Dangerous Antics (ABANDONED)

Prolouge

The long awaited third part. First book: Rough Night. Second: No escape. So go read those of you haven't already.

*Joker's POV*

I watch Harley carefully from across our large yard, her six month pregnant belly highly visible at this stage. I didn't trust any of my henchmen around her, nor did I trust the public. I had been home with her for the past few months with an exception to the odd meeting I would have put of the house. I was currently waiting for a client to arrive and Harley had insisted on wanting to be outside. I see a sleek black car pull into the driveway and I stand holding out my hand. "Harley." She looks up from the birds she's feeding and grins making her way towards me. She takes my hand and I pull her to my side, standing straight, my body positioned towards the car as three rather large men step out.

"Mr. J." One whose name I didn't fine important enough to learn approached me with open arms. I hold up my hand in annoyance to stop in advance. " sorry sir." He apologizes stopping in his tracks, the other men following suit.

"This way." I nod at the men and turn on my heal beaconing them to follow. Harley stays by my side as I swiftly walk into my mansion.

I let her sit in on this one, these men pose no threat. I have my men on standby in case I need to get her out of the room. I leave my gun on the long table that separates my clients from us. Harley is perched on my lap, my arms resting on my sides of my chair, staring straight ahead at the man who had approached me earlier. I wait for someone to speak, I refuse to make the first attempt at dialog. To my surprise, Harley is the one to break the silence.

"Puddin' why are they all just starin' at you?" She whispers a little too loudly.

I smirk before laughing, causing all of the men in the room to get confused expressions. "That's because they have no idea why they are actually here darling, and they're hoping that I will tell them." I motion for her to get up and she does, so I stand pacing around the table to the guy in charge. "However, they should know that I do not tell people why they are meeting with me, they must know before they come." I stop at the man and lean down so my lips are practically against his ear. "Otherwise, the are wasting my time." I pull away from the man and take two steps back addressing the other two men, "this man," I point to the guy at the head of the table once again, "Is wasting my time and your lives." To tell the truth, these men probably thought they were hear to make some deal that would make them money, but they were really here for my personal enjoyment. "He doesn't even know why he's here!" I slam my left fit on the long table, "why you're all here!" I sneer spreading my gaze evenly among the three men.

"I do sir." A tan man, the leaner of the three, pipes up.

"Oh, he knows why he's here mister...." I motion at the leader once again.

"Louis." he nods.

"Mister Louis!" I mock, dramatically waving my hands at him. "Why is it, Louis that one of your pack mules knows why you're here but you don't!" I shout at the man. "

Louis growls and stands up challenging me. "The only question I'm here to get an answer to is when are you gonna get a new bitch. Because obviously she's passed her expiration date."

My mood changes from pleasant in an instant as I feel my features go stone cold, "you think so?" I place my hand on his chest and slowly slide it up to his neck. "Oh, where are my manners?" I growl, staring straight into his calm eyes. "Would you like to take her for a spin?" I feel my hand closing around louis's throat, his men watching in panic, frozen in their seats from the rooms atmosphere. Louis's eyes go wide when I bring my other hand up, forcing him back in his seat. "Or would you prefer a fresher product?" The venom in the voice thickens as I speak, "because I'm sure i could find you something more to your liking." I place my knee between his legs on the chair, tightening my grip as I watch the life drain from his face. His body goes limp and I feel his pulse slow beneath my pale hands. I Push down harder as his heart comes to its final few pumps. I release my grip when I no longer feel his pulse. I stand straightening my bowtie and jacket. "Anyone else have any comments?" I look around at the remaining spectators. "Didn't think so." I walk back to my seat and sit and begin spinning my gun on the table.

"J..." The tan man speaks up.

"Hmm?" I don't look at him, I stare at the dead man across from me.

"Not that he didn't deserve it but-" I raise my hand to cut him off, aiming the gun at his head.

"Choose your next words carefully." The voice comes from behind me and I realize that Harley is still in the room.

I close my eyes and fire the gun. I hear his body drop then the sound of chair legs scraping across my wooden floor. I open my eyes to see the other man trying to leave. "Now, that just makes me angry." I say shooting him in the knee. He cries out in pain and I watch in amusement as he goes down, holding his bloody knee. "You don't want to make me angry do you?" I stand once again and walk over to him. Once I am standing over him I roll my eyes throwing my arms up. "Jeez you are all so pathetic!" I shout.

"Puddin' I'm bored!" Harley demands my attention.

"Hold on Harley. Can't you see I'm working?" I look at the pathetic excuse in front of me. Pitying him I groan in annoyance and pull the tigger of my pistol, shooting him in the heart.

A/N Alright so my friend gave me this idea, but I didn't really wanna start my story here so I just made this the prologue. Tell me what you all think!