The Joker And The Fool

8(.3) the beginning of an end

a death in the family- part two

When Zsasz had realised that Diana had spent the night with the Joker, they had shared an alteration. He had not seen the Joker there, but he had his suspicions. Her bed, it seemed as if two people had slept in it. He could smell it on her. It was not as if he had ever claimed her to be his own. But she did not often sleep with other men. Zsasz did feel betrayed when he saw the state of her bed. He felt obviously ridiculed when he found the two empty bottles of wine next to her bed. He had entered the apartment at a time in which she had been in the shower. And though, he did not want to scare her with any jealousy, nor did he want to displease her, could he not help what he had done. He was simply too angry, to let the matter rest. He knew, he knew that she had slept with the Joker. Specifically, the Joker.

So, when he heard her soundly humming a tune as she stood beneath the warmth of her own shower, he had entered the bathroom in search for her. All he had wanted was to confront her with her own idiocy.

Diana had not noticed his presence until he stood in the opening of her shower. He held in his hand one of the bottles. He stood so close to her, that drops of water fell onto his freshy steamed suit.

"How dare you?" he had asked her.

To what she turned around, quite in shock. She did not cover her body, it was not a natural response for her to do so. She had never cared about nakedness towards many others. And for some reason she had the feeling that Zsasz had been there for longer than she knew.

"What are you doing here?" she had merely asked him quite sharply as she reached for the faucet behind her back.

Without looking at it, she had turned it off.

But she could not have been prepared for whatever Victor decided to do. He had never been violent towards her. Whenever Zsasz became violent, it was sure that he would also kill. He did not just harm nor mutilate, he only killed. Perhaps that was something which Diana had taught him. For she had always wanted him to handle conflict in the most civil way. And if it could not be handled as such, she would ask him one of two things: either to kill the person in question, or to deliver that person to her. For she wanted to be the only one who tortured people in her name. she wanted no executioners.

He had approached her, took her by her neck and threw her to the wall. The violence had happened so unexpectedly, that Diana had no form of defence against him.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" she shouted at him as she looked both fiercely as she did angrily.

"Do you have any fucking idea what you would do to us if you crawled back to the Joker?!" he asked her.

Diana had not assumed that her actions would go unnoticed, but she had assumed that Victor would allow her the chance to make her own decisions. After all, she was always the one who had control, not him.

"What are you talking about?!" shouted again.

To what, quite unexpectedly, he swung the empty bottle of wine right beside her and smashed it on the wall to her right side. The entire bottle shattered to pieces and thew fell onto the floor of the shower. Little reside of what had been in the bottle washed away through the sink. But drops of the alcohol had also fallen onto Diana and covered her shoulder and breast. It was almost as if she was covered in blood.

"Don't you fucking lie to me!" he shouted towards her.

"Get your hands off of me!" Diana had commanded him firstly.

But she gave him not the time to do so. She pushed hand into his face, to what he would only hold onto her neck more tightly. And they would commence to struggle for a few moments. After what Diana was able to throw him to the floor.