The Dark Knight: The Joker Returns (The Joker's Daughter)

Ch.7 The Big Blowup

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It wouldn't be long now until my plan was going to be put in action. I smiled crazy like to myself as I looked down on all of Gotham. They didn't even know what going to happen to them. They had no idea that soon enough there was going to be a big "tragic" accident. They were going to have only two people to blame and that's Batman and Robin. I just couldnt wait to see the fireworks.

"Why do you always like coming up here and looking at everyone before your plans??" I snapped my head in the direction of the voice.

"Because I like to see how much their expressions change...you see right now they're all in a rush to get to work, home, the store. They think nothing of life, always just living it in a rush, but tommorow you will see, there will be regret on all these faces. They are going to be so devasated that they didn't stop and enjoy their life instead of just running around trying to make everything perfect" I replied distasefully.

"A bunch of dumbasses if you ask me, they wont be sorry. Remember when we use to live there, they looked at us as if we were trash they didn't even take the time to get to know us, but after today they will know us I promise that from now we will have respect!" he growled. I could tell this was upsetting for him. He had a reason to be, but me....I had a bigger reason. This just wasnt about getting back at this city, or Batman and Robin, but to my father. He was going to get everything he deserved.

"Calm down Ben," I whispered and stroked his back softly, "dont be such a pussy, it doesnt look good on you." I kissed his cheek tenderly and walked away.

"Wait!!"

I turned around and looked at him annoyed, I may be able to tolerate my servant but up to a point, "Joker...will you ever kill me like you're going to kill Ivy??"

I smiled menacingly and walked a little towards him and started playing with his shirt, "Only if I have to sweetie." I smirked one more time, and then walked away to leave him wondering if his death sentence was soon to come...

Liam. It was such a simple simple simple name. Anyone that knew him knew that he wasnt a simple man. They smiled when they heard his name. I did to ,at one point, but now I just seethed with anger and rage. He was loved my many. Caring, selfless, handsome, strong. Only a handful of words that people used to describe him. Only a few lies... Too good to be true. Why didn't anyone see the darkness, the madness behind those pale eyes. No one saw because he was beautiful. Thats why beauty is a curse on the world. Its keeps us from seeing who the real monsters are. Yet again it is a blessing....

"Do you ever dream when you go to sleep Ben?" I sharpened my knife slowly and patiently waiting for his answer.

"The few times I do sleep I guess ?? Do you??" He looked confused. A little frightened that I took wonder in such an intimate action such as dreaming.

"I do." I simply stated not bothering to look up.

He was shocked, very shocked. I looked up rapidly into his eyes and I saw wonder in them. Wonder of what haunted me in my dreams.

"It's always the same one"

I smirk. I sharpen. I chuckle.

"I'm walking with blood all over my body. It's pitch black and I can hardly see whats going on around, but I hear them Ben. I hear them."

He slowly made his way down from his chair and lays down at my feet like a child hearing his mother telling a fasanating story.

"Who do you hear Joker?" He licks his lips hungarily. Anxious for me to continue.

"My demons." I look down at him. My eyes pitch black, as dark as they were that night. "They whisper and whisper I can't hear what they're saying but I know they're pleased. I know that their satisfaction and hunger for pain has been released. They scratch at my arms rapidly as I pass by. It stings but I laugh at the pain because it no longer feels like pain. Its pleasure."

I chuckled. He smirked. I sharpened.

"Tommorow my demons will get a level of satisfaction like never before. Tommorow my demons will not be in my dreams but outside in Gotham. I will never let them be trapped in my dreams again Ben.... never again."

He licked my knee and slightly parted my legs "I cant wait to see those demons." He smirked menacingly.

I cackled loudly and slit him with my knife. He fell to the ground and held his cheek in pain, the blood gushing out. I kicked him over and over again letting my laugh and his laugh merge as one.

When I finally stopped he twitched, the blood now all over the floor. Yet he was still laughing. I bent down and turned his face to look at me, "You know I hate repulsive displays of affection....next time you do that, I'll have your pulsating heart in my hand" I spat in his face.

The day he called me into his office it was raining, dark, gloomy. Days I love. When I walked in his 6'4 frame sat at his desk. He was looking down and writing things in a book. He didnt notice me come in, I sat at his desk and studied his features. His dark brown hair, his pale blue eyes, his massive wide shoulders. He finally looked up shocked.

"Wow you're pretty sneaky huh." He replied with a big smile, showing his blinding white teeth, "I didn't even hear you come in."

I laughed slightly and looked at his desk no pictures just books...

"Why are you so quiet all the time?" He questioned putting his bulging arms on the desk.

"I dont know," I looked down and played with my fingers, "Guess I dont have much to say."

His smile grew larger and he got a look in his eyes, "I dont believe that for a second! You're incredibly smart and insightful, I know theres a lot going on in there you should bless us with those thoughts." He winked and walked around the desk.

I smiled.

He locked the door.

I walked into the room and sat myself in front of the cracked mirror really taking my features in. My eyes were bright red from the lack of sleep I've gotten, my puffy face from the fumes I've exhaled the past few years, the horrundous yet beautiful scars dug into my face.So odd yet necessary...

I looked at the jar of wax in my hands. My beautiful face it would be covered...I had to sacrafice, I had to pretend to be one of them. I removed the makeup and carefully placed the wax over my skin.

After two hours of placing makeup I looked what they considered...normal. Those stupid useless animals. I looked like I did 4 years ago, when my sanity still consumed me. When hope and faith coursed through my viens. However, eyes are the window to the soul. My windows were black as death. I smiled and peeled back my clothing, slowly but surely putting on my disguise, my mask. I shuddered and my head was already pulsating in pain and anger at the fact I had to see myself like this once again, it looked disgusting almost...sane, ALMOST. I made sure the bombs werent peeking out of my clothes. No one likes people with bombs kids.

Taking long strides I went to the roof once more. I had to see the rushness of the people. I wanted to see the building before it fell apart, brick by brick. It would all come tumbling down. So many people would drop to their knees in pay and agony. Blaming the lord above, when in reality the lives of all those repulsive beings rolled right into my hands. I already felt the adrenaline rolling through my body.

I gripped the ledge in frusteration. Time is slow. It is however of the essence. I take advantage of it. Unlike these beasts that just roam around without a care in the world. I saw the godforsaken building. I took in its features: cracked walls , rotting roof, disgusting yellow color. I gripped harder. Im coming for you Liam, I'm coming for you.