The Killing Joke

Hello, Mr. J

The night air penetrated my suit of leather. The smell of trash wafting up and out of the alley that neighbored the 5 story building I crouched on. It was around 8 o'clock. My next hit sitting directly in front of me in Main Street Bank, the only bank the Joker has yet to hit. The street was vacant; the only sounds carried by the wind were sirens, and the far away sound of a bustling city.
I jumped, landing silently in a crouch, and sprinted across the street. Locking my shoulders, I bounded up the bank wall, catapulting onto the roof. Tonight, there would be a meeting between a few gangsters, and one mob boss in particular, Ricky Alpone. The sex trafficker of the world, he was evil, and treated woman like they were shit on the bottom of his shoe. I couldn't stand men like that. They think they're the best, and that every one should cater to their needs. Well, I have some news for you, honey, death is coming. Death is coming in the form of me. I stood, and went over the arsenal hidden in folds of my leather armor.
Most assassins simply wear all black, but I have a full bullet proof suit. There's a reason why I'm the best. I popped free the crate that dropped into an air shaft duct, and slipped through, sliding down the dusty airway. I breathed in deeply, and held it. Soft voices came further down the shaft. I moved silently until I was directly above them. Ricky sat there the disgusting, fat pig. His greasy red hair, and beady brown eyes held so much arrogance. I can't wait to slit your throat. Then he walked in with all of his magnificence. Slicked back green hair, red lipstick, and piercing blue eyes. He wore a deep red, half-buttoned dress shirt. His chest a tatted, muscled canvas. I'd never seen the Joker this close before, but if he was here, that was bad. I sat back and waited.
"Ricky Alpone, you have something for me yes?" His voice was deep and raspy. If it could be anything, it would be black smoke.
"Yes," he crooked that wicked smile that makes woman fear him so much, "I'm afraid you're a wanted man. There's a lot of money riding on your head, and I'm afraid I'm broke." He ripped out a gun, Joker's eyes widened in the slightest, but I already slammed through the shaft vent kicking it out of his hand. A knife through the throat of his gangsters he brought. I drew out my wire wrapping it around his throat.
"I'm so sorry to ruin your party, darlin', but I'm getting paid big money to take you out," he was trashing as much as a 300 pound man could," You know. I hate men like you the way you feel like you're owed everything." I braced a foot on the back of his chair pulling even harder on the wire. "I didn't know whether I wanted to slit your throat or shoot you. I think watching the life drain out of you slowly this way is so much better." I could feel Joker's gaze burning into my back as I murdered this man. Ricky choked on his blood, taking one last choked breath as I slipped his family ring off his finger.
I turned it around in my palm admiring the worth, "You must be the infamous Queen of Hearts." Jokers raspy voice came right next to my ear. I turned to hit him away. No one gets that close to me. Ever. He caught my wrist, yanking my hood off my head as my pale white hair tumbled down my shoulders. His eyes seemed to darken.
"I know you've heard of my reputation, Mr. J, and certainly you don't want to make an enemy out of me. I'd realized he had a grill and so much jewelry. He took a gun out of its holster, and pointed it at my head; its hilt carved from gold and pearl. I drew my tongue across my teeth, insanity is truly beautiful . He held my eye contact as I smiled, and pushed forward; the cold barrel pressing into my skin.
"Do it," I blew him a kiss. He hesitated a second, and a hidden blade flew out of my arm. I hit the gun to the ground, placing the knife against his throat. "You would never win, darling." I kissed his cheek. He growled. This man towered at least seven inches above me, but I wasn't scared. No, I never was. I slipped a the queen of hearts from my belt throwing it on the table. Something he had stolen from me, and backed away, sliding back up into the air duct feeling the night air kiss my skin. I heard him yell, his voice taunting, "We'll meet again, Queen!"
I walked back to the air shaft, and yelled into it, "I'm sure we will, love. One of us most likely won't leave alive." I jumped off the building, the image of his piercing blue gaze lingering in my mind. I needed to get home to my sister. She'd be getting home from her friends by now. I raised her ever since my parents died, and I didn't regret a moment spent with her.