Chapter 18 (Joker's POV)

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I had not long heard of what Clark had done to my daughter; he hit her! Does that little twat think he can get away with this, because I will make it clear no one would be able to get away with something like this as long I have something to say about it. I had heard through my men that I had pick up Harmony and Dick, as their high school and college were a distance away from the apartment block. 

I also got told that Dick had also seen it all, and he was noble; he defended Harmony. Though it started a fight, I say good on him. I admit I had my doubts about the boy, but now most of them were gone. The boy certainly proved himself worthy in my book. 

"Huh, where am I?" Clark was beginning to wake up, just as I was sorting out a fun 'activity' for us, so to shush him up, I stuffed a rag into his mouth. Just ignore him for a minute, while I explain where we were and what I was up to.

Let me explain, I thought the boy could use a bit of punishing, or as my own father used to say, he should take his medicine. I've said it before and I'll say it again, because no one, and I mean NO ONE messed with my daughter. I was about to send a message to the whole of Gotham, that 'if you mess with Harmony Napier, then you mess with The Joker'; I was going to make the message in the very same place I was made: Ace chemicals. I thought it fit very well, and I proceed with my plan. 

An idea came to me that it would be ironic if I were to torture the boy as he had done to my little girl; I used varied ways of torture, including my personal favourite twisting a knife in certain parts to see which area would hurt the most (the shoulder blade proved the most painful for most of my victims). Though he acted tough and seemed it, Clark didn't last very long; it didn't take long for him to be crying and begging me to stop. He certainly was a wuss when it came to this sort of thing. If you can't take what you do to others, then you shouldn't do it.  

He was basically broken, and as part of my message I thought I should kill the horrible bastard. I used my trademark killer joke: the Joker Toxin. It would be obvious to who caused it and would certainly get my message out there. Harmony would be free of his horrid ways. 

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