S t o r m Cloud

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Scarlett moves hastily before the Joker positioning herself right before him.

With her heart pounding in her chest Scarlett brought her eyes to him. He just sat there in a calculated stare as if whatever she was doing or about to say had already bored him half to death.

" Where is he?" She asked calmly trying her hardest to not show him her anger, her sadness or any form of reaction that would trigger an emotion in him that would make him want to put whatever bullets in that gun in her body. "What have you done to him?" She paused pulling her stare to his icy eyes, her words seemingly irritating him. " Better yet why are you doing this to me? Have I done something to you? If so please tell me what I've done."
Joker leaned forward from his brooding enjoying the frustration he was causing his daughter. He liked that. He likes how he could see the fear hiding in her eyes awaiting the dreaded answer that she didn't want him to give her. He liked how she battled with her self control when she was around him. He thought she looked rather beautiful when he saw that oh so familiar look in her eyes when she glanced down at the gun inches from his finger tips. " Run it by me again I do have a terrible memory. Who is this he again?" His fingers intertwining with one another as he relaxed further into his seat, raising them towards his face holding his fore finger to his lips as he thought cheekily. " I've had many a he being dealt in my hands, there's been so many I've lost count dear." He said humour-fully enjoying the way Scarlett bit the inside of her cheek agitatedly. A habit that Harley once had when she was nervous and or flirting with him. Except with Harley she always nervously glanced downwards bashfully, But Scarlett she stared right into his eyes challengingly.
" You know who. Don't play coy with me!" She snapped quickly biting her tongue scolding herself mentally for letting him get under her skin so quickly. " please." She uttered stepping forward placing her hands on the desk. " I just ask you one thing and you think you can treat me how you treat everyone else. You can go to hell for all I care. But please just tell me where my friend is." Her demanding tone only causing Joker to burst into a slow deranged laugh, his tattooed hand falling to his lips. "TELL ME." She shouted her fingers grasping a hold of the cold metal before her. Her fingers clutches around the handle of the gun aiming it straight to his face. " Tell me or I'll put a bullet straight through your skull." She shuddered as she stared down at his menacing stare. A primal snarl leaving his mouth as she smiled up at her. " got it, got it, got it." He chastised leaning into the barrel of the gun. " Don't hurts me, I'll be your friend." He mocked playfully pulling his face into a pout staring up at her innocently. " Do it, Do it, Do it!" He chanted playfully almost making her pull the trigger. "Now why would you want me to do that?" Scarlett asked leaning in closely as she slowly moved the gun. " When you've got the answers that I want." A small smile growing on her lips as she stared at the gun. " Why would I kill you when I can just kill myself." The gun slowly raising to her temple. " I mean, it's not like killing you would benefit anything for me." The gun slowly moving underneath her chin as she thought "I wouldn't have the answers, but if I kill myself I leave behind a whole lot of mess for you to clean up and a very very very." Innocently taking the safety of the gun as she rested her the gun back towards her temple. Her innocent voice taunting him. " Very angry Harley to deal with. I mean she'd hate you forever and from the look on your face and distress of Harley I'd ruin whatever plan you have made. Because if there is one thing I know about criminals and mass murderers you always take something from someone who is a vital key part of your plan."

Joker stared adoringly if you'd call it that in my direction. He had this sort of glimmer in his eyes. This playful glimmer as if I'd just struck the nail on the head. I'd quite possibly just become a key player in whatever game he was playing and by the look into his eyes he was enjoying the fact that i had just by chance, by sheer luck caught onto a part of his game.

" Alright then." He said cheekily leaning forwards from his chair. " I'll give you a little hint just for the fun of it all." The inner child inside myself growing excited at the thought that I'd just had one small victory on the Joker.

" Scarlett!" " Scarlett baby."
Harley voice called as Scarlett stormed into the room she had woken from previously. The murky tinted windows of the room only reflecting the darkness of the newly coated sky.
"Where are you going? What has he said to you?" Harley pleaded as she ran to her daughters bed. Scarlett frantically stomping around the room emptying out draws as she searched for anything she could use in what she was about to do.

" It's none of your business Harley." She growled frustratedly as she ripped open a worn cupboard door. " If you want to help me tell me where my duffel bag is" Scarlett eyes met Harley's pleading with her. Sighing Harley groaned out " Over there" she pointed to beside a nightstand that Scarlett hadn't even noticed.

" Please baby whatever he has you doing you don't have to do." Harley pleaded as she watched her daughter rip open the bag fumbling with a few clothes items stomping into the en-suite bathroom slamming the door shut. " Scarlett! You've only just regained some strength—." " You're still sick." Harley shouted rushing to the bathroom door banging on it. " Baby please talk to me. I can help you." The door swing open revealing Scarlett in a pair of black jeans with a paled dark grey messily tucked into it. Scarlett hastily sitting on the bed pulling o na pair of socks before shoving her feet into a pair of combat boots.
"Harley you can help by staying away." Scarlett snapped digging once again into her bag. " I don't need anyone." Scarlett shouted as she pulled out a small set of knives she'd stolen from Wayne manor. Bruce Wayne really had a thing for secret compartments, some of them not so well hidden. Tucking a small knife into her boot and one into her jeans.

Harley knelt between Scarlett legs holding onto her thighs carefully squeezing them in a reassuring way. " please baby" she begged " I don't want you to be hurt. Please don't go do what you're going to do. I'll convince him not to make you do this." Scarlett looked up from redoing her boots to make them more comfortable.
" I'm not doing this for him. I'm getting answers that none of you will give me. I'm doing what needs to be done."
Scarlett stood to her feet grasping a hold of a jacket from across the bottom of her bed. The dark material would be durable against the cold weather outside. Agitated she shrugged the jacket over her shoulders checking her pockets for potential spaces for a few knives.

"Scarlett please just tell me where you're going." Harley wailed as she stumbled after her retreating daughter who stomped down towards the open warehouse. The commotion catching the attention to a few of Jokers men. They're eyes trailing the dirty haired blonde who stomped through the warehouse with Harley in toe shouting to her. The guy Scarlett has met before caught sight of the scene before him as Harley screamed at Scarlett not to go.

" Ayy man, who even is that girl Harley is chasing after. Ive been out of here for a while whys she so important to Harley?" Grayson asked as he stood beside one of the men he was usually situated with.
The tall stocky man turned to face Grayson almost in bewilderment. " Where's the clown had you lurking? How did you not hear?" He scoffed in shock as he brought the cold rim of the metal beer can you his lips. " Thats his daughter." Grayson choked on the words leaving his friends lips. The dirty haired blonde who he'd helped this same evening was his boss daughter. " You're fucking kidding me." The two men staring at one another as they heard Harley scream for Joker. " Nah man. Poor thing didn't have any clue who she was. Alls I'm going to say is don't bring it up to J." Grayson gaze never left her as she sat upon Harley old motor cycle that had been sat in the warehouse for a long time collecting dust. "Oh and stay away from her, she may be pretty but that's one way ticket to the worms. It's best to just stay away." Nodding slowly Grayson watched as she ignited the engine skidding off out the warehouse into the night air.

But Grayson wasn't the only one watching Scarlett Quinzel as she left the Jokers hideout in a hurry. Joker stood above all of his men in the shadows. His calculated stare staring down at the mother of his child as she let out a shrilling scream before the sound of a choking henchmen collapsed on the floor choking on his own blood was heard.