ANGLERFISH

11

(Joker's POV)

"Harley, come here!" I called the chick standing at the doors with the stretcher. "I need you to take this person to my room and inject them with some of your best sleeping meds, got it?" I showed her Kiara who was sleeping in my arms. "Y-Yes, but who is this—oh? A girl prisoner?" She poked her cheek.

"She won't be a prisoner, she will be my sidekick, but anyway, I have to—uh go to her house and get her things, so here." I carefully placed her on the stretcher and kissed her cheek, "I'll be back, princess." I whispered in her ear as I brushed her cheek. "Now, go before anyone sees you!" I clapped my hands as I looked at Harley. "On it!" She laughed as she began running back while my thugs followed behind her.

I closed the door again and sat in front of my thugs, "Give me your cell phone." I said to a goon, having my hand out to him. He placed it in my hand and I began placing my trusted hacker's number. It rang and rang until I heard his little murmuring on the other side, "Joker! My man, how are ya!" He exclaimed, I vomited in my mouth at his joyful soul, "I'm fine, Calvin. Uh—listen I need you to do a little something for me, huh?"

"Sure, anything for yous, as long as it's not killing myself, that's for sure." He laughed nervously. "I need you to do a little background check for me." I said as I examined my knife. "Another poor victim, Joker?" He asked as I heard the clicking of his computer. "No—her name is Kiara Wayne, I need to know everything—friends, family, school information, every little detail." I grinned.

"Whoa, who is this girl? She seems to be your new obsession!" He laughed. I grinded my teeth, "She sure is, Cal." I said and rolled my eyes. "Okay, um—her parents are Jessica Darwin and Damon Wayne. Damon Wayne is Bruce Wayne's—dad's brother, who is—well, was Thomas Wayne." He whispered the last part, "I already knew this stuff, what else?" I laughed, "Uh—went to Dartmouth college for business, has no siblings, oh wait—" He paused.

"What! What is it?" I got worried, which always leads to me getting mad, "It says here that her parents abandoned her at age 7, poor girl." What? She seemed to have the perfect life, but she has a very sad and horrible background. "—but, four years later died due to overdose, both were druggies." He added. "What else do you have, like what's her address?" I said as I grabbed a pen getting ready to write the address on my arm.

"Um, she lives on 28th street, black and red building, apartment 15, and that's about it?" He questioned, "What else is there? You're holding back, I can smell it!" I yelled into the mic as I heard him gasp. I hated when people lied to me, especially people who worked for me. "Well, I was just looking at her social circle and it seems that she has a boyfriend, his name's Bracken Campbell." He whispered.

Anger was bursting inside of me like a volcanic eruption and I began imagining all the different ways of killing this Bracken kid! My princess, having her hand in someone else's, no! I won't allow this! My blood was boiling, how could she let someone else touch her?

My anger was through the roof, and may I say I've never been this mad. It was almost an instinct that I threw my phone at the wall and shot it with my gun once it hit the floor.

"Everything okay, boss?" My driver said as he turned towards me, trembling, "Take me to this address before I cut your neck open."

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"Boss, we're here." The driver coughed, I got up and swung the door open. I stood in front of a red and black building, the windows were all staring at me, and I could tell there were people behind some of them, "Let's go." I pointed to the house as my men followed behind.

We entered the building and saw that there was a clerk, a young man with brown hair and blue eyes. He raised his hands as I walked towards him and smiled.