his precious Queen

18

I found myself in the kitchen somehow, Whisking eggs into a pot of Flower, beside a big mug of Milk Measured out already to Make Cupcakes.

J was out, Hunting down The bat. From what I heard from From Whispers From the Goons, The Bat Had Disapeard from Gotham. But that wasn't a story I haven't heard off before.

I take a moment only to drum my fingers Against the Counter. I was forgetting Something Important and I didn't know what it was. I had the Sugar, the oven was Pre-heating. The maids, had each ingredient placed out For me, already measured and ready to go. I sighed, Rubbing the side of my temples. All this stress was Giving me a head ache.

Did I want to kill Emily and David? I couldn't Kill their child, and I most certainly couldn't stomach taking it in. Fuck, I couldn't remember if it was a boy or a girl. Not that I would Endulge Emily in asking. Because Johnny had a point. She would use my lack of Mother Figure against me, and sway me to making a different decision. One that I do not want to make in the first place. But felt as though I had too - out of want to protect the childhood, and Prevent unnecessary trauma.

Trauma that I carried around with me For years without speaking off it.

I hadn't Realised when I had picked up an egg, not until I Had Squeezed the shell so Tight that it had Broke in my hand. The yellow Yoke, spilling from each Crack between my fingers.

I shook my head, grabbing the nearest Cloth beside me. Whipping the yoke from my hand, as I backed away. Turning the Oven off.

I was in no head space to bake, or even to be near the Oven. I would end up Burning the Mansion Purley By accident. And while J wouldn't mind, It would be one of my Lesser Qualties.

Burning down one of my boyfriends houses. It would be Something for the kids, if he even wants them.

----- THE JOKERS POV -----

"We are nearly at the house boss." Johnny said, as he Glanced over his shoulder.

"Good." I hummed. The traitor, slimly little Thing was Hard to Hunt down. But he couldn't hide from me. They never can.

Kill him.

Burn him alive.

Pop his eyeballs out of his head, and force him to eat them.

My fingers Tightened Around my Caine. No punishment is Severe enough for what he did. Taking Melody from me.

I can excuse Being a traitor For having a Low IQ. If he was stupid enough to do what many have failed to do In the past. Well then. 

"Boss." I hummed in response, never taking my eyes off the Endless road Around me. The city, barley coming into View through The glass.

"Does Melody know what we are doing?"

I tut, glancing over at him for the first Time since Getting into the Van. The rest of the Goons, Stay quiet in the back.

Too afraid to move, too afraid to make a sound.

Just like they should be.

"No." This was one of the Jobs she will never know about. She would think I'm weak not being able to control my own men. And she would try to leave.

I chuckle, shaking my Head as I Slam my Palm on the dashboard. 

She will never leave me.

Not even death could Keep us apart.

The voices, are louder then they Where before Melody was taken from me. I had to kill this Fucker before Anyone else gets any funny idea's.

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The door, swings open.

His house was a wreck, filled with beer cans Strewn across the Floor. I pay them all enough to have a live in maid, and yet here he is. Wasting it on Drink, drugs and A prostitute.

She couldn't hold a candle to Melody's beautiful body.

"Were's my Invite? Ol' buddy ol' pal." I sang. A Grin on my face As I point to The naked two on the couch.

Ron, Looks Stuned as He Pushes the woman off of him. Her Red hair, Hanging over her Face In a tangled Mess. Her strands, reaching just below her Pebbled Nipples.

Burn them both.

Skin them alive.

Hang them upside down.

Carve their Organs out, of their bodies.

I rolled my neck, As My Goons Look Around Ron's House.

"What- what  are you doing here sir?" Ron stuttered as He Grabbed a Plump Cushion to his Right, placing it over his shaft as he stands to his fool height.

I twirl my Caine In my hand, as I glance over the walls of his home. It was a spacious wooden house. One I think Melody would enjoy, her own little place to escape to.

Not that she would want to leave me.

"You have taken something from me." I purr. Walking around the back of his sofa, the red haired woman, shaking as she Glances At my Goons. Her eyes, never Meeting my own.

I bet that's the first time her body has Shook tonight.

"I- I didn't steal anything." Ron Denined, as He shook his head. Balling the fabric of the cushion - even tighter.

I cackled. "He's funny." I raise my Tattoed hand up to my mouth. "Such...such a Jokster." I Rasped.

" I-." Ron's words immediately stopped when he Saw My purple gun In my hand. Fear, swarming in His eyes, like a pool of endless Tears Ready to Spill. It was addicting, so thrilling that it ingnited a fire in me.

My little Gem will not get to sleep tonight. Fuck I was hard just thinking about it.

"I-if you want Tiffany, you- you can have her."

"He's fucked." Frosty mumbled, as he Shook his head. His hands, Fixing his Suit Sleves.

"What I want Ron, is for you to die." I took my Tattoed hand away from my mouth, Flickering my fingers in the air. "We all know I get what I want."