his precious Queen

10

Everything moves at a fast pace. The way the wind whips and whirls around me, as I squeeze my Thighs tighter.

The motorbike swiftly Threading through each Car, humming and honking. Some even yelling out there Partly Lowered Windows.

The gun and knives Strapped all over me give little to Push the Anxiety out of my mind. Weapons be Dammed, if this goes wrong the hole thing falls apart. The Joker Doesn't deal well with not getting what he wants and when it comes to missions he Tends to Dish out worse.

The lights up ahead, from the tall Blocky Buildings and the Street Lights Blurr, becoming a Blob of Uncertaintly as I make my Final Turn. Up an isolated road, where He should be.

With the Dock, and our Shipment. As well as our Ticket outside of Gotham undetected.

I deserved some Justic for What I was put through, and he Wanted to expand his Reach.

I can just about picture it, the taste of Revenge as My Family Home Turns into a Bunch of Ash and smoke. The way The sound Cracks in my ears. And the relif that will settle into my belly.

Even with the joker here. Protecting me, Guiding me. I could never Rest until my past how ever many loose threads are around the place, is taken care off.

As I Turn around. The small little curve. My Stomach, drops into a Knot.

The bat. How the fuck did he get here?

I pinched my brows and thought of every possible way they could have known. The only way, small and slim but very possible. We have a rat in the mixture. And by the tight Pinch of J's Features. He knows it too.

He Has his Gun out. Pointed at the bat, and I follow Suit. My Grip like iron as I take Short, easie Steps.

The only advantage we have now is my Prescene going Un-noticed.

Maybe he thinks I didn't make it in the time frame I was supposed too. But it doesn't take me to look inside J's Crazy mind to know, he Knows I'm here.

We went through enough drills, and them drills through drills. For him to know I make it on time, sometimes it's by the Graze of my Hairline. Others I make it with minutes to spare.

Regardless. I get here when supposed too.

J doesn't waste anytime. He Shoots his Gun, bullet shattering through the space. My eardrums, ring slightly and I feel my throat Grow Dry.

The bullet slides off the bats Suit. It's bullet proof, to be expected by someone with a deep Pocket. Only Feeding the Pulsating Thoughts that he infact is Bruce Wayne.

No one else in Gotham could ever Afford this type of Gear. Not in a million years. The government assures that. And unless your like Bruce, your Dead mommy and daddy would have to leave it to you in there will. And from a dead ass young age. You would never be able to keep the money flowing in.

That is if you dont Rob Every bank in Gotham and run the Biggest hottest club the city could ever see.

"Batsy, batsy, batsy. We should really stop meetin like this." J threw his head back, Laughing a throaty Cackle. Again, spraying bullets like a mad man.

I take the safety off my gun. Narrowing my eyes as I watch everything in front of me.

I'll only come out of hiding when and if J needs me. Maybe this can be Salvaged. But how would we know?

A hand, gripping my shoulder. Pushing me down on my knees as another Snatches the gun from my other. My eyes are wide and I curse. I didn't hear these fuckers behind Me.

I can't move my arms no matter how hard I try. But unlucky for them they don't have my head Secured. So I throw my head back. Hitting the man behind me in the groin.

And just like that my Cover is blown.

J snapps his head behind him, and when he sees them holding onto me. His eyes Hold a fire, so hot it burns. He was angry before. Pissed even. Now it breaks all the Scales i could have ever known.

Without hesitation he Shoots the men behind me. There bodies Falling to the ground with a thud, and there hands only lingering like a Ghost. It's presence remembered but not quiet there anymore.

The bat is almost close up to J. Ready to Throw a punch. And without thinking I grab my Gun and Shoot a bullet.

Chattering through the air with a whirl. Taking the attention of each, passing wind. The sea around us Smashing against the Rocks below making a sound that even I Clench my teeth together And Lock my Jaw into place.

"What happened to you Melody. You where a good Person." The bats deep voice, comes In a Huff as he fights with J.

"That is none of your buisness." I shout. "This is none of your buisness, you have a big Problem with sticking your nose in places it doesn't Belong."

"She told you batsy."

Behind the slits of the bat's mask. I see him narrow his eyes. He sets his Jaw in place as he takes a gun out of his side.

Before I can react or even think. He Shoots it at me. Only it isn't a normal gun.

I feel my body become weightless, and I fall to the ground. I can't move. I can't blink. I can only allow the heavy feeling to take over.

"Melody." The joker roars.