The Joker's New Pet

Okay so I don't have much time to update these days. And this chapter also sucks lol. But I will try to update whenever I can. And still any suggestions for future smut are welcomed. No smut in this chapter sorry :( but probably will be in next chapter lol

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Stacey’s little hands were sweating uncontrollably. The Joker held his large hands firmly over her dainty fingers, making sure she kept a firm grip on the small handgun. He could feel her entire little body shaking from nerves. Perhaps this was a bad idea.

“Stacey,” the Joker coed in her ear. “Relax darling. The gun’s not gonna turn around and shoot you in the face ya know.”

“But, d-daddy J,” Stacey stuttered. “W-what if I shoot Stanley?”

“Well that’s the whole point in me helping you sweetie pie. We’re gonna make sure you don’t,” said the Joker.

“I-I think this is a bad idea,” Stacey’s voice shook.

“I agree,” Stanley suddenly chimed loudly from a few feet away.

“Shut up Stanley. No one’s talking to you,” the Joker snapped.

“Sir please, can’t we just hang the target on a tree or something?” Stanley asked uneasily.

“No,” snapped the Joker. “This is a far better way to practice. See, she’ll be so concerned with not hitting you that it should help her focus on her target.”

The Joker was outside on the estate’s massive lawn teaching Stacey how to shoot a gun. Stanley still wasn’t on the Joker’s good side. He was still the newest of the bunch and there were already several incidents where he had greatly annoyed the Joker. Being late to meetings, the infamous mall incident where the Joker had to teach him some manners, and of course the obvious wolf eye he gave Stacey every time he saw her walk by. He was going to have to prove himself if he wanted to continue being one of the Joker’s cronies.

And the Joker had many creative ways to make his personal soldiers prove themselves to him. He made Stanley stand in the grass holding a large bulletproof target in front of him. Luckily for Stanley, the target covered his whole torso. But if Stacey missed the target she could very well shoot him in the head or one of his legs, or possibly shoot off a finger since the Joker made him hold it with his bare hands. The only plus side, Stanley thought to himself, was that at least she couldn’t shoot him in the crotch.

“I-I don’t think I can do this,” Stacey stuttered.

“Of course you can,” the Joker said gently. With his hands still clasped over hers he guided her arms up further and helped her aim right for the middle of the target. He still felt her shaking, but he held her hands steady. “Just think about what a beautiful day it is outside and focus on the feeling of the sun warming your pretty skin.”

It was a beautiful day out. The sun was shining, the sky was an ocean blue and the weather was perfect which was somewhat unusual for Gotham. The Joker could see rain clouds gathering in the distance though and he knew that a storm was coming. He wanted to enjoy this weather with his little pet while he still had the chance, even if he usually preferred the night. For target practice the Joker allowed Stacey to dress casual for a change. She had on a normal white T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, and her blond hair was tied back into a bun.

“Now just relax. Take a deep breath and let daddy J help you,” he whispered in her ear. “See that target? Just focus right there in the middle, and gently pull the trigger. You’ll feel the power in the gun when the bullet shoots out of it. You’ll feel it jerk your hands back, but don’t panic. Just keep a very firm grip on the gun. Whatever you do, don’t let go of the gun. Always keep a firm grip on it and keep your hands steady,” he lectured.

Still holding her hands, Stacey pulled the trigger and Stanley let out a girlish yelp as he felt the impact of the bullet. It hit the middle of the target, barely scraping the bull’s-eye. “Very good little bunny!” the Joker said with enthusiasm.

Stacey breathed a sigh of relief, and so did Stanley. “Well, I don’t think I did much with you holding my hands.”

“Ready to try it by yourself?” The Joker asked with a grin. He would stay close to her to make sure she didn’t injure herself somehow.

“N-no.”

“Yes you are,” said the Joker. “I believe in you.”

Stacey gulped as the Joker continued to gently remind her to keep a very firm grip on the gun and to try and remain steady. She kept her eyes focused on the target and hesitated. She felt her hands shaking again, and Stanley felt himself going pale. He started shaking in rhythm along with Stacey and the Joker noticed this at once, even though Stanley was several feet away. “Stanley, hold the target still! Do you want to get your leg blown off?”

“No-no sir,” Stanley responded shakily.

“Then hold still! You’re shaking like a retard with Parkinson’s disease who just drank a gallon of caffeine!”

Stacey jumped at the Joker’s loud bellowing. She noted that there were times where he would talk so cruelly to his men. She hadn’t recalled him ever using such a horrible tone of voice with her. But she knew not to ask questions. Since the Joker had brainwashed her nicely, she knew that ‘Daddy J’ knew what was best.

Stacey, feeling like a frightened child, aimed reluctantly at the target. She was taking her time and the Joker was secretly growing a little impatient. He sighed. “Shoot darling!”

His sudden words, though gentle, caused Stacey to jump and pull the trigger. At that exact moment her aim was off, causing the bullet to barely scrape the edge of the target and rip right into Stanley’s good knee; the good knee being the one that the Joker hadn’t shot. The next thing Stacey saw was Stanley huddled on the ground holding his bleeding leg. Now it was Stacey’s turn to go pale. She felt an involuntary clench ‘down there,’ and the only thing that consumed her brain now, even above her concern for Stanley, was what the Joker was going to do to her for her horrible mistake.

But her own question was immediately answered when she heard the Joker burst into hysterical laughter beside her. He hooted and hollered like a drunken hyena as Stanley spluttered on the ground, grinding his teeth together in pain. “Well doll. Looks like I can’t let ya carry a gun by yourself anytime soon!” The Joker chuckled, and then erupted into another fit of violent laughter as if he had just witnessed the funniest event in history. Stacey flinched as he patted her rather roughly on the back.

The highly amused Joker strolled over to the wounded young man and stood above him. His laughter sounded quite sinister and it almost sent a chill up Stacey’s spine. And he continued to mock Stanley as he tried with all his might to keep his whimpers to a minimum. “I told ya to hold still,” the Joker snickered. “Well look on the bright side. At least now you’ll have a scar on both knees, so it wont look so awkward!” Then he burst into laughter again and reaching into the inside of his jacket he pulled out some medical bandage and tossed it on the ground next to Stanley, as if he kept it handy expecting something like this to happen. “Here. Be a man and quite your whimpering. I’ve seen far worse. Bandage it up, you’ll live,” he said nastily, his laughter suddenly coming to a halt.

“Y-yes boss,” Stanley wheezed and obediently grabbed the bandage and began unraveling it, his mannerisms similar to a beaten slave’s.

The Joker turned back to Stacey and grinned widely at her displaying his still slightly yellow teeth (that were slowly getting whiter after that little comment that Stacey had made.) He walked over to her and ruffled her hair. “Thanks for the laugh beautiful,” he chuckled.

Stacey still looked a bit ill. “Is he..?”

“He’s fine,” said the Joker tersely. “He needs to toughen up. We’re at war babe. At war with the system and when it all hits the fan my men need to be prepared.”

Stacey looked confused. “But….”

“All right doll, let’s go in the house. I have another surprise for you!” The Joker said excitedly, completely changing the subject. He turned her away from the wounded Stanley, not allowing her to look at him anymore, and then led her back inside.

*

Jim Gordon’s face held the expression of someone who had just returned from war. Completely broken. But despite the circumstances, he was still there that day with Gotham’s finest to ensure the safety of Mayor Garcia. That, and he had a dark feeling swirling in the pit of his stomach. He had a sudden case of dejavu as he saw the mayor take the microphone up in front of the press. Today they were having the grand opening of the new Gotham American History Museum, and reporters and civilians gathered around in front of the new building, flashing pictures of the mayor.

The Mayor was making a speech up on the podium. His words echoed in Gordon’s ears as if his voice was being carried over from another dimension and he was speaking in another language, because at the moment, Jim Gordon’s mind was off somewhere else. He knew that Mayor Garcia was saying something about the American spirit, and the fight against terrorism and something about what this new museum would represent, but his words didn’t become completely clear to Jim until he heard him say his own name.

“Commissioner James Gordon,” Mayor Garcia’s voice echoed across the crowd. “There is a man who is a true example of the American spirit. This brave man has recently been a victim of terrorism. We all pray that his beautiful daughter Stacey Gordon will soon be home safe. It’s already been a long and painful journey for the Commissioner and his family and he has expressed bravery like no other. Even under these unimaginable circumstances, he has chosen to show up to work today and ensure all of our safety. He is not only the commissioner of Gotham, but also a true friend of mine. Please, a round applause for Jim Gordon and his bravery.”

Everyone started to clap. Jim Gordon was near the podium off to the side. He made eye contact and nodded slightly at the Mayor, and expressed his very quiet and modest gratitude to the crowd. The Mayor then said a few kind words about the military. A group of army men were lined up in front of the museum behind the mayor. “And what opening of an American History museum would be complete without the very people who protect our country? Let’s hear it for our brave soldiers!” said the Mayor, and everyone clapped again. Jim Gordon looked around worriedly. The setting was just all too familiar for his taste. It was a little unnerving.

*

“Sh, sh,” The Joker playfully shushed Stacey and they both giggled quietly like children while they giddily trotted through the empty museum hand in hand. The bells on the end of Stacey’s jester hat jingled. She was all decked out in her harlequin outfit. “Oh little princess, this is going to be a fun day. Daddy has a surprise for you.”

“Really daddy?” Stacey batted her eyes and looked up innocently at her clown lover.

“Oh yes,” the Joker stopped and pulled her against his body then leaned down and kissed her passionately on her painted red lips. “Just call it…another late birthday present for my special baby girl. I sure do spoil you,” he snickered.

Stacey pulled away from him a little and looked around the large building in awe. She saw a large statue of Abraham Lincoln and pointed at it. “Wow daddy J, look at the size of that man statue!” She said in an innocent girlish voice.

The Joker chuckled. “Why yes, that is quite impressive. Too bad he wont be standing for long.”

Stacey looked up at him with a puzzled expression. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing baby-cakes, “ he tweaked her nose. “Now come along,” and he led her further down the aisles of exhibits.

Stacey looked around again and noticed some of the Joker’s men off in the corners, laying something down. “Daddy J, what are those guys doing?”

“Such a curious little bunny,” laughed the Joker. “They’re setting up fireworks honey. Another late birthday present for you. I wanted that to be another surprise, but you always have to be so nosey don’t you?”

“Fireworks on the inside?”

“Sh, sh,” the Joker quieted her. “That’s enough for now. We have some important things to do.”

*

Outside, the army men were raising the American flag in front of the building, and did a salute to fallen soldiers. When the flag reached the top of the pole, it took a second for people to notice that someone had drawn a big smiley face on it in bloody red paint. Many people gasped and a few women screamed. Jim Gordon was already reaching for his gun, but the group of supposed soldiers already swarmed Mayor Garcia before he could even turn his head and figure out what was going on. They yanked him away from the podium and one of the larger men held a gun to his head. A few other soldiers took hostages from the crowd, a few of them press and some regular civilians.

It was all happening so fast, the people didn’t have much time to react. No. How could this happen again? Could no one in this town be trusted? Not even the army? How could one man be this powerful? Jim Gordon’s mind went into panic mode as he watched hostages being taken by armed gunmen from all sides of the crowd. Even being a cop for many years and learning to keep a calm exterior couldn’t stop his heart from feeling like it would burst out of his chest whenever a situation like this would arise.

It wasn’t long before that all too familiar menacing voice reached Jim’s ears. That voice had always tugged at his nerves. “Good afternoon ladies and gentle-man,” The Joker’s amused voice echoed through the loud speakers causing even more terror to build in the crowd. “I know what you’re all thinking. Hasn’t he tried this before? Didn’t he already attempt to assassinate the mayor with a fake army of men in uniform? Is the old clown becoming predictable already? Boooring!” he snickered. Hushed frightened whispering rose across the mass of civilians.

“Well fear not folks. I can assure you that I am not here to kill your little old mayor. Not today anyway. I try not to do the same thing twice, because that would be rather dull wouldn’t it? So why did I decide to show up today you ask? Just to desecrate the flag that represents a country I despise? Oh no, no. To massacre a throng of civilians for my own amusement?” terrified gasps and whimpers erupted from the crowd. “Oh, no, no, no not today. Relax little civilians. Shush, shush, shush. I’m actually here on simple business today. And I’m not only here for me. I have someone very special with me here today and she just had a birthday. So what better place to have a birthday date other than the brand new museum? Oh speaking of which… Harley? Say hello to the nice people.”

“Hello!” A youthful female voice suddenly replaced the Joker’s deep sinister one.

Jim Gordon nearly fainted. “Stacey,” he whispered to himself under his breath.

“Um…daddy J? Who am I talking to?”

“Hush darling,” the Joker quieted her in a fatherly voice over the loud speakers. “Now go back over there and look at the pretty exhibits. I’ll join you in a minute and then I have a surprise for you.”

“Okay!” the bubbly female voice responded.

It was a few moments later when the Joker spoke again. “She’s adorable. She really is. I have no clue where she got her looks from. Was your wife Barb a beauty when she was a young chick Jim?” Jim Gordon felt his face turning red with fury. “Would you like to see your little girl again Jim? Oh I’m sorry. She’s my little girl now. But being the kindhearted gentleman that I am, I figured I’d let you two have one last visit before I take her away forever. Would you like to see your little girl one last time Jim?”

People glanced sympathetically in Jim’s direction. “Oh by the way I never said you had a choice in the matter,” the tone of the Joker’s voice changed dramatically. “I want Jim Gordon inside the building, alone and unarmed…or people will die. You have five minutes,” the Joker hung up the intercom on the other end. More sympathetic glances in Jim’s direction. Of course he knew what he had to do.

*

Outside the Museum doors, Jim hesitantly gave up his guns to his partner. “Be careful,” was all that his partner could say to him before Jim entered the building completely unarmed. Jim only nodded in response, a serious and worried expression glued to his face. When he entered the building, the Joker’s big burly men immediately closed the doors behind him and roughly patted him down for weapons. Then they began forcefully escorting him through the museum, gripping his arms hard. “I can walk on my own thank you,” Jim said irritably.

The men then very roughly shoved Jim forward, almost making him fall face first onto the floor. “Fine, then get movin’! Boss don’t have all day!” one of the large men grunted. Jim adjusted his Jacket and refrained from saying what was on his mind. He didn’t want to make the situation worse than it already was.

As he walked through the darkened museum, he almost felt like he was in a fog. He saw the Joker’s silhouette in the distance, standing in front of a statue reenactment of the Civil war. As he got closer to the madman Jim slowed his pace, being ever so cautious as he had no idea what the Joker had up his sleeve. He felt sweat developing on his forehead. His heart felt like a jackhammer. Where was his beloved daughter? The Joker’s deep menacing laugh began at a low chuckle. Then it rose to full on sinister laughter that echoed forebodingly across the museum hall.

When the Joker was a mere ten feet away, Jim stopped. The Joker continued to laugh as he watched the nervous commissioner approach him. Jim stared him down sternly like a cowboy at a high noon showdown. The tall clown casually leaned against the banister that separated him from the exhibit. He continued to laugh, low and evilly. “Well Joker?” said Jim, growing furiously impatient. “Where’s Stacey? Where is my daughter? I’m here. What do you want from me? You’ve already put me through hell. What more could you possibly get out of me?”

“Patience commissioner,” the Joker said in a mocking tone. “Oohhh Harrrleeey!” he called in a sing-song voice. “Come to daddy angel muffin!”

“Coming daddy J!” an excited female voice was heard. Jim felt his chest tighten. An acrobatic, childlike young woman skipped down the hall and launched herself into the Joker’s arms. Jim almost passed out at the sight of his daughter even though she was dressed like a clown. It had been so long since he had seen her. It felt like years.

Jim almost vomited right there as he watched the Joker give his daughter a big sloppy kiss on the lips. “Have you been a good little girl? Didn’t cause too much trouble in the museum did you? Didn’t break anything?”

“No sir,” said Stacey, shaking her head and causing the bells on her hat to jingle. “I’ve been good.”

“Good,” said the Joker. “Because daddy has a surprise for you. Look right over there baby.”

Stacey turned her head, but the large smile on her face was wiped clean when she saw her father standing a few yards away. Jim stared at her wide-eyed like he had seen a ghost. “Stacey…” it almost sounded like a sob.

Stacey’s reaction was not what Jim was expecting. She immediately buried her head into the Joker’s chest and began whimpering. “What is this?! Don’t let him near me! Please! Take me home!” Stacey panicked.

Jim’s fatherly instincts kicked in and he began moving towards his daughter to comfort her. “Stacey…”

“Atatata,” The Joker pulled out a gun and pointed it to Jim stopping him in his tracks. “Stay where you are scum. I won’t let you hurt this precious baby girl ever again,” he said firmly, his other hand holding Stacey’s head against his chest and stroking her hair. She continued to whimper like a helpless infant. “Sh, sh, sh. It’s okay baby, it’s okay. Daddy’s here. Sh, sh.”

“Don’t let him hurt me! Oh I can’t even look at him!” Cried Stacey.

“Stacey, what has he done to you?” Jim said softly. “He brain washed you. Stacey, he kidnapped you! He’s a terrorist! The whole city’s been searching for you for months!”

“Lies!” scoffed the Joker. “Don’t listen to him sweetie. He raised you on a sea of lies. He’s a very evil man.”

“Stacey don’t listen to him! I love you,” Jim cried. “ I don’t know what he’s done to you, but I wanna take you home where it’s safe.”

Stacey turned and looked at her father. The Joker scoffed again. “You’re one good liar I’ll give ya that commish. After raping your own daughter and letting the Batman take her right after you, you’re one brave son of a gun to try and fill her head with more lies! Safe? Ha!”

Jim’s mouth was agape. He couldn’t believe his ears. He was going to be sick again. “That’s what you told her? You…you sick fuck,” He couldn’t hold back his choice of words. “You god damned sick son of a bitch!”

“Language, language commissioner there’s a lady present!” scolded the Joker. “I think this poor girl deserves some revenge for what you’ve done to her. You ruined her life! When I found her she was beaten and broken the poor thing. I took her into my arms and comforted her. She was like a frightened little bunny huddled beneath a bush hiding from a pack of wolves. I saved her and brought her into my home. And I must say…I’ve grown quite fond of her.”

“You son of a bitch. If I was ten years younger….”

“Silence!” The Joker suddenly bellowed and shot his gun. Jim Gordon winced as he felt the bullet fly inches away from his head. The Joker took a few steps forward, dragging Stacey along with him. “Get on your knees,” he hissed, still pointing his gun at Jim. “Get on your knees and beg her for forgiveness.”

“You sick psychotic bastard, I never touched my daughter!”

“I said get on your knees and beg!” The Joker yelled and fired his gun dangerously close to where Jim was standing again. Jim furiously dropped to his knees and gave the Joker a look that could kill. The Joker felt Stacey’s grip on him tighten. She was clinging onto him for dear life. The Joker smiled smugly down on the commissioner. “That’s better. Now beg. Beg her to forgive you.”

Jim glared at him scornfully. “You sick bastard.”

“Alright still not cooperating I see,” said the Joker. “That’s a shame. I wanted ‘I’m sorry’ to be the last words she heard out of your mouth. Oh well. Guess you’ll just have to die with your daughter still seeing you as the scum that you are. Speaking of which. Stacey? I’m sorry, I mean Harley. Why don’t you do the honors my love? This is my late birthday gift to you. Revenge.”

The Joker gently tugged Stacey in front of him and handed her the gun. He gently lifted her shaky arms up and helped her point the gun at Jim Gordon. “Now baby doll, tell him how you really feel,” said the Joker.

“Stacey…” Jim said softly. He could see the conflict in her blue eyes. “Lower the gun sweetheart.”

“Go on my little harlequin. Pull the trigger. Just like Daddy J taught you. And then all that pain will be taken away,” the Joker whispered in her ear. She still pointed the gun shakily at her father.

“Stacey,” Said Jim, tears beginning to well in his eyes. “I love you. Drop the gun sweetheart.”

“Shoot Stacey. Don’t listen to him,” hissed the Joker.

“If you love me why did you do all those awful things to me then?” Stacey asked, tears beginning to develop in her eyes as well.

“Those are lies Stacey. I’d never hurt you. I’ve been pulling my hair out searching for you, for months,” said Jim, his tears now dripping down his face. “Your mother misses you so much. So does your little brother and sister. We’ve been so worried. Can’t sleep, can’t eat. Your mother has lost ten pounds. Normally she’d be thrilled by that,” Jim laughed a little. “She’s always complaining about her weight. But you know how she is don’t you? She misses you so much, your poor mother. We love you sweetheart.”

“Oh my aching heart,” the Joker sneered and made a gagging reflex. “He is a trained liar sweetie. All cops are. Pull the trigger.”

As Stacey unsteadily pointed to gun at her fathers tear streaked face, a spark of memory flashed through her mind again. She was five years old and sitting on a desk in a police station. A younger looking Jim Gordon smiled down at her. He took off his hat and placed it on her head. The hat was much too large for her. The younger Jim Gordon chuckled. “This is where daddy works sweetheart.”

Stacey shook off that memory and lowered the gun. I…I can’t do it,” She choked up a sob and her tears ran down her face causing her makeup to run off. I c-can’t. No matter what he’s done I can’t shoot my own father.”

The Joker sighed heavily, biting his tongue. Jim breathed a sigh of relief. “Aw sweetie, it’s okay. I understand. You’ve never shot anyone before,” the Joker comforted her as she began crying into his chest, her white makeup running off onto his shirt. “It’s okay darling. Daddy J will do it for you.”

The Joker gently took the gun from her and pointed it at Jim again. “You can thank me later.”

Jim’s heart sank to his stomach and his life flashed before his eyes. But no bullet came, for his daughter leapt in front of him, shielding him from the Joker’s gun. “Harley…” The Joker said in a warning tone. “Stacey. Get out of the way turtle dove.”

“No daddy J don’t! You can’t shoot my father! Please…” Stacey begged.

“Stacey,” the Joker warned with his voice again. “Move out of the way. You have on the count of three. One…”

“No daddy J. Please…please,” Stacey chocked, tears still streaking her makeup.

“Two,” said the Joker.

“Please don’t.”

“Two and a half,” the Joker said irritably. Stacey still did not move. “Three!” The Joker stomped forward and ripped Stacey out of the way.

“Nooo, please, please don’t!” Stacey grabbed at his arm, trying to pull his aim away from Jim.

“Stacey,” the Joker warned again. “Let go of my arm. Now.”

Stacey launched herself into his arms, and buried her face into his chest again. She was becoming hysterical. “Please don’t. Please. He’s still my father,” She sobbed.

The Joker growled. Jack was being annoying again, nagging him in the back of his brain. The Joker roared and the next thing Stacey heard while having her face buried into his jacket was a gunshot. “No!” She sobbed.

“Get out of here,” the Joker hissed at Jim. When Stacey looked over, her father was still alive and unharmed. The Joker had merely shot the gun into the air out of frustration. “Get out of my sight. Go home. I have no gain in killing you anyway. You’re far more fun to torment alive.” Jim looked at him dumfounded. “What are you waiting for? An escort? Go on, go home!”

Jim shakily stood on his feet. “Get out of the building. Go home and tell Barb about seeing your newly transformed little girl today. It’ll probably be the last time you see her,” hissed the Joker. “Oh and one more thing. “Ya might wanna evacuate the premises. I’d still like to end this day with a bang if ya know what I mean.”

*

When Jim exited the building unharmed, a lot of the armed gunmen had already left for their getaway vehicles. Jim immediately had the cops evacuate the area. Up on the top of the building, a helicopter was landing. But it wasn’t from the police force. The Joker with Stacey in tow boarded the helicopter and it took off with lightening speed. Unbelievable. Jim stood there feeling completely helpless. He had never been so frustrated in his life. How could one man have so much influence and be so powerful? He was like a cartoon super villain! Was Gotham really this easily taken over? Was it that easy for one man to have an entire city by its balls?

As Jim watched the helicopter depart, he felt completely useless. He couldn’t even trust half the police force in this town or even the military. His daughter was right in his reach, and still he had failed to rescue her. Where was the Batman anyway? Did bats really hate the sunlight that much?

Little did Jim know that a certain Billionaire wasn’t too far away, eyeing the helicopter like a hawk with special high tech binoculars. He would have to follow it somehow.

*

“Look at the view darling. Isn’t this amazing?” yelled the Joker over the loud noise of the helicopter. Stacey was clinging onto him, a little nervous since she hadn’t recalled ever riding in a helicopter before. “I hope you’re not afraid of heights baby doll. Just relax and enjoy the view. Come on now. Look down there. I wouldn’t want you to miss the fireworks.”

Stacey reluctantly looked down. There she could see thousands of civilians scattering away from the museum like ants. “Hm I hope those folks down there are far enough away. We wouldn’t want them to get burned when the show starts,” the Joker snickered. “And in three…two….one.”

The building violently exploded and was engulfed in flames. The explosion was so large that the smoke almost reached the helicopter. “Whoa!” yelled the Joker. “Did ya see that?! Amazing wasn’t it? Those have gotta be the most impressive fireworks I’ve seen in a while!” the Joker hooted and hollered in amusement. “I hope you enjoyed your show cutie. Wasn’t that entertaining?”

Stacey watched the flames down below and the antlike people still scattering away in fear. She didn’t say a word. “What’s the matter darling. Don’t you like fireworks?”

“Oh, yes. Yes daddy J of course.”

“You don’t seem very impressed. What’s wrong little bunny?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

**

Probably loaded with mistakes right? Let me know if it is. I don't have much time to read things over lol.