《What A Clown...》6] That Was Close...Too Close.
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He looked down a bit and up again. Thats when I realized how close we were. He looked at my eyes and Smirked. "Well Im not sure, old and Mister are the right words for you." He teased.
Shit.
My secret's gonna get discovered by a stupid clown...If it wasn't for that miracle god sent me.
The gun hit so hard It nearly nocked me out without touching me. "Holy Crap Jason Thank God or My Friend Down below or who ever brought you back from the dead that you came." I muttered lowly under by breath.
I looked down at the unconscious joker and let out a sigh of relief. That was close...too close. Close enough to feel my certain female features that I hope doesn't make him realize I was a girl.
That would ruin everything. I don't care what he does, I have seen how he treats the female villains here and takes them as a bigger joke than himself.
I want him to see me as a challenge. And then when I beat his ass right before I kill him, maybe i will take my mask off.
"What do you want me to do with him Boss?" He asked and So many bloody things passed my mind I laughed. Yeah that freaked out Jason.
"Quickly get the needle and inject him, then We hang him in the middle of My Maze." I said and he sprang away. I kneeled down next to him and checked to see if he was alive and sure enough he was.
I would have gotten really mad if he died. I mean imagine how much fun I can have with him!?! God damn it, I sound like him talking to Batman.
Jason came back with the needle and stabbed him in the neck. "Okay so how many boys are still alive?" I asked and he looked around. "Uh...3" he said and My Eyes Widened.
"How many did he kill?" I said and he started counting. "17..." He said and I chuckled. "Well I guess I can say they Died Happy." I said and started laughing.
"Uh sir, I don't think that was such a great way to die." He said and the other two guys came and looked at the joker with wide eyes. They wanted to say something but I stopped them. "Take him to My Maze and Hang Him." I said.
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Once they left I continued with Jason. "Well they died smiling, thats way way way better than what you saw the other day." I taunted and he gave a weak smile.
"I Think being made into grated cheese was worse than a slight smile." I said and laughed to my self as he swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.
"Yes Sir"
If the joker has even the slightest thought that I am female I need to crush it. So maybe he thinks Im a girl but He isnt sure because I was all covered up.
"Mike!" I yelled and heard a crash of glass. I smiled at who got scared and dropped the glass. I heard hurried footsteps go up the stairs and then they stopped outside my door.
"Have you caught your breath yet?" I said and then a muffled curse was heard. "Yes sir, you called me?" He said trying to hide his heavy breath.
"Come in I need to talk to you." I said and heard a quick prayer and then the door opened. "Yes Sir" he said and I stood up. The only light in the office was the desk lamp.
He stood there as I walked up to him. "How tall are you?" I asked him and he gulped down. "Uh, 5'11" he said and I nodded. "Okay so here is the thing, joker is down there." I said and he just stood there.
I walked behind him and started pacing. "I need to go into the city for business reasons and cannot attend him my self. The thing is he nows he can mess with you guys but not me so I need you to put one of my masks on and pretend to be me."
I said and I saw him tense up. "Sir I think we both know I could never-" he started and I stopped him. "Thats why I said Pretend."
I opened one of my desk drawers and gave it to him.
"You have been working for me for a few years now, you now what I would do. Don't let him escape, kill you, or mess with you. And Don't Kill Him." I said and handed him the mask.
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He looked at me for a few seconds then at the mask and nodded. "Yes Sir, Whatever You Say Sir." He said and I dismissed him.
I pressed the button on my desk and spoke into it. "Jason when and Where do I meet Mr. Wayne?" I said.
"8:30 pm at Bruce Wayne's Manor" He said, "Do you have the Stuff Ready?" I asked him. "Of Course Sir" he said and I Smiled.
"Perfect"
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(Joker's POV)
I woke up with a pounding in my head. I opened my eyes and saw that mask stare back at me.
Upside down.
"Im a bat" I said and started giggling to my self. "Hey do you think Batsy wakes up like this every morning?...Or is it evening?" I asked and laughed again.
"Shut up joker!" He snapped. I raised my eyebrows at him. His voice is more shaky...a Little bit lower. I scoffed and started laughing again. Getting on the persons nerves.
"What did you do to Jonathan?" He said and I laughed. "Oh well we played a little game. I ask a question he stays quiet. I make my self laugh and ask him again, he answers. Really simple." I said and smiled swinging a bit back and forth.
He stood there and glanced around the room. "How do you feel that most of your men are dead?" I asked and his gaze changed back to me. "They died a happy way...smiling." I said and cackled.
He walked up to me and kicked me. I swung back and forth laughing and he kept kicking me. "That all you got bozo?" I taunted.
He took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He started punching me in the stomach but I just kept on laughing. "Wow you're really strong for a woman." I said and his eyes turned into anger again.
I finally got my blade out and picked the lock on my wrists. His left arm was really good even after I supposedly shot it. "We will see who is the woman tomorrow evening." He said turning around.
"What happened to your uh, arm?" I said reaching up to my ankles.
"What do you mean, my arm is fine." He said and I smiled. Idiot. He thinks he can fool The Joker.
"Outside I shot your ah, arm remember Mr. V?" I said and unlocked the cuffs. I grabbed onto the chain so I didn't fall down with a thud. I stood up and walked behind him quietly.
"Uh...um I wrapped it up." He said. Nice try...the 'guy' I saw before didn't stutter or hesitate.
I got my blade and put it to his throat. He grasped onto my arms trying to pull them off but failed. This guy is more like the mafia guys I know.
"Were is your uh, boss?" I whispered. I dragged him back to were I was hanging and got a cuff. "H-he went out on a trip." He stuttered. "With Who?" I said digging the blade and licking my lips.
"WHO!?!" I yelled and he winced. "I Don't Know!" He said And I rolled my eyes. Another stubborn one.
I cuffed him to the chains and took off the mask. I flipped my blade between my fingers and looked at him.
"Then tell me or Ill uh, play with ya." I said and he just looked down. I sighed and walked up to him putting my blade to his mouth.
"Do You Wanna Know How I got These Scars?"
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(Victory'sPOV)
"Thanks for the stuff Victor...Hope with this I can get the joker." He said and motioned them to carry the boxes.
"Have you thought about what I said?" I asked looking down at him slightly. He rubbed his neck a bit and looked at me. "Yeah, and I think Ill do it if you take over Gotham for me." He said and I smiled.
"Well then...Lets Get started." I said and pulled out my knife.
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