Joker: A Fair Lady.

Epilogue

A 1980 model and black Mercedes Benz lay parked outside the edifice. Cigarette smoke escaped through one of the rear windows while the pilot and co-pilot watched the entire place.

"Everything is clean, boss."

"Perfect. Even so, watch the area. This territory belongs to Falcone and we're not wanted for that treacherous bastard." Both nodded. "Flowers," he ordered. The copilot handed him a bouquet of fake flowers and he smiled. "All right. Today will be a great night."

The two men smiled, wishing him good luck and he got out of the car to head for the building. He entered the place and headed for the floor where Grace Davis's apartment was located.

The elevator doors opened and with a sublime elegance and pleasant smile, he left there and headed for the hall until he reached the indicated door. He stopped, adjusted the collar of his shirt also the buttons on his vest; he combed his green hair and prepared his best smile. From his coat bag he took out a knife and broke the bolt, discovered the chain and with amazing agility managed to remove it. He opened the door, entered and looked at the small place.

The decor was worthy of her, one half of cream wallpaper and the other brown. Most of the furniture was the same; like the dining room and one of the armchairs. He walked calmly and discovered the ledge, feeling curious he approached and looked at those photographs he knew in the past. And while he remembered the images, he stopped his gaze on a new photograph, one of a baby. He took the frame and marveled at that image. The baby was about a month old, his eyes were closed, he slept calmly and was covered in a blue blanket and wearing a light blue pajamas. That baby was his son. He looked up and saw the rest of the new photographs, all were of his son as the years went by until he stopped at the fifth image, the most recent. He returned the photo to his place, took that one and looked at his son next to his mother.

Grace was still just as beautiful. Her hair kept her tone like the orange of a dawn and her green eyes shone like gems. His cheeks widened; those images managed to put a smile on his face. He returned everything in his place and took a seat in the armchair in front of the TV, remembering that it was time for his favorite show, took the remote control and turned it on.

In the child's room, Grace perceived the sound of the television. She got up in horror and noticed how Artie tried to wake up. She snuggled her son and the little boy stayed asleep. The sound of the television was loud, and it could almost reach neighboring apartments. Grace got up from the bed and fear sheltered her, thinking who could have raided her house. She steeled herself and left the room, making sure Artie did not wake up.

The redhead closed the door lightly, looked down the hall and distinguished the light from the television. She took a deep breath and began to walk, and as she approached, she took one of her porcelain figures and squeezed it with tremendous force. Upon arrival she heard a laugh which froze her blood. That laugh so peculiar that she had not heard again in these five years. Grace took the last steps and as she left the hall, she looked at a man with green hair, smoking and watching the program on television.

Grace was paralyzed and when her body began to shake, she dropped the figure. The rumble caused him to turn around, and when he saw the terrified redhead, a huge smile emerged.

"A ... Arthur ..." she released in a voice.

"Grace, my love ... it's been too long." He looked back at the television and laughed again. "This program is very entertaining, but nobody compares to Murray, definitely." He brought his cigar to his mouth and got up from that place.

Grace watched him, Arthur wore the same makeup that had characterized him; a red suit next to a turquoise shirt and gold vest made him look elegant and scary. He put out his cigar on the table and approached her; Grace stepped back and ran into the wall. Arthur was less than thirty centimeters from her. He saw the terror that sheltered the woman and raised her hands to place them on her chin forcing her to look at him.