The Joker

In a luxurious, spacious room, there was only one light that illuminated everything that came from a fireplace, with the song, Stand By Me - Ben E. King, that rang through the room.

In the middle of the room were two people dancing, a well-groomed man with white-faced green hair and red lips wearing a fancy black jacket, and his dance partner, had a handsome pale face almost white, wore a red and black Harlequin costume , the two of them danced with a smile on their faces.

"You dance so well, PUDDIN. Where did you learn? "Harley asked, tilting his head to the side.

"On a TV show while I was thinking of what to do with you in Arkham after you tortured him." That was true, as he rummaged through the memories he discovered that the joker was a genius who just looked and learned how to do things.

"Awnnn, I won a masseur and still came a bonus dancer. I'm such a lucky woman. "Harley spoke with a s.e.xy smile.

"Yes, you are, my dear." He did not know why, but the longer he stayed with her the more he liked her and his madness.

"Hmmm, I do not know what has changed in you, but I like it," Harley says, he started to sweat cold, he was lucky to have taken the body the day the joker threw it into the acidic barrel.

She was already crazy and she was even crazier after the acid, but she was not yet verbally and physically abused by the joker, and as he did not abuse her and was affectionate she was different from the stories.

Joker moves away from her as she walks from shore to a red curtain looking at her beloved, who had a curious look he says.

"You're so lucky that you did not just get a hard-working masseuse and a talented dancer, you also gained an artist."

He opens the curtain and reveals an old man in a bloodstained white suit, gagged and chained, that surprised Harley.

"What do you say? Did not you like it? "Joker smiled as he stared at her curiously for his ration.

He was curious to know if she was equal in the original stories or by treating her differently her personality had changed.

"What a beautiful job, PUDDIN, all your work is beautiful," Harley said as he clapped his hands.

One thing was just like the original stories, she would do anything for the joker and now for him.

"That's just a rough draft, the artwork we're going to do together darling."

"Really?" Harley looked like he was about to cry with joy.

"Yes, our friend here is don falcone," Joker said as he tapped the old man's face.

Falcone looked breathless and had a look of fear.

"Really, really?" It seemed like she was still getting used to her new criminal life (villain).

"Really, really. I could not help but share this moment with my inspiration. Could you? "Joker had a charming smile as he looked at her.

"Awnnn, did you hear that, little hawk? I'm the luckiest person in the world do not you think? What are the chances of that? "After seeing the beautiful smile of his, she began to jump for joy.

"Do not call her," the Joker whispered, turning his index finger in his own head, indicating that Harley was crazy.

Anguish took over falcone.

"Honey, you want the honors to start," said the joker as he took a crowbar.

"Yes, yes, yes," said Harley as he jumped and screamed.

falcone was desperate and tried to let go.

"I mean a few words my friend" Joker takes off the falcon gag as he spoke.

"You are crazy! I will never let you escape, "Falcone said with a face of anguish.

"Ah, the sweet-sound of despair. I never tire of listening. I want it to be clear that it's nothing personal. "A chilling smile formed on the joker's face.

"If they kill me, they'll be signing a death sentence," says falcone apprehensive.

"Here you go, my dear," the joker handed the crowbar to her.

"I will not beg .... I will not" says falcone with watery eyes

"Legs?" Says Harley pointing the crowbar at his legs.

"Not. Have you seen the wheelchairs today? They're comfortable. "Joker said with a sadistic smile.

"Arms?" Suggests Harley.

"Um ... It would be a problem for him to go to the bathroom and spend the rest of his life wondering if he could have been a good writer. Interesting, but ... how's your back? "Joker points to a specific part.

"Column, ribs ... Internal bleeding ... Yeah, I think it'll give a good picture," Harley said with a smile.

Falcone does not give in and seems to accept his fate.

"Attention, audience, be quiet and please turn off the cellphones, for the show will begin!" Said the Joker as he watched Harley lift his crowbar and bring it down.

"Did I hear a crack?" Asks the Joker.

"I heard two," replies Harley, smiling.

"Two? Let's go again to clear the question. "

"You look right, my dear," says the Joker.

"Again! Again! "Said Harley, who was still beating quite enthusiastically.

"Hahahahhha," the joker laughed as he continued to see Harley beating his victim, she seemed out of control.

"God damn it, I seem to have overreacted," says Harley looking a little regretful.

Falcone was no longer moving, and he could see blood on the floor.

"That nothing, it was perfect dear, but you have to learn to control your madness otherwise it will control you"

"You're right, I'll handle madness," Harley said, dropping his crowbar and grabbing the joker.

The couple watches the body as if enjoying a work of art.

Even the joker with a perverted smile, drag the Harley and throw it on a couch and start taking off his clothes.