallows.

"I've been in the same room with him, but I ain't never been formally introduced or nothing. You?" Mark hesitantly asks.

"Nah man, I've been working for him for years but not directly," Tom answers. "You ever met Mr. Jester?"

"Nah, you?" Mark asks.

Tom shakes his head, "Nope."

"Huh...feels fishy, right?" Mark looks at him.

"Well... The Joker, a man we don't even know, has sent us globetrotting to hunt down his twin, who we don't know. We have to apprehend him and take him all the way back to Gotham?" Tom remunerates.

Mark nods, "Apparently so."

"Are you paying attention here?? We're hunting the Joker's fucking twin man...ain't that basically hunting the goddamn Joker? I mean I heard the guy took out the Irish Mafia. Not just a branch. Not just Gotham. The entire fucking thing. Women and babies and shit..." Tom swallows.