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

Ch.8 Light of My life Fire of My Loins

I really dont like starting stories with an authors note but in this case it's very necessary. This chapter will be very dark and uncomfortable. I am warning you from this moment that it is weird to read and it was highly uncomfortable to write. I will leave a note after the story explaining things a little bit. Thank you so much to my fellow readers it means a lot if you do vote and comment!!

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"What can I help ya'll with?"

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I cringed and tightned my fists. This imbecile was getting in the way of my plans. It boiled my blood to see her smacking gum around. I didn't loose focus, I couldn't. My demons weren't allowed to be realeased until 4:00 p.m today. I could already feel them trying to claw their way out. Screeching at me to cause anarchy, pain,misery......be patient my darlings our time is apporaching...

"We are here to see Liam Guerra," I smiled. I fucking smiled.

"So??" She looked me in the eyes. Challenging me.

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I shut my eyes. Imagining I was strangling her with her own artieries. Her gagging, twitching, trying with all her might to push me away. The look of terror as she knew her gasps for air were failing miserably. I opened them again and smiled.

"I'm here to deliever some medicine for the children, I know a lot of them have been getting terribly sick," I tried as a final attempt to see if we should go about this the easy way or the hard way.

She rolled her eyes and picked up with phone,"Alright hold up."

I flashed a look at the clock.

1:30

I turned around and looked at my goons, they flashed a smile as well. One of them tapped his nose signaling he was going to patrol the building, making sure no one could go in or out.

"Alrighty, Mr. Guerra said ya'll could come in," she responded without emotion. It was bitches like her that made me do the things I love to do.

"Thank you." I looked her dead in the eyes, with pure hatred and disgust. She would get what she deserved very soon.

He sat down on his big brown chair and started stroking his chin, "Have you ever read the book Lolita??"

I looked him in the eyes they were not the pale blue eyes I saw before they were much darker "N-no," I stuttered pathetically, "What is it a-about?"

He chuckled,"Come here and I'll tell you." He patted to the top of his desk.

I slowly made my way to his desk and sat myself down across from him,to say I was very uncomfortable was the least.

"Well," he licked his lips, "Its about this man he's around the age of 40 something, and he falls in love with a girl around 13 or 14."

I didnt understand what the purpose of this story was, but I met his eyes...he smirked, "So why are you telling me this?"

He sat up straighter in his chair and stared intently at me never did I miss the way his stare would linger all over my body,"I think it really shows that age doesnt matter, all that matters is how you feel about eachother, the age is not important."

He stood up and started stroking my cheek. Goosebumps started forming on my legs. His stare was suddenly burning holes into my skin. "He says something in the book, he calls Lolita the 'light of his life, fire of my loins'" he rested his forehead on mine, "I think it describes the feelings I have for you perfectly."