Life is no Game.

Don't bite the hand that feeds you.

//What's up Readers?ヾ(〃^∇^)ﾉ

In this chapter I want to give you a crazy twist. A little taste of the other side if you think about it. I'll be taking on the Point of View of the Thug in the "Flaming hearts for our brother" chapter.

P.S if you haven't noticed only 2 days have gone by since that day in the chapter. Talk about chronological story line!

Thugs P.O.V

*After going to the hospital for a few cracked ribs I ran out to the Joker's base deep in the heart of the city. My entire chest area covered in tight bandages. The doctors said I should just rest up but who can rest in this city?*

Thug: Those shitty punks. I'm dead meat. What am I going to say to the boss? Ugh if I get my hands on those punks. Especially those tw- *he groans in pain and places his hand firmly on his injured side to try and calm down the pain from the fracture.* Damn them!

*Reaches the base and goes in.*

???: Well if it isn't Ricardo. The boss has been waiting.

Ricardo: Shouldn't you be with him. War Lord Dustin.

Dustin: Enough of titles fool. Don't make the boss wait anymore. He's been real patient.

Ricardo: Sure will do. *trudges along*

Dustin: *with a smirk on his face* What happened to you?

Ricardo: nothing. *continues towards where the Joker is*

*As he opens the door he starts to catch a cold sweat. He takes Two big steps into the room and kneels on the ground.*

*As he looked up at joker he couldn't make out whether he was in a good mood or not. He was just calmly sipping a glass of wine.*

Ricardo: How are you feeling... My lord?

Joker: i don't feel anything. I'm immortal. I can't be touched.

Ricardo: True my lord. So very true.

Joker: Now. What do you have in store for me? *he sat on his chair in an awkward position. His legs on the back rest. Looking at Ricardo upside down.*

Ricardo: I'm afraid... *his mouth became dry and he started to choke up inside* I. Lost the. Pa-Package sir.

Joker: *looks at him. Still in his awkward position* Is that why you're wrapped in bandages? Were you attacked by the police, a rival gang?

Ricardo: Yes... I mean no. I mean yes I was attacked. But... It wasn't any of those.

Joker: *confused and bored he started to swing his dangling feet.* so who were you attacked by?

Ricardo: I was jumped by a gang of kids. *He thought for a while and he knew that by only saying that he would be killed. He then got on One knee and pretended his injuries we're hurting him* T-the kid you hired sold us out. He brought a bunch of kids and jumped me. They put me in the hospital and ran away with the money.

Joker: OK.

Ricardo: *looked up at him in confusion.* OK?

Joker: That's what I said. *he sat up straight and drank a bit from his wine* Is that all?

Ricardo: Yes.

Joker: Well OK. I'm glad you're alive and recovering. Come here. Stand in front of me.

Ricardo: *He got up from the floor and walked to him. A sense of relief striking him in an instant. He stood there in front of joker.*

Joker: Do you care for some wine?

Ricardo: I would like a gla-

Joker: *Riccardo was cut off when the joker threw the wine at Ricardo's face and tossed the wine glass on the floor. The glass shattering into a thousand pieces at Ricardo's feet.* How's the wine?

Ricardo: *actually surprised he knew he had to respond* a bit bitter.

Joker: *gets up and punches him. Knocking him down and straight to the floor* You're worthless.

Ricardo: Joker please. I'm sorry.

Joker: Sorry doesn't cut it. *steps on Ricardo's ribs*

Ricardo: *loses his breath in a single Blow. With his hands he tries to lift joker's leg from his wounds but joker just stomped on him harder. Ricardo started to lose consciousness and quickly started to cough up blood.*

Joker: *stops and walks away sitting back down in his chair.*

Ricardo: *was barely breathing and had only one eye open trying to see what's going on*

Joker: Do you want to get revenge on those kids?

Ricardo: *He couldn't speak so he nodded.*

Dustin: *walks in the room and shoots Ricardo in the leg.* Oops.

Joker: take him out of here! Get all the information you can from him. Then you know what to do.

Dustin: As you wish.