One week later...
Joker woke up. He rubbed his eyes and walked to the bathroom.
The loft was usually filled with the sweet aroma of breakfast, but not anymore. Not since Harley died.
All thanks to that one mother fucker.
He brushed his teeth and showered. He dragged him self to the kitchen and got a banana. That was his breakfast now.
No pancakes.
No bacon.
No orange juice.
No Harley.
He finished and got dressed. He put on his purple leather jacket, his skinny jeans, and went into his office.
He was working on a plan to take down a gang leader. The one he had played poker with.
The one that killed Harley.
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Finished with his plan, he looked at the time.
The clock read 1:30 am. He went to bed, knowing that when he woke up, Charles Klems would never see another day.
(A/N: Charles Klems is a random character I made up so... yah. Hate on him, he killed Harley.)
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The morning came, and it was go time.
The Joker and his goons got ready, packing guns and knives, every weapon you can think of.
They sped down to Charles current hideout.
An old warehouse near the edge of Gotham.
Joker shot the lock, breaking it. Kicking the door open, he and his goons shot up the place.
Ruining everything, making the drugs unusable.
Joker knew this would make Charles mad, his merchandise becoming unusable. Serves him right for killing Harley.
Joker told the goons to stay where they were and guard the place.
He walked to the back, where Charles' office was.
"Knock knock." He sang. "What?" Charles' gruff voice answered. Opening the door, Joker spoke. "Howdya do buddy boy?" He gave Charles a wicked smile. "Joker, I hope you've come with the money you owe me." Charles said, standing up.
"I haven't." He said. Charles immediately got angry, lunging for Joker. Joker dodged, kicking Charles down, keeping him in place with his foot on his chest. "You see," Joker started, polishing his gun. "It'd be a waste to give a dead man money."
"What the fuck are you goin' on about?" Charles asked. "You killed my doll." Joker hisses. "You stabbed my baby." He said, pushing his foot harder into Charles' chest. "You-"
"You're talking about that skank you kept around yeah?" Charles asked, amused.
"She's not a skank you bastard. Don't disrespect my queen!" He shouted.
"Whadya gonna do? Shoot me?" Charles asked, having fun poking at the Joker.
"Yeah."
Bang!
A/N:
BOOM CHICKA POP
I recommend that brand ^ they make good popcorn.
Anyways, that's part 2 since y'all wanted it.
Hope you liked it!
And yes, I will make a part 3 if you babes need it so bad.
Xoxo
~Ari
