Skream (A Joker story [Sequel to Hush])

10: Skream

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Rain smacked against the window angrily as wind slammed against it, the two fighting so wildly that all of Gotham was told not to leave their houses. A storm was brewing, but it was no where as near the size of the storm inside my soul.

“Jack, I want to take them all down.” I hissed silently, his eyes widened.

“It’d take away all of our fun and higher authorities would come in and stop us.” 

He was way more logical on this, but my emotions got the best of me. I was going to be stubborn. They almost had me kill him.

“Then I’ll hurt them really bad and make them cry for mercy.”

“Then I’ll take care of Bats while you do that.”

I looked at him and grinned. I wish he knew I wasn’t gentle anymore. The flicker of light inside was now a blazing inferno, wild and ready to kill. 

Hm. He’d like me even more then.

“Lock up Batman and let him watch as I hurt his friends.”

“And where do we put Arsen?”

I stopped with my demonic thoughts and adverted my gaze to the small child in the crib, eyes closed and tiny chest lifting every so often. Every bit of anger inside of me crumbled and fell off of me like a snake shedding its skin.

He drew me to him with his powerful yet gentle energy, I couldn’t help but pick him up, slightly awaking him from his slumber but then he turned and lay his head on my chest, falling back asleep in my arms.

“Oh, how can I do such evil things when I have someone as pure as you?” I whispered sadly, feeling regretful at all of my previous thoughts. I felt arms wrap around me from behind me, resting on my stomach gently. Jack rested his chin on my shoulder.

“If we didn’t have Arsen I’d tell you to go and kill them all. But let it go. We already hurt them by stealing from them, we don’t want any of them to quit. We will run them to exhaustion.” 

“Batman will never become weary.”

“Yeah, he quit for a couple of years because he was tired of our shit.” he laughed proudly, I smirked in response.

“Man, you are so cute. I am so stupid, you and Arsen look SO much alike and I really could not tell when I didn’t have my memory. All the logic was gone or something.” I muttered embarrassedly, blushing deeply. 

“Don’t feel bad. I was pushing your buttons that time you arrested me. Logic told me not to but I didn’t listen.”

“I could have shot you!” 

“I’ve been shot before.” 

“By me?”

“Have you ever shot me before?”

We stopped to think. We’d been injured so many times in this job that it slowly became harder and harder to remember injuries. 

“Hmmmmmm. . . . . .Uh, I don’t think so.” I murmured pensively while still thinking.

He laughed, taking Arsen out of my arms and sitting down on the bed with him, I walked to the window and looked out. The rain had ceased around the time I picked up my son, but I just really stopped to realize it just at this moment. 

The sun’s rays started to hastily dry up the muddy and sodden ground, filling my heart with warmth, but the sun was no match for my son. He was brighter, warmer, stronger than the sun God in every way.

I was lucky to have such an amiable little boy. 

“Jack,” I turned to him, he looked up from Arsen to hold my gaze. “Is Catwoman coming after me?”

He laughed. “Nope. Scared every single villain in Gotham who even thought about touching you. But Ace told me that the News was talking about you coming back, so those goons will probably think it’s okay to go back to their original routine with allies and enemies.” 

He was right. I sat down next to him, playing with Arsen’s hand. He gripped onto my index finger. 

“Should I be Hush?”

He thought and shook his head no.

“You’ve regenerated almost.”

I snorted. “Just call me The Doctor.”

He raised his eyebrow questioningly.

“You don’t watch Doctor Who?”

He looked at me with a funny expression. “I only watch the news, darling.”

“Well,” I huffed. “Guess we’re having a Netflix night. ANYWAYS, should I be someone else?”

“Want to be Mouse again?”

I thought about it. “No. I want to be a new original.”

“So you want to kill Hush?”

“It would get the cops off of the other woman.”

“They know what you look like.”

“I can change my hair and face. Or I can just wear a lot of makeup. If they notice then I guess I’m Blaise’s twin, Amy.”

He grinned. “Amy it is.”

“I know a good name,” I beamed.

“Which is?”

“Skream.”

He grinned widely. “I like it.” 

I kissed him gently, taking Arsen into my arms. “So do I.”