One Bad Day

Vengence Is Mine

Joker's POV

I sat on the couch with Harley, my arm holding her, watching The Notebook. Not my pick, by the way. I wanted to watch Natural Born Killers, cuz that, I can relate to. I sigh and run my hand through my hair. I don't think Harley even notices. She's too busy crying over this chick flick and blowing her nose on my silk handkerchief, because I'm a gentleman like that. I roll my eyes at the gushy scene on my 95 inch, high definition, LED flatscreen.

"Somebody just shoot us."

"Be quiet, this is the best part! Its where she finally realizes they're Noah and Ally!"

"You have us so pussy whooped."

I hear the door open and I look over my shoulder and see Frost coming in. He walks straigh over to me and kneals down by my ear.

"We got Zsasz boss."

A jolt shoots through my entire body. I look down at Harley and give her a gentle nudge.

"Pumpkin, daddy has to go to work."

She moans and sits up. I quickly give her a smack on the lips and jump up from the couch.

"Oh, puddin? Can you bring home some ice cream??" She asks with a big smile and batting her eyes at me.

"Of course," I say and pull on my jacket.

I go down to the Escalade and get in the back. Frost gets in and drives me to one of my warehouses by the river in the Narrows. I go in and see Zsasz tied up and already bleeding in a chair.

My body flushes with heat. I slowly stroll in and approach him. He just peers at me with a scowl. I grab a chair and turn it around backwards in front of him. I straddle it and fold my arms across the back.

"Hello. And welcome," I growl.

"Just get to it already," he growls back.

"Oh no. No, I plan on making this last. It will definitely last longer than you did fucking my wife," I say and narrow my eyes.

"And she moaned like a whore!" He  says and spits in my face.

Oh but I don't get mad. No, thats what he's trying to do. If he works me up I'll kill him sooner, that's what he's wanting me to do. But no, I'm not going to make this fast. I stick my hand out and someone promptly puts a towel in it. I wipe my face and look over at the trays set up with various items I like to use in torture. Plus a few extras that I asked for. A smile spreads across my face and my fingers dance across the items.

"Ooooh, did you get a look at my toys??" I smile at him. "If not, that's alright, I plan to show them all to you up close anyway."

His eyes go over the objects on the tray. "Whats inside the black box?" He motions at it with his head.

My gleam spreads, I pat the box with my palm. "Oh that's for last." I reach down and pick up one of my favorites, my straight razor.

I turn to face Zsasz and let it glint in his eyes. I straddle his lap and rest my hands on his shoulders. He just looks disgusted and moves his head as far away from me as he can.

"Have you ever been married before?" I ask, but of course he doesn't answer me. "It's definitely a different prospect than being a bachelor," I twirl my wrist. "Something inside of you gets triggered the second you say I do. It's difficult to explain it really. It's like an...instinct. A man looks at his wife as...property. What belongs to him is his alone. And us men by nature, simply don't like to share what is ours. So surely you can see how wrong what you did was. Now you've triggered something inside of me that feels a need to avenge what rightly belings to me." I reach into my inside jacket pocket and pull out my wedding license and unfold it in front of his face. "See. I actually have paperwork here stating that Harley Quinn belongs to me." I fold it back up and stick it back in my pocket. "So now I must make you very sorry for what you've done. You will beg me to kill you, but you won't die until I let you die." I turn to Frost, "Johnny, how many hours was Harley abducted?"