𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ( 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓙𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓻)

Daddys little monster.

Joker

The days without her were long and tiresome but they got easier as they progressed. He longed for another warm body to keep him comfortable in bed but no one lay beside him.

Crimson blood painted the walls, the smell made him sick but the sight made him smile. He had been on a mass killing spree to deal with his complex emotions.

Hundreds of lives lost all due to his selfish need to fulfill that never ending black hole that was in the middle of his chest. A hole that could only be filled by her.

Frost walked into the monstrosity, carcasses on the floor. The bodies melted into the floor boards a conque of slaughtered humans.

Frost walked in on Jokers masterpiece of murder, his eyes wide in awe. He was used to dead bodies but this shook him deep to his core.

Jokers vision was warped and his body felt like he had bricks tying him down to the bed he was positioned on. He felt possessed by a demon who wanted him to only feel pain and suffering.

In the slight corner of his eye he saw a shadow appear from doorway of the room. He sat up almost immediately expecting it to be death at his door.

But instead it was the traitor he had let back into his life for the purpose of ruining it. And he would eventually, when he had time to think of a plan.

" Are you ok sir? This isn't like you to kill a lot of innocent people with no meaning" Joker laughed at his statement, no one knew what he was capable of at his worst.

This was exactly like him, unstable and capable of maximum destruction, death and chaos. Two faced lying manipulative humans. Who would turn on each other in the right circumstances, he was just above them mentally he had the guts to kill.

" You clearly don't know me then Frost, for all of the 10 years you have worked for me. You don't know what a monster I am, what demon lies underneath my fleshy skin."

Frost composed himself, he could feel the second tiking away before he passed out limp on the floor of Jokers bedroom.

Doing so would result in weakness, and he could never show weakness to Joker. Especially after he betrayed him and rescued Harley. Joker would eat him alive, or burn him alive either option seemed feasible.

" What's the plan boss" he asked a lump caught deep in his throat as he chocked down the reoccurring need to throw up his insides.

He menovered his body so he was no longer facing the mountain of bodies and the blood that was plastered across the walls. Certainly an image that would never leave his head.

" Let's go for a ride in the jet. I have someone to apologise to." He smiled wide, but not in a malicious way for once. More of an apologetic and forgiving way if that made any logical sense.

Joker took Frosts extended arm, and pulled Joker up from his sorrow. His body left an indent on the bed clear evidence that he had been in that position for longer than any human should be.

Joker hadn't left his room for weeks, to be completely honest he was surprised he was still breathing.

In those weeks he hadn't thought of food once, but his natural bodies cues were kicking in and he was ravenous.

Joker entered the jet, instantly he was greeted by his men. " Great to have you back boss." It was always the same shitty greeting one he couldn't bear to hear anymore.

" I swear to you Frost if one more of those clones tells me how great it is too see me I'll feed him to the sharks below." Frost chuckled feeling some sort of normality.