《What A Clown...》12]Don't Joke around with The Joker
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"Who the hell has absolutly NO history on record!?!" I asked throwing the papers down. I had a few newspapers and reports in many languages about the stuff she did but nothing from her past.
"Um...you." I heard and smiled. "I have a history...and its right on Gotham's Most Wanted list!" I said shooting the guy in the head. I pointed the gun at all of them.
"Anymore uh, comments?"
They shook their heads no and I looked down at the papers again. She couldn't have been all powerful out of now were unless she was from a rich family like Black Mask.
Maybe she had a different name before she became Mr. V, like how I was Red Hood all those years ago. All I know is she puts Al Capone to shame with her murders and deals.
She sure isn't in good terms with many American Mobs. Maybe Sal will consider my 'offer'.
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"So what Do you want to now about him?" He asked and I sauntered around him. "Do you know were he, uh came from?" I asked and he stared at me. "How is this gonna hel-" he started and took out my knife.
"We dont know at all, Swear that He trained the devil himself to make life our life impossible. We think he is crazy for wearing that medal mask all the time, trying to hide his face."
I smiled at the memory when the mask fell from her face. Her grayish eyes widened in terror and embarrasment.
"We think he was probably in the Italian or Mexican trade in his early years." He said and I pursed my lips and licked them.
"Why isn't he in good terms with all ya?" I asked a bit curious. "Well he is very rough when he sets his mind to something and isnt scared to get down and do the dirty work himself. That messed a lot of our business up and killed a lot of our connections and dealers. Enjoys the job to much and prefers the action over the cash." He said and I stopped in front of him.
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"That remind ya of someone?" I teased and he stared at me. I know he remembered all that burning cash.
"What else do ya know about him?" I asked and he gulped down a bit. "A few years ago he went mental with the organ trafficking guys...did so many bad things to them that the jury and judge looking at the case needed therapy for a few months."
"You might have met your match joker-" I growl escaped me as the thought of a girl being my 'match'. No one is a match for the joker.
"Ill leave for a few months or until you settle things with Mr. V, it wont be a good idea to be around when World War 3: Battle of The Loons starts." He said and I tossed my blade to my other hand walking closer to him.
"Think before ya speak, will ya sal?"
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I heard laughing and whooping down stairs and walked down. I walked out back and the smell of weed hit me harder than one of Batman's blows to my head.
I turned and saw a red dot lighted and walked towards it next to the tree. I saw a few of the temporary henchmen smoking.
"Were did you guys get this?" I asked. I know all the dealers in gotham are either gone or dead. They left when Sal spread the news Mistah V was in town, wimps.
"Some dude sold it to us a block away from here." I heard and walked closer and took the thing from his hand and threw it on he floor.
"What did he look like?" I asked rubbing the metal of my blade as he searched his memory.
"Uh...he was almost as tall as you, had like Grayish eyes and...and uh, I don't know his face was covered." He said and I heard a sound of breaking glass.
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"Ya freaking idiots." I hissed and stabbed the blade in his throat and yanked it out.
I stormed in and looked around at the henchmen. "What the Fucking hell was that!" I yelled and they scrambled around.
"Uh this broke threw the uh, window." One said holding up a long black box. I squinted at it and saw a fancy white J on it. "Oh for me?" I said sarcastically.
I went to the basement and he and two others followed me. I put the box in the chair and motioned them to it.
"Open It"
They looked at each other and walked to it. Taking lid of slowly and flinching as it slid off completely. He walked over to me and gave me the lid.
The inside had a white space with dark bold letters.
I cursedslightly as I looked over to the other two. One held a small white card and the other unwrapped some flower things from a white tissue. He sniffed them a bit and started smiling.
I started walking slowly towards him but stopped when He sniffed them a second time...then dropped to the floor.
I walked over to him confused and took the white card.
I looked down at the smiling corpse. What a lovely flower. "Get rid of the body and put the flowers in a vase." I said smiling giving the cards back.
This one and her gifts, puts Santa Clause to shame. "Ticks dead?" A henchmen asked confused. "Yeah and unless you wanna die because you sniffed my flowers like he did dont touch my stuff." I said and walked away.
Nickel walked by the body and saw the flowers and laughed. "Got a secret admirer huh boss, I knew Harley wasn't the one you had your eye o-" he fell dead to the ground before he could even finish.
"Don't Joke around with The Joker"
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