Darkness had completely washed over Jason. He had lost hope in Harley being found. He's starting to think that she just might be dead. It had almost been six months, and not a soul has seen her. Not even Bruce could find her. Jason spends his days and nights locked in the office. He fills the time with drugs. Drugs up his nose, drugs down his throat, drugs into his arms. When he consumes everything in the penthouse, he just sends clowns out for more. He's been at it for the better part of a week. All day. All night. Around the clock. Nonstop.
Frost and Ace check in on him from time to time. A part of them hopes to walk in on him overdosed and dead. But the Joker wants the kid kept alive. No one was going to kill him except the Joker. That included Jason as well. They couldn't let him commit suicide. Not by gun, knife, rope, or drugs. The real boss had commanded it. So as usual, Frost and Ace are on edge. It was hard to take care of someone that you have no respect for. It was even harder to try to talk to him to try to cheer him up. That's why Frost had called Cobblepot. He was just so good at pretending to be Jason's BFF.
When the Penguin's impatient knock came to the door Frost immediately recognized it and answered the door. Oswald looks flustered, as usual. Frost could see his wide pupils and gives him a thankful nod for coming to the he rescue.
"So where is he?" Oswald asks.
"The usual," Frost nods toward the office.
The Penguin limps his way to the office door. He straightens his suit, takes a deep breath and knocks on the door. The sound of gunfire rings out and the Penguin hears the bullet whizzing past his head. He instinctively ducks and freezes. When he feels that no more bullets are coming he slowly straightens back up. There was a bullet holes in the office door. He turns and sees another in the wall behind him.
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"What the fuck?!" He shouts and looks to Frost with an angered expression.
Jason hears Oswald's voice and unlocks the door. Oswald hesitates and swallows hard. He couldn't let Jason see him shaking like a little bitch. He takes a deep calming breath and closes his eyes as he slowly exhaled. He opens his eyes and reaches for the doorknob. He slowly opens it and prays harder than he's ever prayed before as he tries to keep most of his body out of the line of fire. When he looks in he sees the gun on the desk, smoke still trickling from the barrel. Jason sat with his head in his hands.
"J?" He asks and slowly goes in and shuts the door. "Frost was worried about you and called me. He says you've been locked in here all week. Soooo...what seems to be the problem?"
Jason looks up at him with wet cheeks and bloodshot eyes that were all pupil. "She's dead," he says as tears form in his eyes. "Even that stupid bat can't find her."
"So there's no body or any evidence to suggest that she is in fact dead?" The Penguin asks.
"No...but there's no trace of her, not even a goddamn paper trail. Not one security camera has picked her up in the entire city," Jason says, every syllable growing in intensity.
