Jester stands in a second story window with his hands folded behind his back, staring out into the Gotham night.
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The night seemed so quiet to be one of bloodshed. For just two hours earlier Jester gave the word to Ace to take out the Sullivan family, and all of their damn Irish minions. They were to be hunted down like animals and exterminated, without a care, like roaches. By this nights end there would be no one left to tip off the O'Neary brothers in Ireland.
True, wiping out the Irish would cost the Joker to lose several million in revenues. However, under the circumstances, Jester knows his brother won't be too angry about it. If he could have been there, he would most likely do the same. Most likely way worse, like obliterating their entire blood lines by killing their wives and children. Jester would leave that call up to his brother. He's feels as though he's ordered enough killing for one night.
His inner doctor, with the need to preserve life, had become nothing more than a whisper. There was no room in the underworld for do-gooders and saints. Those types are only used and walked all over. And Jester is not going to accept such a fate. He was the Joker's identical twin that now owned half of the empire. You can't be kind or nice when you have a criminal empire under your thumb. So Jester was finding a way to roll with the punches.
Several hours later, near dawn, Jester can hear Ace coming in. Jester swirls the ice cubes in his glass of scotch and asks, "Is it done?"
Startled in the dark, Ace's hand automatically goes to his gun inside of his coat.
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He relaxes only when Jester flicks on a lamp to illuminate his pale skin. "Boss, you really shouldn't sit-in the dark like that. I almost drew a gun on you."
Jester then noticed all the blood on Ace's clothes and hands. "Are you hurt?" He asks him.
Ace looks down at the blood on him, "No. None of this is me."
"Oh good. I'd hate to get you hurt. I wish I could have been there with you tonight," Jester sighs.
"It was too dangerous for you boss. And, I want to clarify that that's not because you can't handle it. It's just what Mr. J would do in the same situation. Plus, you don't want to know what he would do to me if I let you be harmed. The wildest of imaginations can't even touch what would happen to me," Ace stresses.
