His Toy...

Everything about her made me livid! I hated the way she called me puddin and the sound of her voice sometimes reminded me of nails on a chalk board. Always getting in the way and screwing things up. She was like a roach, always kept coming back from my attempts to kill her.

What made the anger and the blood lust rise even more with her was the way men looked at her. I wanted to scoop their eyes out with a fork and laugh while they screamed for mercy.

No one gets mercy from me!

It took everything I had to stay in the shadows. Now wasn't the time, it wasn't right. There'd be no joke, no fun if I stepped out and killed them right now. No, this wasn't the time or the place but soon, soon it will be and she won't come back from it this time. Neither of them will...

I watched her dance around as I sat poised and relaxed but I was far from relaxed. This was the biggest joke yet! Oh, it would be sooooo good if only I could share it with the rest of Gotham. Maybe I should? I mean after all no one questioned me. All I have to do it is hit record on my phone and live stream it for the masses to see you don't mess with me.

Yes! That's what I'll do!

"Bring him in." I growled. My eyes still glued to her, the way she was moving her body. God why was she making me do this! Better off without her anyway all she did was cause me trouble and lose me money.

My face held a scowl as she stopped and her eyes darted from me to him, that one action had my shoulders tense ready to rip his head off and give it to her before I killed her too.

"Puddin? what's going on?" She asked all high pitched and whiny, god it make me want to tear my hair out.

"You wanna know what's goin on doll face?" My voice coming out in a low growl as a smile broke out across my face as she flinched back from me as I stood up.

"Boss I'm sorry I don't know what I've done but I'm sorry!" He called out into the now bone chilling silent room.

"Hold this. You drop it you die." I said thrusting the phone to one of the guys that had brought him in as I got up. Tension rolled through me, his head was going to be my release.

"Puddin..." She asked slowly creeping. God I was so sick of it! I pulled my gun and held it out pointing at her head as I rolled my head cracking my neck a few times.

"Will you just shut up!" I yelled glaring at her. "This is the biggest joke of all and you know what?!" I asked her thrusting the gun at her.

"W... What?" She asked I could smell the fear rolling off both of them. It made me sick, no one did this to me. NO ONE PLAYED JOKES ON ME!

"I saw you standing in the rain... You were holding his hand!" Anger flowed through me. She did this, it was her fault!

"You got it all wrong puddin!" Her voice high and annoying again! A growl left me halting her in place.

Loyalty meant nothing! No one was loyal anymore. They all needed to go.

It was such pleasant sight to see him tied to a chair though. I had had so much fun listening to the screams of horror from both of them. It was riveting from beginning to end though it was far from over. well... it looked like it was over as far as he could see since he couldn't see anything now. A howl of laughter left me at my own joke. Sometimes, oh god sometimes I was just too good.

"Now you all can see since he can't what happens when you touch my things!" I growled at the camera before turning on her. I had another chair brought in as well as that bat she loved so much. Another howl of a laugh left my body shaking. The perfect joke, the perfect end. No one was goin touch my doll again.

"Puddin please!" I swung the bat around and around in my hand.

"Stop!... Callin!... Me!... That!" I growled between swinging the bat at his head. Oh the colour it was just so brilliant and alive!

"I'm sorry Mistah J!" She screamed as I repeated my actions till there was more life spilling from him than there was actual life in him. God damn it I wanted to savour this!

"Yes. Yes, you are sorry because right now I'm done with you! You cause nothin but trouble and lose me money!" I yelled turning to her. I was covered in blood. My once white shirt now destroyed. "Look what you made me do! I've just ruined a nice shirt."

I dropped the shirt and picked up the bat again. A gun would be quick and painless and too easy. No she was goin to feel the hurt. Oh yes! Everything in me jumped for joy as I walked over the bat at the ready.

"You were holding his hand and I'll never be the same." I growled swinging the bat down hard. She screamed... oh the joyous sound I missed it so much I had forgotten how good it felt to hear the screams. I pulled the bat up and swung again till the screaming died.

"No-one-touches-MY-toys!" I growled through gritted teeth turning to look from her to the lifeless body then to the camera. Hysteria over came me and I fell to the floor laughing oh god it hurt. It all hurt from laughing but fuck me if it wasn't worth it. "Good night Gotham." I reached up grabbed my gun and shot the phone and killed the henchman behind it.

Now to leave and let the stupid bat clean it up. Maybe I'll come back and kill him? Use this all as an even... Yes! The joke will continue oh and wasn't it good. He couldn't resist and it'll be his down fall!

Stupid bat!

I glanced over my shoulder as she moaned in pain. I should have killed her but then I'd lose my favourite toy.

I grabbed my purple trench coat, slipped it on and walked out into the cold. It felt great as it rushed against my bare chest.

Now to set up and wait for the bat.