Jester seemed to be operating on autopilot as he got into the back seat of the Black SUV. He sat in silence, next to his brother. As he looked over at him he could finally see the man that all of Gotham feared. He saw the Clown Prince that the media so loved to cover. The murderer. The psychopath. The fiend. Until this day, Jester had never once seen the side of J that people deemed unacceptable.
The Joker could feel his twins eyes on him. He looks over at Jester and can see the state of shock that he seemed to be in. The Joker couldn't understand why he couldn't see that Jason had to die? Apparently Harley's rape is excusable to him. But it damn sure wasn't to the Joker. Jester had far too much light to be as dark as he was. It was starting to become a problem.
The Joker rolls his eyes with a sigh, "Would you snap out of it."
Jester turns his head to look at the Joker, "You didn't have to kill him J. Surely you could have come up with other ways to make him pay?"
The Joker internally cringes at how much his twin sounded like Bruce. "To pay?" The Joker's forehead raises, "No, no, no dear brother, it's not about some petty payback. It's about evisceration. He had to be erased. Stamped from this Earth for his unforgivable actions with my wife. Do you think that I wanted to possibly cross paths with him again? No. I wanted to know that no one would ever cross paths with him again."
"I know what he did to Harley was unforgivable, but he was our brother J," Jester says.
"And beyond just that, he broke my Cardinal Law. Boys," he addresses Frost and Ace, "What's Mr. J's number one rule?"
"Don't fuck with you," the two say in unison.
The Joker motions at them, "See. And the punishment for crossing me is death. Jason knew this."
"He also was under the impression that you were dead," Jester counters.
"That's no excuse for raping my wife, or getting my wife and top two guys shot! Fuck Jason! I hope he rots in hell!" The Joker swiftly pulls his gun and presses it to Jester's temple. "If you love him so goddamn much I'll gladly send you to meet him!!"
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Jester's head is pressed into the window, but he refuses to show the Joker any fear. He knew his brother wouldn't kill him. "J, you better get that fucking gun off me," he lowly warns.
"Or fucking what?!" The Joker shouts as he presses it even harder against Jester's temple.
Then, in a flash, Jester's fist made contact with the Joker's jaw. His gun hit the floor board in the back seat and went off. In the front both Frost and Ace duck. Before the Joker could pull another weapon, Jester's fingers went around his throat and squeezed.
