The Joker's New Pet

Ack ok half asleep so this is probably loaded with errors. As always I love my reviewers! Keep em coming! Muah!


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The Joker very carefully lifted the terrified weepy girl into his arms, and carried her down the hallway. She clung onto his shirt, and buried her head into his chest trembling like a traumatized puppy. “Sh, sh, sh, little bunny,” He continued to quiet her in an unusually gentle voice. One of his burley henchmen was standing in the hallway and at the sight of the Joker cradling Stacey in his arms and comforting her with gentle words, he shot the Joker a befuddled look.

At the sight of his large henchman, the tranquil look in the Joker’s pupils immediately disappeared, and he glared at the man with eyes like daggers. “What are you looking at?” he snapped.

The man’s demeanor switched from confused to nervous. “Na-nothing boss! Just wanted to let you know that we threw Doctor Crane out.” The man stuttered.

“Good,” The Joker grunted, licking his lips. He kept Stacey’s face pressed against his shirt. He knew that if she saw the large henchman she would most likely freak out in her drugged up state. “Now get out of my way.”

“Y-yes boss!” The Man peeped and trotted down the stairs out of the Joker’s path.

The Joker carried her back to his room and very gently laid her down on his bed. “Now you just lay here and rest,” he said softly.

When he pulled away from her for a moment, she grabbed onto his sleeve and pulled him back. “No! Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t…!”

“Sh, sh, sh,” He quieted the panicking girl. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere,” He whispered tenderly. He lied down next to her and cuddled against her, stroking her hair and whispering comforting words into her ear as if she were a frightened child. He ran his hands down her back and bottom. He felt her jerk when his hand reached her bottom, and then he recalled the damage he must have done to her poor backside.

A devious thought flashed across his mind about pounding her while she was in this drugged out state and wearing the Batman mask as he was doing it, making her believe that Batman was raping her. “No!” He abruptly yelled at himself, arguing with his own mind. “No, you’re not taking over,” He inadvertently groped Stacey’s bottom hard causing her to yelp. “Not this time.” He growled.

“Ah!” Stacey whined. The pain somehow felt enhanced in her condition. The Joker realized what he was doing, and immediately released his pressure.

“Sorry little bunny, sorry. Sh, sh. It’s okay,” he coed and stroked her little bottom lovingly. He pulled her tightly against his body and growled on the inside, suppressing another part of himself. He inwardly warned a certain personality that he better stay put for a little while.

**

Eight years Earlier…

The Joker and Croc had parked way up in the hills, overlooking the bright lights of Gotham. The Joker carelessly leaned against his car, enjoying a Cuban cigar with Croc. A Cuban cigar he had found in Paulie Torlini’s pocket. Normally, the Joker despised smoking. But this was a special occasion. He had spent the night scattering Paulie’s dismembered body parts around the city, and after all that work he felt he deserved to relax.

Plus, it was almost like he was smoking the blood of his enemy. And at that thought, the cigar tasted bittersweet. Already two down, one of them a mob man. And Jack, who now called himself the Joker, was far from finished. But the odds were stacked against him. The rest of his targets were all high-ranking mobsters, and a couple of them were in the police force. What the Joker was planning would have seemed psychotic to any rational human being.

But once a man has his entire world torn away from him and once he is stripped of all that he cares about, rationality tends to go out the door. Jack had been beaten down his entire life, and treated like a subhuman by people who were supposed to love him. Meeting Emma had been a turning point in his life, and his one last hope that the human race and life in general wasn’t all bad. But Jack was dealt a rotten hand in life. And that horrifying ordeal with losing Emma was the final push he needed to snap.

All he needed was a little push. But what he went through was more than a push. It was more like getting slammed in the face with a shovel. His entire world had been completely shattered in one night and he was transformed. He felt different. It had forced something out of him that was buried deep within him all along. The old Jack was rational and the old Jack had worries, fears and insecurities like everyone else. But the Joker? No. The Joker had none of those.

He almost felt like he had superhuman blood flowing through his veins. He felt powerful. Nothing could stop him now. He was a man without fear of pain, or death or loss. He had nothing to lose. He cared about so little now that even if he had a limb chopped off, he’d stare at it and laugh. He was only one man, but he would have this city by the balls. And then he’d proceed to rip its balls off. He snickered at the thought.

The Joker may have been a bloodthirsty, revenge driven maniac now, but he still realized what he was up against. He was one man who planned to go after the entire mob and the entire backstabbing police force. He couldn’t go charging in like Rambo. He had to plan it out very carefully. Now was the time to use his genius I.Q. He should have done this to begin with instead of biding by societies absurd rules, imprisoned by the government like all the other saps in this country.

He knew he was smart enough to pull this off, but he was still only one man. Well two. He now had Croc with him. Croc casually leaned against the vehicle next to the Joker and his massive weight almost put a dent in the car’s surface. Not that it mattered to the Joker. He didn’t use his own money to buy the thing anyway.

Croc’s enormous arms were crossed, and he stared out into the distance with his usual bitter scowl. He always seemed to have the same expression on his face. Even when he smiled, it still looked like he was scowling. And the Joker only recalled ever seeing him smile when he tossed him that wad of cash, or when he remembered him pummeling some troublemakers back at the club.

And tonight he had helped the Joker murder his own boss and mutilate his corpse. And he didn’t even flinch while he was doing it. In a manner of minutes the Joker had been able to persuade him into committing this heinous crime. “Croc,” The Joker broke the silence, in an eerily calm voice for someone who had just dismembered a body. “I want to thank you for your help tonight. I couldn’t help but notice how easy this was for you. This isn’t the first murder you’ve partook in is it?”

“Nope,” Croc grunted like it was no big deal.

“In fact, you’ve witnessed, or partook in many murders haven’t you?”

“Yep,” another nonchalant grunt. He continued to stare straight ahead into the lights of the city with a bitter lifeless expression.

“And you didn’t even think twice about helping me tonight? Weren’t you afraid you’d be sent back to Arkham?” The Joker asked.

“Don’t matter to Croc,” Croc grunted in his Neanderthal voice. “Been in and out of nut houses since I was a brat.”

The Joker tossed the cigar on the ground and stared out into the distance thoughtfully. “We never talked much when I worked at the club did we?” The Joker broke the silence again. The only time anyone ever really spoke to Croc, they usually only got quick one word answers. “So Croc. As you can probably tell since you’ve seen me last, I’ve had a pretty bad couple of months. So tell me, what’s your story hmm?”

Croc turned his head to the Joker and growled. “You wanna know why my face is like this?” He grunted. “Was born this way. Was found in a dumpster. Parents threw me away. Grew up in foster care. Other kids always adopted over me. Potential parents looked at me in disgust. Like I was a cockroach and they wanted to spray me with poison. Other kids scared of me. Called me names like creature from the black lagoon and scaly face.”

“One day a boy crushed up a bunch of bugs and stuffed them in my sandwich. I bit into it and got a mouth full of bug guts. The boy laughed. Said lizards were supposed to eat bugs. So one day I found some matches and lit him on fire. Was sent to the nut house and have been in and out ever since,” Croc rasped. “That what you wanted to know?” He growled like he was annoyed to even be asked such a question.

“Hey, hey relax big guy,” the Joker patted him on the arm. “I was just curious. Why did you help me kill old Paulie tonight anyway? Besides the money of course.”

“Needed the cash,” Croc grunted. “Also didn’t like his face.”

“Ah,” the Joker nodded thoughtfully. Croc was clearly insane. But wasn’t he just as insane now too? If so, how could he still be rational enough to notice Croc’s insanity? Oh well. That didn’t matter now. “So Croc my good man, where do you live?”

“Alleys, park benches, dumpsters, wherever I crash for the night,” he grumbled.

“You mean you’re homeless?” The Joker asked.

“Home is where I rest my ass,” Grunted Croc.

It made sense to the Joker. Of course he’d be homeless. He was an ex inmate released on parole. Whenever they released a ‘reformed’ inmate, they booted them out with nothing but the clothes on their back, and no possible chance of getting a decent job. Most of them became beggars on the streets, and many of them fell back into crime landing them right back in jail. The Joker partially wondered why they even bothered to release them in the first place.

“Well,” Said the Joker. “I need you to help me pull off a few more jobs and then I’ll help set ya up with a pad of your own.” Croc merely let out another apish grunt in response. “Don’t worry,” Said the Joker. “I’m a man of my word.”

**

It was another gloomy night in Gotham. The Joker was driving through the residential hills of the Palisades with Croc in the passenger seat. They weren’t very far away from Wayne Manor, and the Joker half expected to see the top of the colossal fortress even from a mile away. The Joker had a bad taste in his mouth at that thought.

Even though the Joker had never met the famous billionaire Bruce Wayne, the man irked him. Rumor had it that the billionaire playboy had temporarily left the country to go ‘find’ himself. The Joker could almost hurl at the image. Wayne’s idea of finding himself was obviously a luxury vacation around the world. That had to be what he was doing. Spoiled fuck. Meanwhile the ‘average’ folk were left in this hellhole of a city to kill each other just to get a decent meal.

Fighting back his repugnance at the whole wealthy community, the Joker pulled up in front of a nice looking two-story house on the north east side of the palisades. He glared at the cute little mailbox that read ‘The Mancini Residence.’ Full face of makeup on, and a wash in wash out green tint in his hair, the Joker readied his guns and exited the vehicle giving Croc the signal to follow him.

*

Inside the house, Nancy Mancini was doing the dishes in the kitchen while her two children, a boy of about ten and a girl of about seven, watched cartoons on T.V. They suddenly heard a loud banging on the door. “I’ll get it!” The little boy yelled before his mother could say anything. He trotted over to the door and happily flung it open, only to stare straight into a massive jean clad kneecap. The boy’s face went pale as his eyes wandered up to the enormous crusty face of a frightening looking man with a bad skin disease.

The man’s large lips contorted into what appeared to be a smile but could almost pass as a sneer. “Hi kid,” he grunted then reached down with a colossal hand and grabbed the boy by the shirt. He easily lifted him completely off the ground by the collar of his shirt and brought him up to his face. “Where’s pops?”

The boy almost wet himself and couldn’t even make out a stutter. His mother walked out into the living room, still drying off a dish. “Timmy who is it?” She gasped as those last words exited her mouth and dropped the plate on the floor causing it to shatter. The Little girl screamed at the sight of the big scary man, and Nancy Mancini backed away in panic. Thoughts raced through her head about wither or not to run for the phone and call the police, or run for one of the family’s many hidden firearms.

She didn’t have time to do either though, as she felt herself back into a warm tall figure that snaked his arms around her and grabbed her from behind. The Joker had come in through the back of the house, wanting to use Croc as a diversion first. He still didn’t trust Croc to use a gun though. “Atatata,” The Joker clicked his tongue in her ear.

She immediately started to struggle but he put a gun against her temple. “Now, now don’t panic,” The little girl continued to scream louder at the sight of the Joker holding a gun to her mom. “Shush, shush! Calm down baby girl, we’re not going to hurt mommy if everyone does what the big scary men say. Croc! Put down that boy will ya?”

Croc snorted and dropped the boy back on the couch next to his sister with a thump. The two children huddled together and the Joker slowly escorted the woman over to the couch and forced her to sit down next to her two kids. “What do you want? What’s going on? What’s my Husband done? Have they sent you? Please!” Nancy spluttered.

“Now, now, sh, sh, calm down,” The Joker quieted her. “We weren’t sent by your husband’s…friends,” The Joker quoted the word ‘friends’ with his fingers. “I’m here on my own…personal business. And I really could use your husband’s help. So where is hubby anyway?”

“Out having a drink with the boys,” Nancy answered in a shivering voice.

“Is that what they call it these days?” The Joker almost chuckled.

“Yes, I know what my husband does,” said Nancy. “But I know for a fact he’s only out drinking with the boys tonight. He said he’d be back soon.”

“Soon,” The Joker mimicked. “Well, I don’t have all night. So I’m afraid we’re going to have to take you and the kiddies for a little ride and hubby is just going to have to meet us somewhere.”

“No please! Not my children,” Nancy pleaded.

“Oh will you relax doll?” The Joker sighed exasperatedly. “Look, we aren’t part of the mob okay sweetheart? Everyone does what Mister J says and all will be swell. Now,” He clapped his hands together mock excitedly. “We have a cell phone here right?” No answer. He gave Nancy a hard glare. “Right?” He lowered his voice. Nancy nodded her head frantically. “Good,” Said the Joker, smiling. “We’ll just take that with us and give old hubby a call on the road.”

**

“Ey did ya see the look on that guy’s face when he realized we was gonna pop him?” A drunken Robbie Romano chuckled giddily as he and his comrade Alfonso shared a drink at a strip club. They were winding down after a ‘job’ that they had just pulled off that evening went fairly well.

Alfonso looked around and leaned into his friend. “Will you keep it down?” He whispered in an annoyed tone of voice. “You want the whole goddamn town to know what we do?”

Robbie chuckled and patted him on the arm. “Relax huh? No one can hear us over that trance shit they got blastin’. Anyway, ya ever see such a big guy suddenly turn into a cowering little bitch at the sight if a pistol?” Robbie mocked the man they had knocked off. “Oh no, please, please don’t kill me. I’ll have the cash, I’ll have the cash,” He copied the victim in a high-pitched voice. “Talk about a pussy. What a way to go. Listen if someone ever points a gun at my face, I’m going out like a man. None of this begging bullshit. I mean Jesus grow some balls. I swear anyone who tries to knock me off is gonna have to blast my corpse twice ya know what I mean?”

“Yeah, yeah now let’s talk about something else huh?” Alfonso said, looking around nervously. He had been holding his drink the whole time and hadn’t even started drinking it yet.

“Yeah speaking of which, that stalker son of a bitch hasn’t shown his face yet. Hadn’t gotten anything from him since that little…gift he left me. Fucking coward. I’ll bet as soon as he figured out who I was he went running off with his tail between his legs. Well he better stay away if he knows what’s good for him. No one messes with ‘hic’ Robbie Romano,” He took another swig of his drink before hiccupping again.

“Yeah, yeah just finish your drink so’s we can get out of here will ya?” Alfonso waved at him with his hand. “I got somewhere nice to take ya after this remember?”

“Ah yeah those broads you was telling me about. Well they better be worth it. Especially after this dump. I mean what is this a Tuesday night? Half the broads in here got stretch marks and ain’t any of em ever heard of a razor?” One of the strippers heard Robbie’s loud mouth and shot them a dirty look.

“Yeah, making friends wherever you go eh Robbie?” Said Alfonso. He pulled the drink out of Robbie’s hand before he could completely finish.

“Hey man!” Robbie started.

“Forget about it. They got more drinks where we’re going. The best liquor in town, guaranteed. Now get off your ass and let’s get out of here, before those beautiful dames I’m promising ya leave for the night.”

“Alright, alright, you said they was twins huh? What are their names? They got some exotic little act going on?”

“Their names are Pixie and Trixie now let’s go,” Alfonso said in an annoyed tone and yanked the tipsy Robbie out of his chair, forcing him to follow him out of the club.

*

“Ey Fonzo, where is this place you’re takin’ me huh? This don’t look like no upper class area ta me. You saying this place is walking distance?” Robbie pounded Alfonso with questions as they walked through the dark quiet streets of Gotham.

“Will you quit asking questions? Yes this place isn’t far from the club. It’s an underground place. Sort of secret. Not many people know about it,” Said Alfonso.

“Ah so they got some illegal shit going on. I like this already,” Robbie snickered. It was a chilly night out and they could see their breath in the air. Robbie who was still tipsy, had a bounce in his step. When they reached a dimly lit alleyway, Alfonso stopped and looked around. Robbie stared at him with a confused drunken look. “Hey man, why ya stoppin’? You lost?” He snickered.

Alfonso continued to look around as if waiting for someone to show up. “Hey man, I don’t see no broads yet! Come on man before my buzz where’s off! I’m already hard and I need some release!” Robbie yelled and his voice echoed through the alley. He laughed and wobbled around like an idiot, continuing to walk backwards and beckoning Alfonso to follow.

“Come on broads, come out come out wherever you are!” Robbie cupped his hands over his mouth and hollered then chuckled like an idiot. He wouldn’t be laughing for long. Out of the shadows, a tall figure swiftly appeared and wrapped a thin metal wire around Robbie’s neck putting an abrupt end to his chuckling. Robbie struggled and choked.

He tugged at the wire wrapped around his throat but the man behind him yanked on it even tighter. “Sorry to disappoint ya, but I’m no broad,” A low ominous voice whispered in Robbie’s ear.

Alfonso just stared blankly at the scene. The Joker emerged from the shadows, holding a metal wire around Robbie’s neck with one hand, and pulling out a gun with the other. He pointed the gun at Alfonso and motioned for him to walk in front of him. Alfonso nodded, behaving much more calmly than any ‘normal’ person would in such a situation. He was a mob man after all. The Joker yanked Robbie along with them and led Alfonso to a parked car further down the alley.

The Joker quickly ripped open the trunk and threw the drunken Robbie in then slammed it shut and locked it. He turned to Alfonso and pointed his gun at him once more. “Get in the car,” He ordered tersely. “In the driver’s seat.” Alfonso nodded without saying a word and hopped inside. The Joker made him drive because he didn’t trust taking his eyes off of him for a second.

Alfonso tried to keep his cool. But after they had been driving for quite sometime he couldn’t take it anymore. “Alright clown, where’s my family?” He asked firmly as the Joker held a gun pointed at him the whole time.

“Atatata. Don’t worry. Your family’s fine. I have a friend of mine looking after them. He’s not a very bright fellow but I gave him specific orders not to hurt the pretty lady or the wee ones. Now just keep quiet and drive,” The Joker ordered.

*

The Joker made Alfonso drive way into the hills above the city. Then he made him drive off the road onto the dirt and further into the trees. The road was bumpy, and they ran over some thick grass along the way. But Alfonso’s stomach was put at ease when he spotted his family up ahead huddled under a large oak tree. A large disturbing looking man with a skin disease hovered over them, along with a shorter fatter man and a fidgety bony looking man with straggly hair and wild eyes.

The Joker made Alfonso park the car facing away from the scene and they both got out. When Alfonso’s family spotted him, they immediately ran to him and crowded around him. He hugged them and the children mumbled ‘daddy!’ and his wife kissed him, tears streaming down her cheeks, just relieved to see her husband.

The Joker stomped by Croc. “In the trunk,” He grunted to Croc, and Croc knew what to do. The Joker walked up to Alfonso’s frightened kids. The family slowly turned to the Joker, now all staring at him quietly. “Hey kids, how ‘bout a magic trick?” The deranged looking clown asked the children while grinning ear to ear. He kneeled down in front of the kids then reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of cards.

As the Joker distracted the kids, Croc was at work behind his back, yanking Robbie Romano out of the trunk and throwing him down on the ground hard. “Now I’m gonna make these cards transform into lollipops!” The Joker waved the cards around in his hand as Robbie yelped and screamed in the background while Croc tossed him around and walloped him with his massive fists. The kids continued to stare at the Joker nervously as the man’s pained cries reached their ears.

The Joker bunched the cards up in his hand then said “Abra Cadabra!” He opened up his hand and two lollipops were now in place of the cards. He handed each of the kid’s a lollipop and patted them on the head. They still had traumatized expressions on their faces. The Joker stood up and the smile immediately wiped off his face as he glared at Alfonso. “Better make wifey and the tots sit in the car. This ain’t gonna be a pretty sight.” He told Alfonso.

Nancy Mancini and her children, all still sniffling and scared out of their wits, were forced to climb into the back seat of the car by the Joker. They huddled together and Nancy forced the kids to bury their heads under her arms, not wanting them to see or hear anything that went on outside the car. The Joker slammed the car door shut and pulled Alfonso along with him, holding a gun to his back. “Well Al old buddy, this isn’t gonna be a show for women or children, but it’s sure as hell a show I’m dying to see and I want you to watch it with me,” The Joker growled in an uncanny voice.

He forced Alfonso to stand beside Croc then he stood masterfully over Robbie, who was lying on the dirt floor already beaten to a bloody pulp. He coughed up blood and spit out a tooth in the process. The Joker glared down at him with all the malice that any mortal could ever possess. He kicked Robbie in the gut causing him to spit out more blood. “Fuck, what the fuck do you want?!” Robbie spluttered in a beaten down voice that almost sounded like a wail. He was almost about to burst into tears, still a tad tipsy and suddenly realizing that he feared death more than he had let on.

The Joker didn’t answer him, but instead turned to the other two men, the hairy beefy greasy looking man and the scrawny wild-eyed fellow with crooked yellow teeth and straggly hair. The skinny guy looked like he was about to have a seizure. He was extremely antsy and couldn’t stand still. “Come on man, let’s do it, let’s do it! Doitdoitdoit!” The man chanted.

“Croc what’s this guys problem?” The Joker asked with disgust.

“That’s Griffy. Speed freak. Wants to hurry up and get paid so he can get his fix.” Croc grunted. “Other guy’s name is Crush.”

“And I just want some fuckin’ beer,” The fatter guy grumbled. “Griffy calm down! Shit! We’ll get some snow as soon as this job’s done! Promise!” Griffy looked like he was about to explode. The Joker had asked Croc if he knew anyone who wanted a challenging job for the night. Croc knew Griffy and Crush from one of the parks he had slept at on occasion. They were also ex inmates recently released on parole and homeless junkies.

“Right,” The Joker gave them a funny look. He turned back to Robbie and spat at him. “Robbie, Robbie, Robbie Romano. So you like to rape men’s wives do ya? You enjoy raping Jack’s pretty little wife? Did Ya?! Huh?!” He kicked him again. “Well guess what. My friends here just got out of prison. Haven’t seen a woman in well over a year. Rimmed a couple of guys in jail that looked kinda like you. Ain’t that right fellas?”

“Oh yeah!” Said the fat man excitedly. “Had a girlfriend that looked a little like you honey. In fact he was even bigger than you. You’re much prettier,” He licked his hairy lips and Robbie glared up at him with revulsion.

“Oh no. Fuck no. Fuck this shit!” Despite his pain Robbie leapt up off of the ground, but the two men tackled him. Robbie fought them off with full force punching the tweaking skinny guy in the face. “You fucks ain’t gonna touch me, you hear me?!” A sudden threat to Robbie’s masculinity made him fight like a mad man.

The Joker sighed. “Croc. Take care of him will ya?”

Croc stomped over to Robbie and grabbed his arm. Then he twisted his arm with a ‘snap!’ Robbie almost fainted. “Aw, fuck, aw Christ!” He wailed and collapsed back on the ground. Croc had broken his right arm and it now dangled limply at his side.

“Heh,” Was all that escaped Croc’s lips.

“Oh yeah princess, come to papa!” The fat man slicked back his hair.

“Yeah, yeah let’s do it!” The drug addict chanted eagerly. They both leaned down and grabbed for Robbie’s pants.

“Fuck no, no!” He kicked at them weakly. “Jesus Christ just kill me! Aw fuck! I’d rather die! Fuckin’ just shoot me already!”

The Joker’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Oh I will be shooting you Robbie boy. But not without a little suffering first. Right now this is far more enjoyable than just capping ya in the head,” The Joker snickered.

The two ex inmates yanked his pants down and immediately started ravaging him. Robbie was in unbearable pain as he tried to fight them off with his broken arm. Then the two men took turns brutally raping him, and all that the Joker could think about, all Jack could think about, was how that wretched filth had done the same thing to his beautiful little wife. Now he was getting his revenge and it tasted bittersweet.

This was the only time the Joker would find watching a guy getting rimmed up the rear to be pleasant. Each time one of those creepy men ran his cock deeper into Robbie’s anus, and each time Robbie wailed, the Joker felt victory.

Alfonso turned away, but Croc immediately grabbed him and forced him to turn around. “Boss said he wanted ya to watch the show with him,” Croc grunted. Alfonso felt like he was going to hurl.

When the ex inmates were finished, Robbie lay lifelessly on the ground already having thrown up several times. He had clearly lost his breakfast, lunch AND dinner. He was bleeding out of his butt hole as the two junkies pulled their ratty pants back up.

The Joker walked back over to Robbie and stood menacingly above him. “Can we get paid now, can we, can we huh huh?!” The druggie chirped excitedly.

“Yeah where’s our cash? It better be a lot after that. Not that I haven’t rimmed guys before. But I swore that last dude in prison was gonna be my last,” Said the fat guy.

“Quiet! Give me a minute! I need to bask in the aftermath,” The Joker snickered. “You’ll get your cash. Don’t worry. For now just stand over there!” He ordered the two junkies.

The Joker leered back down at Robbie who was completely broken at his feet, his mouth bleeding as much as his anus. He was completely emasculated and it felt oh so sweet. He would probably never sit comfortably again. “Hmm, should I let you live with the guilt? Spend your life going to group therapy with other rape victims and crying on their shoulders? Let you live with that memory burned into your brain? Hmmm,” The Joker glared down at him thoughtfully with a smug expression.

“Nah,” With that he fired his gun into Robbie’s head and Robbie’s brain’s splattered across the dirt floor. Then the Joker kicked Robbie’s corpse angrily. “You feel that you fuck?! Did you feel that?!” He yelled at the dead man. He took out a knife then kneeled down and carved a smile into his face. Then he turned around and laughed like a maniac. He laughed like he had never laughed before. It was an unsettling laugh that echoed through the trees and echoed all the way over to the car where Alfonso’s family huddled together in fear not wanting to know what was going on outside. The laughter sent a chill up their spine.

The Joker laughed until he was out of breath, then collapsed on his knees, his back turned to the other men, gun still in his hand. His arms were shaking, and his laughing soon quieted down, turning into a weird uncanny giggle.

The other men looked at him for a moment, as the Joker sat on his knees in silence, head bowed. Alfonso walked up to him from behind. “You know, your hands always shake the first couple of times. But after a while it gets easier, and your hands get steady as a rock. Your heart’s always pumping a mile a minute sure. You always get that rush. But with experience your body gets used to it. That’s how I was at first. Now I’m always steady. Steady like a rock,” Alfonso spoke to him from behind.

The Joker immediately snapped out of it and twirled around, pointing his gun at Alfonso’s head. “And what are we going to do with you, hmm?” The Joker leered at him angrily. “You’re Joey’s little friend aintchya? That’s how I remember you Al old buddy. Remember you from the club. Always hung around that little prick didn’t ya?”

Alfonso put his hands up in defense. “Look Jack…”

“Joker,” The Joker corrected him sharply.

“Joker,” Alfonso continued. “Trust me on this. Believe me when I say I had nothing to do with your wife’s murder,” He turned his head in the direction of the car where his family was. “As you can see, I’m a family man myself. Now I’m no angel. Honestly I’m a downright scumbag. I’m a sleaze ball. And I’ve done my share of things I ain’t proud of. And when I die I’ll probably be goin’ ta hell. I may be a dirty rotten scumbag but there are a few things I wont do. One is, snort anything up my nose, and two is murder a woman or a child. I don’t murder dames Joker. And I would have never had any part in murdering your wife.”

“Such noble words to be coming out of a mobster’s mouth,” The Joker spat and licked his lips.

“Yes Joker, I am a mob man. And I’ll probably be in the mob until the day I die. I’ve been in it since I was thirteen. But I love my family and one of the reason’s I do what I do is for them. I can give them all they ever dreamed of. And I know why you’re doin’ what you’re doin’. If I was in your shoes I’d do the same thing trust me.” Alfonso spoke in a voice that sounded sincere. He stood there in his classy gray suit looking like he had just stepped out of the ‘Rat Pack.’

“Well then,” The Joker stomped closer. “Where is your little friend Joey then huh?”

“Now listen Joker,” Said Alfonso in his calm voice. “I hate that little prick probably almost as much as you do. Always did. Believe me when I say that if I didn’t have a family, I’d tell ya right where that little prick was right now. I’d even help ya go look for him. The prick deserves to die. I’ve been watching him pull his stunts for years. But see I can’t tell ya nothin’ because I can’t risk my family’s safety. Do you see? As someone who has suffered a loss, can you get where I’m coming from?”

The Joker only growled and grabbed Alfonso by the shirt. Alfonso winced as the Joker jabbed his gun into his temple. “Do you see Al old pal that I no longer care about anything other than collecting Joey’s balls in a jar?” He sneered. “Tell me where he is!”

“Look” Alfonso said trying to calm him down. “Please have a little compassion for my children. Joey is the son of a mob boss. A big mob boss. Messing directly with that family is instant death. Do you see? I can’t risk my kids. You can shoot me right here if you want too, but I ain’t tellin’ ya too much for my children’s sake. And I can see that you wouldn’t hurt a dame or a kid, am I right?”

The Joker pondered that thought for a moment and growled. “How do you know I wont?” He asked.

“Trust me,” Said Alfonso. “I can tell.”

“Do I have to start using torture techniques to get answers?!” The Joker yelled in his face.

“Alright, alright listen,” Said Alfonso. “I can actually point you in the right direction. In fact I’m eager to. I can give you some names of the people that can give you some info. And by all means use torture techniques! Go nuts! But just know what you’re up against. What you’re trying to do is suicide. Hell, you’ll already have a target on your back after this. You just killed a well known mobster you know that right?”

“Oooh I’m shaking in my boots,” The Joker mocked. “Where are these people who have info? I’d actually like to get started tonight if possible.”

Alfonso could almost smile at the guy’s lunacy. “You do realize you’re practically one man going against the entire mob right?”

“A buncha brainless drones against a certified genius,” The Joker snickered uncannily.

Alfonso couldn’t help but chuckle. “Confident I see. Good. So what do you intend to do? Torture and kill your way through Gotham’s entire underworld? Assassinate your way through the entire mob and kill the entire Biscotti family?”

“You read my mind,” The Joker said self-assuredly. “Yes. Yes I think that’s exactly what I’ll do.”

Alfonso smiled at him. He briefly reminded the Joker of Frank Sinatra. “Honestly Joker, I hope you succeed. I really do. I ain’t even yankin’ your chain.” The Joker licked his lips. For some reason he had a feeling that Alfonso Mancini was sincere. “Now listen. You promise to leave my family out of this whole mess, and I’ll help ya in anyway I can. I wont tell anyone about this incident here tonight, and I’ll give you the names of as many people I can think of who might have some info.”

“Now let’s write down this list shall we? I have a lot of errands to run,” Said the Joker.

“I’ll make up a list for you. Don’t show it to nobody,” Said Alfonso. “Once again I still have to remind you that this is most likely suicide. I understand where you’re coming from. And I have to say that ya got balls. But you’ve clearly turned into a certified nut-job.”

“Maybe I have,” said the Joker. “But I think I like it. I think I like it a lot.”

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Ok so I am beginning to write this epically long backstory for the Joker in my head. It's just too much fun to stop. I actually keep getting ideas flashing across my head about cool events that happened to him all the way up until before the beginning of the dark knight. Let me know if his backstory is boring you yet. Because I have a long way to go LOL. Oh and I named this chapter "Third Muder's a Charm" because well..it's the third person the Joker has killed so far. Duh LOL. R&R!