Skream (A Joker story [Sequel to Hush])

1: Blaise

Story & Sequal Name:

1. Hush

2. Skream

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~*~Joker's pov~*~

The sun has stopped shining, the world has stopped revolving, the oceans have stopped swaying since I found out that Blaise was out there somewhere, alone and dying.

Finding her turned out to be the hardest challenge I’ve ever had in my life. She was somewhere out there, she probably got up and ran away, looking for a place to hide. It has been months since I saw that shining, green light signaling that she was very much alive. . . . And I have proven recently that I am a terrible husband.

Blaise had such a sweet heart. She was trying to save me, she was sacrificing herself for me, and she was persistent about it. She did all she possibly could to save me and, I’ve realized that throughout our whole relationship, I have been sort of a bad companion to her. I am so surprised she had the strong ability to put up with my childish, evil ways. She was a strong woman for dealing with a screw up like me.

The thought of her writhing in pain somewhere tended to make me a lot more violent than usual, to the point where I am throwing household objects and shattering them against the wall or the ground in a quick burst of anger. I’ve destroyed a whole room, and screamed so loud my lungs hurt and my throat threatened to bleed, and passed out from the amount of energy I used up in the whole tantrum.

Whenever I think of my wife, I get the harsh reality smacking me in the face, reminding me that Blaise is somewhere out there, cold and alone, and I have no way of finding her. The chip is inside of her, but the chip does not say her whereabouts. I don’t know where she is, and it scares me.

It actually scares me.

I didn’t know fear personally. I only knew it when I peered into the eyes of my victims as they watch my movement slowly, watching as I inch forward to end their lives, seeing the fear nearly cause them to pass out on the spot, which some of them actually do. Now I feel that same fear, I am a victim and the dark creature holding onto me is fear himself.

I just can’t pass out. I can’t back out. If I do, if I take so much as a second to think, Blaise could die, I can’t have her die. I glance at the green light frequently, hoping, praying it never dies out.

I have never believed in a God, but I’ve taken up praying, just in case there is one, so he can help me if he hears. I’m the man who has done wrong things, I’m not asking for help, Blaise hasn’t done anything wrong. She is a puppet of me, she is someone I ordered, she only did what she did under my command.

She deserves life and all its opportunities, all its wonders, she deserves the golden riches of salvation.

Ace’s loud voice echos through the hall, and I run to him. He is my number one henchmen now, I hired forty more henchmen but he is by far the one I appreciate the most, though he will never replace Mouse.

He was there when everyone was murdered. And I am glad he stuck with me, though I don’t say it. Blaise is the only one who is allowed to see my emotions.

“I found her.”

The words sent a spasm of relief through my body, I nearly collapsed in sheer excitement but I looked at all of his online research and what I found dispersed the excitement immediately.

She was being held in GCPD. Gotham City Police Department.

I quickly grabbed my coat and Ace did as well wordlessly. I drove recklessly to the GCPD, but halfway there, a cop car dove right in front of me, making me break quickly. I didn’t hit it, and cursed under my breath for my quick reflexes. The driver’s door opened and out walked Commissioner Gordon, walking over to the van as if driving in front of me was planned, and I had fallen right into his trap. I got out and took out my knife, Ace stood beside me.

“Where are you going?” Gordon questioned.

“I want my wife back! Where is she?!” I shouted, wanting to wring his neck, but I knew it wouldn’t get me any answers. He hesitated.

“Just go away.” he finally said, eyes weary. I was shocked. Go away? He wouldn’t arrest me?

He doesn’t want me around her is why, even if it means I run free.

“No!” I growled. “My wife doesn’t deserve this!”

Gordon hesitated, and looked at the police car. He made a motion with his hand, and the passenger got up and walked to us, my breathing stopped.

I felt my heart start to go crazy as the woman approached, she watched me with those brilliant eyes of hers, her black hair flowing through the wind. 

I opened my arms to her, walking over as she walked closer and closer. I was about to speak until I felt something poke me in the chest. I looked down to see she had the barrel of her gun pressed against me.

“You have the right to remain silent.” her eyes held a ferocity that sent a shiver through my body. Blaise had the eyes of a hungry killer.