His Daughter: The Serious One

Chapter 3 - What's Rightfully His

Joker's POV (this'll be short, I don't want to give a lot away and also, be nice, it's hard to act like the Joker when you are a perfectly innocent, sane person.... Anyway ENJOY!)

That was waaay to easy! Those dead weight's might as well as left me un-cuffed. Ha! Well, I'm out and that alllll that matters.

"Boss?"

Ugh! These little 'companions' of mine are really starting to irritate me.

"What-tah?" I muttered back, clearly annoyed.

He took a few steps back and cleared his throat. Ha! These boys were too easy!

"Well, erm... We, er.. located... the girl... And um..." The man stuttered.

My ears perked up and I slowly turned my head to meet his gaze. I jumped to my feet and spun around, giggling. How they found her that fast, I will never know. I don't really care anyways. As long as they got her (and they don't lose her) all is fine in my little world...

"Well boys, you done good!" I laughed, stalking towards them. "Sooooo.... Where is she?"

They exchanged glances and tried to avoid eye contact. One of them nudged another and he shuffled nervously. I was growing really impatient....

"C'mon boys, spit it out! Don't, uh, make me get the knife!" I growled, danger gleaming in my eyes.

One finally took a small step forwards and looked at the floor. God, do these boys have any manners?!

"Hey! Buddy boy... Eyes up here!" I yelled.

He immediately looked me in the eye, his gaze switching between me and the room around me. I motioned for him to speak and his obliged. Sometimes, these numbskulls really do piss me off.

"She's in Gotham...." He began.

"Obviously!" I scoffed, my voice was dripping with heavy sarcasm.

"She's... Um.. Living with a... Er... A... Ahehe... Ermm..." Ok, now he was just wasting my time!

I help up my knife and skilfully slipped it in between his lips. If he swallowed now he was done for! His eyes filled with fear and he began whimpering. Pathetic!

"You got, uh, 5 seconds before this," I cocked my head towards the knife. "Goes through your, uh, cheek-ah." I chuckled a bit.

His eyes were flicking between me and the shiny little object that was threatening to end his miserable life. Bored, I began counting.

"5..."

"No, boss, please!" He begged.

"4..." I looked away as if in thought.

"She.. Uh, she's with..." His voice was cracking.

"3..." I began applying pressure on the corner of his lip.

"Please..." He started crying. Ha! What a sissy!

"2..." Blood started oozing out of the little cut.

"I beg you Please! She with..." He was shaking now. Gee, he really doesn't wanna die. But if was him, I wouldn't move so much!

"Aaaannnndddd....." I tilted the knife so it was curved. If my wrist flicked up now, well let's just say 'bye bye yet another failure!'. At least he'd die smiling - half smiling, unless I finish the rest.

"She's with Bruce Wayne!! He adopted her after you were taken.... Please, please, let me go! I have a wife and 3 kids and... Oh please boss! Please! I don't wanna die!!!"

I just lost it...

One effortless flick of my wrist and he collapsed to the floor, choking on his own blood. Unimpressed, I turned to my other henchmen. Haha! If they weren't afraid of me before, boy oh boy, were they scared now! I raised my eyebrows and clapped my hands loudly - scaring them. I giggled and sighed.

"See boys, that's all you had to do. Now... You know where the doll is. Do me a, uh, little favour and go fetch her for me. And do actually get her and bring her here unless you wanna end up like, uh urm, bozo here! Alrighty, off you go!"

They scrambled off, each one fighting to get out of the door. I turned back to my weapons left sprawled across the table. I skipped over (doing a little jump over Joe, or whatever his name was) and ran my fingers nimbly across the different toys in front of me.

"Hmmmm, eeny, meeny, miney... Mo!" I sang to no one in particular in my deep, husky voice.

Giggling again, I picked up one of my personal favourites. A long, curved pocket knife that has small - but sharp - teeth dipping in and out. It kinda reminds me of my smile, the way it would cut through the cheek and create a jagged masterpiece. Absent minededly, my tongue traced along the scar, reminding me want happened all those years ago...

Looking at my reflection in the metal, I smudged my red face paint across my lips a bit more and gave my self a wicked smile. I thought of her. The one I was after. It's been one hell of a time since I've seen her. But after all this time, I'm gonna see her again. Don't care how bit I will. And this time... No ones going to stop me seeing her.

Stuffing the knife in my pocket, I sat down and turned on the television. Automatically, it switched to the news. They were showing my little performance at Arkham, worrying about what I was going to do now I was out. Hah! They had no idea....

"It's time to get back what's rightfully mine..."

A/N

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