Frown | A Joker Leto Fanfiction | SEQUEL TO 'SMILE' | {BWWM}

T W E N T Y

~ Coup De Grâce, P. I ~
~ day 38 ~
• J A M E S •

"Tonight's the night, yeah?" Ashton asks, watching me from the couch as I check my appearance in the small mirror by the door. I glance at him, Harley sunken into the couch next to him giving him a short nod.

"I'm going to dinner with Mercy and while I'm with her, Harley is going to drop off the package," I start explaining the plan and Harley sits up, listening a little more intently at the mention of her name.

"Then, the real fun begins," she sings, leaning forward and plucking the neatly tied bow that was wrapped around the small package. The grin on her face was triumphant, proud. She knew just how much chaos that this tiny package was going to cause in both Cheyenne and Joker's life. It would destroy the bond that Cheyenne built with these people, making it easier to ultimately destroy their lives. Harley would be able to destroy what Joker grew to value most.

No one knew what exactly she aimed to gain from this, but I spent more than enough time speculating that she felt as though he wasn't allowed to love someone more than he loved her once. Even though she was far past moved on, she wasn't as moved on as she let on. It seems she hoped that he'd chase after her like he used to. After seeing Cheyenne and Joker together so intimately, I doubt that Harley was even a thought in the back of his mind. I don't think she wants to believe that, though, and I wasn't going to be the one to break it to her.

As for me, I still wasn't positive about what I'd do with Cheyenne's newfound vulnerability. Ashton had ideas of killing her. An eye for an eye, he says. I wasn't sure I had the guts to murder anyone. I had suggested that we turn her back in to the police, considering she was a wanted criminal across the nation. They'd throw her in a jail cell in a hole and throw the key away, but I quickly realized that they tried that before and that didn't stop Joker. I knew better than to even think about suggesting the possibility of killing Joker to Harley. I'd have my head torn off before I could even get the words out. Besides, I'm convinced he may be invincible.

"You sure you'll be able to go through with it?" Ivy asks, glancing over shortly as she caresses a nearby plant. I watch as the plant seems to respond to her touch,  nuzzling into her hand as she awaits an answer.

"Sure," I shrug, turning to face the three of them. "This was the plan the whole time. Why wouldn't I be able to?"

"Well," Ivy hums, her expression showing doubt. "You've seemed to get quite close with this girl. It's only expected, I mean you've eaten her-"

"Okay, okay," I interrupt her, face burning red at what she was insinuating. "I understand all that. We got really close. So?"

"It's hard not to get attached to someone, even if it is fake," Ivy empathizes, stepping closer to me. "I know you've been to prison and you're hellbent on revenge and all, but you're not like Harley or I. You're not like Joker and Cheyenne or any of her crew. You've been to prison, but not for anything you've actually done. You're still innocent in a way. In a roundabout way of saying things, you're not heartless. Are you sure you won't fold under pressure when she gives you that look of hurt and disbelief?"

I'm stunned to silence, never thinking of how this might feel. I'm just now realizing I've never had to break up with anyone. Besides Cheyenne and Scarlett, I've never liked anyone the way I like Mercy. My mind tracks back to the heartbreak I felt when she denied my proposal to escape. The hurt wasn't unbearable but it was enough. Enough to know that it was something I would've rather not ever felt. Mercy would be feeling this times 10.

Ivy must be able to see the blank expression on my face and the conflict behind my eyes because she stands directly in front of me, in my field of view. "Come sit. Let me talk to you."