Poison Oaky

Ch.1 Puddin'

The abandoned warehouse wasn't looking very abandoned. The Joker's henchmen were power walking all over the place, emptying crates from the nondescript truck that had just pulled in moments ago. Above them, The Clown Prince of Crime himself surveyed their work from a balcony. He was dressed in the strangely dapper attire that he had become known for: a well-fitting purple suit with a matching purple bowtie, powder purple gloves, and a sickly green shirt. The only aspect of him that varied slightly from his usual was the purple hat he had resting on his head, the brim pulled down to cast a shadow over his grotesquely pale face.

One of his gloved hands slipped into his pant's pocket, from which he removed a small flip phone, the disposable kind that screamed smooth criminal. He dialed a number, and held the phone to his ear.

"Before I ask one of my dear friends to open up a crate, I want to bring something mildly important to your attention." He said quietly, his voice eerily contained. The fearful man on the other end of the line was smart enough not to speak.

He continued. "If what I asked for is not in the boxes currently below me, you will tell me before I open them. Otherwise, your dear, dear wife will have a big, big smile spread across her beautiful face."

The Joker, as expected, received no audible response. He started to move across the balcony, his black-tipped, pointed shoes clicking against the grid of metal beneath him with every slow step.

"Yes, that's right. I have your wife. Let it sink in." The Joker paused, listening to the man's increasingly troubled breathing. He reached the end of the balcony and opened the door to his temporary office. He took off his hat and flung it onto his desk, and threw himself into his beloved spinny chair. He spun in it before resting his feet on his desk and adjusting his bowtie.

"Say hello, wifey." He said to the woman tied to the chair in front of his desk. He leaned forwards and held the phone to her duct taped mouth as he pulled out a can of Joker Venom. Her muffled scream, full of terror, was enough to make her husband speak despite his resolve not to.

"WAIT! Please let her go. I promise, what's in the crates is exactly what you wanted. No doubt. I would've told you already if it wasn't." The understandably concerned husband relayed.

The Joker set the can on his desk; the woman looking relieved. "That's too bad, I was really looking so, so forward to seeing a smile spread across your wonderful wife's face..." The Joker said, before being thrown out of his spinny chair and against the wall, the can and the phone falling to the floor.

"Batsy, so nice of you to visit!" He called out pleasantly with a nervous cackle before recieving a swift punch to the face.