Paying a visit. {Summer}

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News spread quickly through Gotham's extensive underworld, through the darkest corners and through the most twisted people. Tonight was a night where silence fell upon the city, both in the wealthy districts, and the lower class neighbourhoods. Due to the errors of this wonderful city's District Attorney, one of the most dangerous men in the country was set free, for barely six hours prior to this little shindig...

The Joker was escorted out of Arkham Asylum. 

The news had been plastered across Television screens across Gotham for the past few weeks, a high alert citizen being released, not to mention the late night crime specials based on his crimes, playing on repeat. Of course, he wasn't allowed to watch such things in the asylum, nothing that would 'blow up his ego', or 'get the other inmates riled up'. A majority of the freaks locked in Arkham got all hot and bothered at the sight, sound of slightest inkling at anything violent. But hey, who was The Clown Prince to judge? He got off on beating someone to death with a cat once. 

That was a strange wedding. 

He had been released in clothing that obviously wasn't his best, nothing but a pair of purple pinstriped trousers, an orange button up shirt and a double breasted, dark purple longcoat. Generally, a showman such as himself would have instantaneously stopped at a clothing store, but that wasn't the case. Not this time. He was quite upset at the state of his city. Almost a year ago, he was taken into custody one of the most powerful men in Gotham, and today, he was released penniless, with no real men by his side except for 'Anthony', his driver, who was currently driving through the South End. He had made a stop at 'home', picked up a few weapons, namely a revolver and a few Switchblades, before stopping once more at 'The Stacked Deck', to employ two men, who were now sitting in the back. 

"Pull up here."

He ordered, a smirk slipping onto his face as he pointed his gloved hand to the sidewalk. Anthony, in turn, did as told and came to a halt. The Joker opened his passenger side door and hopped out of the car, before closing it and leaning down through the open window. His two goons in the back seat, young men, African American, cheap to employ. They wanted a rush. They wanted the 'good life' he'd pitched to them back at the stacked deck. Something that he and Anthony both knew wasn't true. Anthony was a rare one, knew how things worked. These two young hooligans probably wouldn't live to see their next birthdays, actually. 

"Listen Ants, turn off the car, don't leave it idling. Gas is money, and we don't have money. Nor do we have the gas. Which is an unfortunate cycle that will inevitably lead us up shit creek without a paddle."

The Clown informed his right hand man, who just smiled and nodded. The Joker retorted with a wide grin and a giggle, before standing up straight and knocking on the car's roof twice. The psychotic man walked around the car and entered the huge building before him. His two men followed without question. Upon entering the lobby, he managed a  wide smile at the posh interior before him. 

"Quaint."

He observed, approaching the elevator at the other end of the lobby, where two older individuals were standing in wait. The two goons walking to his side were smirking, readying their firearms, too which The Joker simply replied too with a snarl, which immediately forced them to holster said firearms. The elderly couple turned, only to lay eyes on the cheshire-like grin. Their eyes widened, and their jaws dropped as the elevator behind them opened. 

"Take the stairs."

The Ace of Knaves ordered. They instantly obeyed and the three men entered the elevator. He clicked the penthouse button and stood in wait, humming along to the monotonous elevator tunes. When they finally reached the top, the three men exited and approached the one, singular door before them. 

"Alrighty Tweedledee n' Tweedledum. You wait out here, stand watch, if anything comes through that elevator, blast it!"

The man beamed, letting out a quick burst of laughter, the two men turned away from the door in uncertainty. They were uncomfortable with his appearance, that much was obvious, they never really made eye contact, though it didn't bother him all that much, he found it quite amusing actually, he even kind've lavished in it. 

The Jester cleared his throat a few times, before knocking on the door in a 'shave and a haircut' tune. In the most feminine voice he could manage, which ended up sounding quite comical, he hollered through the large door. 

"Housekeeping!"

He forced himself not to laugh as he got into a sort of crouching tiger battle stance, that grin stretching from ear-to-ear as he stood in wait.

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Despite the heels she had chosen to wear that day, the young redhead insisted on the stairs this particular evening. After a long day at work and staying a little after in order to make preparations for tomorrow’s show, the young news anchor was ready to take a hot shower and then curl up with a book before turning in for the night. After climbing three flights of stairs, she turned down the hallway and started toward her appropriate room, relieved as the automatic lights flicked on after several seconds completely emerged in total darkness. Her heart rate returned back to normal quickly as the reassurance of the bright fluorescent lights bathed her hour-glass frame.

Not wasting the time to fumble with the keys to her apartment, she quickly pushed open the door of her sleek, modern-decorated apartment with ease. Her home was pristine, with not a couch pillow out of place. While it was composed of mutual colors, it had an obvious absence of a personal touch that most homes seemed to have which mostly resulted in the fact that Summer was rarely there. Having avoided staying cooped up inside at any chance she got, the redhead loathed coming home to a lonely, empty house. Many of her friends suggested she get a pet if she insisted on staying single, but Summer was not one to enjoy the company of animals nor did she had the time to particularly care for one.

She kicked off her shoes and set her various bags on the nearest seating arrangement with the plans of retrieving them later. There were still a couple of potential stories she had to look over before she called it a night. Yes, even though she was home from a full day of work she still was not content on calling it a night. The redhead headed directly toward the bathroom in order to run herself a bath, adding a great deal of bubbles and bath salts to the concoction before turning away and allowing the water to rise. Her next stop was the fridge, which was dreadfully empty as always – but Summer wasn’t hungry. In fact, she had struggled with her absence of appetite for the past few weeks now.

Instead, she grabbed a carton of orange juice and poured a glass, sipping it cautiously as she leaned against the cabinet, looking out at the beautiful view she had of the bustling city. It wasn’t until a sound from the origin of her front door was the redhead ripped from her thoughts, her head jerking toward the direction of the noise. Her heart pounded in her chest at the unfamiliar noise, but she had more than enough reasons to be paranoid. Without bothering to shut off the bath water that poured into her elite, corner tub, she started cautiously toward the door after setting her glass down on the counter. Convincing herself she was silly for being so overly paranoid, she moved toward the door assuming it was just one of her friends playing a trick on her.

The moment she opened the door, she froze and the smile was erased from her pretty face. Paralyzed with fear for a matter of moments, she quickly came to her senses and attempted to slam the door. Stumbling over herself, she raced to the counter to seize the sleek iPhone. Despite her trembling fingers she attempted to dial with little luck. The man standing in her doorway had caused her a great deal of pain, pain which she has just managed to leave behind her that was now being ripped open like a fresh wound at the mere sight of him. Summer felt faint, but attempted to compose herself as she pressed the phone to her ear.


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His eyes widened as the redhead opened her door, though the narrowed quite quickly. His head cocked ever so slightly and his lips peeled back unnaturally far, revealing his two rows of yellowing teeth and some healthy gums. A sick giggle escaped his throat, though an untrained ear might've mistaken it for simply a man, clearing his throat of phlegm.





"Little Pig, Little Pig, please let me come in...."



The door was slammed in his face instantly. How was one supposed to react to such a thing? A rude act such as this? Would you slam the door in your doctor's face whilst he was performing a house call? The Joker would certainly hope not, it was simply bad manners, and he soooo didn't like bad manners. The Clown raised a single gloved hand and shook it side to side, rolling his bright green eyes within their sockets. With his other hand, he reached down into the waistband of his trousers and pulled out the revolver.



"I'll take that as a 'No! Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!"



He exclaimed aloud, throwing a single foot out in front of him, and connecting with the wooden door. It blew off it's hinges quite easily, with the amount of force he pushed against it, and so, Joker entered her humble abode with a spring in his step, pushing the remainder of the door, which hung askew in the door frame out of his way.



"Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in."



He said simply, offering a smile too the girl, and nodding his head up and down. He observed as she dialled three numbers into her iPhone. The Harlequin of Hate began to shake his head, allowing himself to frown as he approached the girl, who was obviously in a state of alarm. Why, he wasn't certain, all he wouldn't to do was check in on an old friend, make sure everything was all hunky-doory. 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I expected better from a TV personality such as yourself Summer! I thought you would be a tremendous host! Perhaps offer me a cool beverage, tell me to make myself at home, you know what I'm talking about!"

Joker explained, waving his arms about to express himself visually as well. The pad was nice, he had to give her that, a little too nice though, she obviously wasn't a homebody. She seemed to constantly be out, probably chasing down another story or wandering into a madman's territory. He was getting tired of this routine though, the damsel in distress, the crying, the whining, the bitching. She wandered into his home, it was only fair he had the right to do the same thing. He was hospitable, it was only fair that she was as well. So, he took it upon himself to quit the game of Cat and Mouse. He casually strode across the apartment, and before she even knew it, he had plucked the phone right out of her hand and placed it against his ear.

"Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?"

"I'm having a major dilemma! I don't know whether to behead the red head, or toss her out of her own panoramic window."

He exclaimed, placing his fingers against his open mouth, and widening his eyes before Summer, as if to mime his own internal struggle. 

"Sir, is this a joke?"

"The Ginger in front of me is certainly hoping so!"

The Clown hollered, tossing the phone onto the floor, before smashing it with the heel of his shoe. He let out a cackle, before wiping away a single tear with his index finger and catching his breath, sometimes, he truly slay himself. The Joker caroused his way across the living room before parking his derrière on the couch and putting his feet up on the coffee table, revolver still in hand, he managed to widen his grin while peering at Summer.

"So, how's my favourite red-headed reporter doing?"

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“Pull yourself together. Call the police. It’s going to be okay. Come on…pick up.”
An imaginary and sharp pain surfaced from her upper thigh where the horrible brand he left her with after their last visit once was. While she was sure she was strong enough physically to survive another encounter with the man, the emotional toll from their original meeting was something she was only recently getting over. His eerily poem surfaced from the other side of the locked door a she tried to collect herself. With her stomach doing cartwheels and her mind clouded with disturbing images, she was finding it extremely difficult to calm down.

A scream peeled from her lips as her door was kicked open. The redhead whirled around so quickly that her scarlet waves nearly hit her in the face. Bright, green eyes wide, Summer pressed herself against the kitchen island as the phone continued to ring. The first thing she was able to notice other than the dreadfully familiar grin that seemed to be plastered to his white face was his height. The man towered over her. She swallowed, at an obvious loss for words as he recalled their past experience as if they had gone out for coffee and exchanged numbers or something. That certainly wasn’t how she recalled the experience.

“W-what?” She finally managed, only to realize that the operator had answered the phone and repeated her routine statement twice already. “Oh-Yes I” She began, only to have the phone unexpectedly seized from her grasp. The redhead whirled around but didn’t start after the phone. She knew it was ultimately useless and instead preoccupied more with the idea of being launched from her window and landing unceremoniously on the sidewalk below. Cringing slightly, she shook the image from her mind only to witness one much worse: her beloved phone landing on the ground and his heel shattering the screen.

A noise fell from her lips as though she had been punched in the gut, the agony of watching the item that contained her life destroyed. It was an easy fix, but it still distressing nonetheless. Still, there seemed to be a bigger situation at hand. Eying the gun in his hand, her ears were practically ringing as she stayed pressed against the island, her palms pressed to the top. Finally, she managed to speak, her wit slowly returning. “Favorite? Is that safely assuming that you’ve killed the other candidates?” Then again, she was the one known around Gotham for her signature, flaming red locks and big mouth.

Sucking in her cheeks, she opened her mouth once more as he basically made himself at home – her home. It wasn’t until the sounds of water splashing over the sides of her bathtub caught her attention did she even attempt to move from her position. She looked from his revolver – to him – to the source of the sounds of the water sloshing onto the floor. Biting her lip, the petite redhead made the executive decision to start toward the open bathroom door, careful not to slip on the suds. Shutting the water off, she quickly appeared in the doorway once more, not bothering to clean up the mess at this time.

Running her hand through her vivid red waves, she regained eye contact almost timidly at first. “What are you really doing here.”

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The sound of running water spilling over the edges of her bathtub began to surface through the room. He merely glanced over to the open door and smirked, raising a green eyebrow. The white faced man turned his head back to Summer and smirked, gesturing his head towards the door slightly, as if to signal her to turn it off. She wasn't a stupid one, and although he could tell she was panicking, she was able to pick up on basic human interaction. She instantly prodded over through the door and turned off the tap, a few moments passed, and just in case, the Clown aimed the firearm towards the open door frame and grinned, running his tongue along the front's of his teeth, making a sick 'sloshing' sound as his saliva slipped through the crevices between the teeth.

She appeared in the door frame empty handed. Good girl. He wouldn't have to end this little shindig just yet. He lowered the gun and rolled his neck around on his shoulders, allowing a few sick 'cracks to be heard'. He then managed to look at her once more, giggling only slightly through clenched teeth. The Jester watched intently as she ran that delicate little hand through those locks of hair. She was cute, and he did like redheads. He wondered if beneath that little cowl of his, The Bat had ginger locks, though, that was unlikely due to the stubble he often saw on his Precious Bat' jaw. Though, one can hope. One can hope.

"I'm here to kill you."

He replied simply, shrugging simply at the girl and pulling the hammer back on The Revolver. The man with The Glasgow grin raised his hand and trained the gun on her, closing one eye as if to aim. He bit his bottom lip, before leaping off the couch quickly in a flurry of motion and raising his arms up in the air, and screaming at the top of his lungs.

"BANG!"

He followed the tremendous shout with a crippling burst of laughter, steadying himself against the wall, though it was shortlived. He quickly advanced forward towards the girl and grabbed her by the hip, pulling her quite close, to the point where their faces were but inches away. She wouldn't dare pull away, after all, he had the barrel of his gun pushed against her stomach.

"But I could be persuaded to let you live."

He stated, raising his eyebrows seductively and pulling her even closer, locking eyes with the younger woman. The bloodshot eyes of his remaining unblinking as he stared deep into hers. He ran his hand down her hip and onto her thigh.

"Now, Summer, I'm an artist, and as an artist, I often times like to look back upon my work and marvel at it."

His eyes fell, scanning her body before finally falling upon her upper legs. The sick Clown bit his tongue before letting her go and taking a step back. He gestured downwards before grinning.

"Take 'em off."

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Her face grew hot as she waited for his approval, but after their last encounter she knew better. The redhead wasn’t sure how much more of this that she could force herself to endure. The discarded door sprinkled splinters across her living room and the empty door frame seemed to beckon to her as an escape route. She poured over her thoughts as she turned off the water, taking into account the absence of the unlikely followers that seemed to be close in tow wherever he went. Even if she were to make it out without being pieced by bullets, what was the hope that she would even make it down a flight of stairs? It was almost best to play along until he let his guard down, if that happened.

Hand on her cocked hip as she leaned in the doorway, she had to suppress the sigh of relief that fell from her red lips as he lowered his gun. While it wasn’t an unfamiliar sensation to have the barrel of a gun trained on her, it still didn’t make it any less terrifying. However, his words seem to paralyze her, the look of frustration melting to one of panic. “No.” she managed finally, stuttering for some sort of sentence. “Look, we can work something out. You really don’t have to do-“ She rose her hands in almost a surrendering sort. Her green eyes were wide with fear as they sought out some kind of mercy from a man who wasn’t known for such.

Summer wasn’t one to beg, in fact; those underneath her employment were typically the ones to do the groveling. Though she would much rather die with a look of disgust toward the man stubbornly plastered across her pretty face; she was smart enough to know that wasn’t going to get her anywhere. The last time she managed to anger him she ended up with a painful brand adorning the smooth surface of her upper thigh. No, in fact, she was almost convinced that she might be able to spare her life if she just went along for the ride. She kept repeating that mantra through her pretty head: play along, keep your mouth shut.

When he leapt from her sofa, her heart was pounding rapidly as the sickening feeling in her stomach intensified. A scream flew from her lips at the loud noise, only to blush when she finally realized that it had only escaped his own lips. Having crouched down slightly as if that would have helped, she regained her composure – feeling almost dizzy as she did so. Summer didn’t even attempt to hide as she cringed at his touch, instinctively beginning to pull away until she felt the barrel of the gun digging into her side. She had no doubt in her pretty little head that he would shoot her and think nothing of it. Instead, she lowered her eyes not to give him the satisfaction despite the closeness of their bodies.

When the words left his lips, she closed her eyes for a moment as if to imagine this wasn’t happening but the harsh reality was standing right before her with a gun she was sure he was just itching to fire. She finally averted her eyes back to his, forced to crane her neck to look up at him with the significant height difference.  Her hourglass frame was now pressed to his; she seemed to be locked in his gaze and her body frozen. She didn’t seem to snap out of it until he moved towards the area the brand once was – something she had only recently managed to get over both physically and emotional despite the time that had past.

Without thinking, she moved to brush his hand away – an act she had done many times simply to prevent anyone from seeing or noticing the burden she had been carrying silently to herself for months. But now- there was nothing to hide. “You are not an artist – you are a madman. There is a difference.” The redhead informed him, her eyes darting toward what was left of her front door with a gleam of hope. It was not far away at all and she was sure that she could make it into the hallway if she tried. The ambitious reporter wondered if he would follow her gaze and quickly returned to look at him, eying her almost hungrily after the command.

"N-no, I-" She began, until her eyes once more found the taunting revolver. Strip or be shot? With a look mixed with both defeat and anger, she reached behind her in order to find the zipper on her high-waisted skirt, taking her own, sweet time. An idea popped into her head that seemed to temporarily delay the massive amounts of humiliation that had washed over her. Cheeks still red, she pretended to struggle with the zipper slightly, despite the ease it would come down. “I can’t seem to get it, its stuck…” She informed. Maybe he would put the gun away and move to help her? Buying her a few extra seconds to make some kind of escape.

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The grinning man took yet another step back and rested his free hand on his hip, raising an eyebrow curiously as his eyes scanned her body. She managed to remind him of a certain Eco-Terrorist, though it was probably that witty and oh-so-annoying attitude, and those luscious locks of hers. He managed a small giggle before merely shrugging at the women.

"Madmen, lunatics, Artists, is there really any difference? I think not."

The Clown Prince turned upon speaking and began to pace around the living area, almost as if monologuing to himself, waving his arms around, and in doing so, waving around The Revolver aimlessly, every now and then, having it land with a beeline shot towards her general direction. 

"I mean, take my personal favorite artist for example, Van Gogh! A real genius, the precise brush strokes-"

The Jester seemed to lavish at the thought of such pure, visual and artistic beauty, his bright green eyebrows raising in astonishment as that goofy grin crawled onto his sickly ghoulish appearance, those rouge red lips sliding and quivering with every utterance of a word. He mimed such delicate brush strokes into the air with his free hand, before turning back to Summer. 

"But, he was a little nutso, in case ya haven't heard! Cut of his ear in the name of loooooove!"

He twisted his finger around in a circle whilst pointing at his temple as he uttered the word 'nutso'. Before advancing close to her once again, and training the gun back on her body. She was now frightened upon hearing his request, something that made him frown. Or, try to frown, to the best of his abilities of course with that strange rictus grin plastered onto his face. Though, ultimately, it seemed like she decided to do the smart thing and begin to strip, allowing him to behold at his majestic and beautiful art work. Though, that was cut short of course. The zipper was stuck.


"Blast it! Are you serious!? What more could go wrong today?!"


The Joker screamed, shoving the revolver into the waist band of his trousers and grabbing her by the shoulders, spinning her around quite roughly, he pushed her against the wall and fumbled with the zipper before stopping quite abruptly. He looked up and furrowed a brow, leaning in very close, to the point where his mouth was directly beside her ear. He smirked.


"Stay still...."


He uttered, biting his bottom lip ever-so-slightly, stifling a laugh as he whispered his next few words, now managing to pull the zipper of her skirt down.


"And no funny stuff."


He let out a bout of howling laughter, as he finished off with the zipper. The man threw his head back and continued to laugh, he really did seem to have his guard down, enjoying the moment all to much.


But can you blame him?


This was so much fun. 

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It was almost hard to argue with the point that he had raised counter to her comment, though the redhead refrained from any retort. Instead she bit down on her lower lip, watching him parade about her lofty living area and her eyes practically glued to the revolver in his hand. Cringing at the moments that she found the barrel of the gun uncomfortably pointed in her obvious direction, she found her chest tight as she battled the anxiety of it all.

Despite the situation, he was somewhat poetic as he traipsed about, amusing her slightly. Hugging her hourglass frame as if to almost reassure herself, she managed a reply that she hoped that if anything it might distract him, almost as if they were having a proper conversation where she was not being forced to endure. “Would you do something like that? Cut off your ear for someone you loved?” Could the Joker love someone? She bit down on her lip once more. It had to be possible, after all, love was a basic emotion that most were capable of. His way of showing it was sure to differ from most.

She clenched her jaw as he closed the distance between them, forcing her to face the wall and leaving little room for her too move. Summer’s cheek was practically pressed against the wall along with the rest of her front side. She attempted to separate herself a bit from the white wall, only to have her backside brush against his slender frame. The pretty redhead swallowed, as he leaned closer, feeling his hot breath on the back of her neck. A series of goosebumps erupted across her porcelain skin. “O-okay.” Summer replied almost obediently as she felt him reach for the zipper.

The familiar noise of it being undone as he undid it with ease caused her to close her eyes. The plaid fabric slid down her curves and landed in a pile on the hard-wood floor. The air caressed her exposed skin as she was placed in a very vulnerable position, the hem of her white shirt only passing her abdomen. His manic laugh echoed in her head almost as if he were taunting her, causing a deep blush to spread across her pretty face.

Sucking in her cheeks, she couldn’t take it anymore. Despite his absence she had heard the laugh every single day even since that fateful day at Amusement Mile. She had just begun to overcome the traumatic incident and move on her life until this unexpected arrival. Gathering every ounce of courage, the redhead pushed herself away from the wall, sending a sharp elbow towards his chest before sprinting out what was left of the front door. Adrenaline raced through her veins as she explored her options; at one end of the hallway she could attempt to leave through the elevators and the stairs remained on the opposite wing. She had to think quick, only feeling equally terrible about both options.

She knew the Joker wasn’t stupid – quite the opposite actually. But neither was she. The redhead quickly flung herself inside a supply closet rather than choosing either option, fully aware that he would have goons securing each once she reached the bottom. Summer shut the door quickly, pressing her back against the door as she attempted to catch her breath. Chest heaving underneath the thin, white collared shirt, the redhead closed her eyes – forced to sit there and let her nerves eat her alive as she waited to see if he would find her.


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The Joker had to smirk as she asked the question, turning her head and managing to peer at his macabre features for a few moments at the very least, before looking at the wall. A short lived giggle leaped out of his throat, whilst he occupied himself with the zipper. 

"Gotta admire that about ya, always lookin' for a story. An inside scoop."

He undid the zipper and let the skirt fall down, landing in a heap on the floor. She was inquisitive about whether or not he'd cut off his own ear, which was obviously an attempt to appeal to his humanity, to discover whether The Clown could love, or, feel any real emotion for a human being. Surely she knew of Harley Quinn, they all did. He didn't know if he really cared for his little Harlequin, and truthfully, it didn't bother him whether he did or not. She was there for him physically and emotionally. To use when needed, other than that, who really cared? Though, as his eyes scanned her form, The Joker couldn't help but feel a connection to the redhead. Why did he come back to her? Was it really just for shits n' giggles? Or was there something more? Usually he would've killed her type by now, but, he hadn't. 

Not yet.

"How about you, deary? Do you....Love someone?"

He inquired, running his hand down the outside of her leg, he whispered the final two words right into her ear, his mouth barely an inch away, and as his hand curled towards her inner leg, to softly run along his beautiful artwork, everything happened in a blur. Even for a man who's had the shit kicked out of him many a' times, he wasn't expecting the elbow to the chest, he wasn't expecting to be winded, and he certainly wasn't expecting to fly backwards, falling directly onto the coffe table and forcing it to smash beneath his weight. The Joker let out what sounded to be somewhere between both a scream and a howling burst of laughter. 

"Has anyone ever told you that you have extremely poor social skills!?"

He screamed after her, crawling to his feet. Within a minute, he had made his way to the hallway. Where his two goons had been before. One was gone, and the other? Knocked unconcious. Whether it had been the missing goon, or Summer herself, he was unsure. Though, what he was sure of was two things:

1. He needed to find summer.

2.His back hurt like hell from his  tussle with the furniture.

"SUMMER! How are we supposed to share an intimate moment if you won't let me touch you?"

The man called out, advancing down the hallway, he turned his entire abdomen as he walked, allowing his back to crack, and a smirk to envelope his face, as he quivered in ecstasy at the sound of said crack. 

"More importantly, how am I supposed to have an art show if you steal the main piece?"

He asked aloud, still advancing down the hallway. He finally stopped and looked around, various closets and maintenance rooms, and a stairway. Odds are, she ran off, though there was a chance she was still up here. 

"Yell ya what, Summer. You come out now, and I won't hurt you! We'll go back inside, cuddle up on the couch, and watch 'The Real Housewives of Gotham'!"

Joker grinned at the thought, before biting his bottom lip slightly. After a few moments of silence, he shrugged and pulled the revolver from his waistband once again. 

"I'll do ya one better actually. If you don't come out, I'll pay Detective Bullock a visit down at his humble abode, tell him you said 'hi', then put two in his head!"

The grin now widened at that thought. 

"You wouldn't want that, would ya?"

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“Anything to amuse you.” She said dryly, her voice laced with sarcasm. She stood almost motionless as his hands roamed her hourglass frame, but she would much rather keep up with a conversation rather than the other things that he had her endure in the past. The redhead closed her eyes for a moment before looking back at the wall she was forced against. She didn’t want to turn around, almost as if knowing that she had managed to rid herself of his self-claimed artwork was a secret she wanted to keep to herself. His countered question of love caused her to blush slightly. “I’m too busy for love.” She replied shortly, willing to leave it at that. Even if she did have someone that preoccupied her love life, she wasn’t going to share it with him. While she wasn’t entirely sure what the line between love was, she knew that certainly did have strong feelings for some - though love wasn’t something she would eagerly call it.

Once secured in her hiding place, the question revisited her once again. Though she didn’t know it, a blush appeared on her flawless skin once more as she hugged her knees. Trying to calm herself. For an encounter with the Joker, it was certainly seemed to be going in her favor for now, but her heart fluttered rapidly inside her heaving chest. The suspense of being found was almost worse than the encounter itself, leaving her to helplessly wait to see if he would find her. His voice rang out through the hallway as he shouted her name. The redhead cringed and hugged herself tighter, burying her face momentarily as she attempted to tune him out. His voice was getting closer and she had yet to think of some kind of plan of action. He seemed determined to see the final product of his mark, but she had managed to relieve herself of the physical scarring.

By now, the brand would have been fully healed but she hadn’t been willing to wait for that moment. The moment her dear friend had offered her some relief she had taken it, eager to jump through hoops in order to get rid of it. Even at his attempt to reason with her she didn’t move from her spot other than to press her ear up against the door. He was right on top of her, but she said nothing. The redhead pressed her palm over her mouth so tightly that her hands were visibly shaking.

The threat of visiting Harvey caused her eyes to grow wide, but she still didn’t move from her location. She didn’t take his threat lightly, but yet she didn’t move. The redhead had no relations to the Detective other than their past and managed to avoid him unless she wanted something from him. However, she couldn’t just sit there and hide in the closet any longer. Summer had managed to hurt Harvey enough over the years and she didn’t need to pass her bad luck onto him because she didn’t want to face her fears.

With a deep breath, she stood up and turned on her heel. It took a few moments, but she finally reached for the doorknob and twisted it with a defeated sigh. She couldn’t be selfish, especially knowing that this was her own mess that needed to be cleaned up. However, she didn’t want it to seem as if his method of blackmail worked and have him continue to use him as leverage over her. The redhead purposely knocked over a various amount of cleaning supplies, making a great deal of racket and giving away her location. She ripped open the door as if to bolt, only to come face to face with him.

“Does the Housewives of Gotham City offer still stand?” She asked, almost quietly as she fiddled nervously with the hem of her shirt, trying to make it long enough to cover the brand that was now absent amongst her porcelain skin. She knew it would be foolish to run, especially with the intimidating gun in his hand. "Look, you win. I won't try to run anymore." She rose her hands in surrender, allowing the fabric of her shirt to rise as well and expose her shapely thighs.


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He was getting frustrated. 

Oh yes, this wasn't going to do. The moments that passed felt like forever, even to a man such as he, who was known for his calm demeanour, loving personality and large amount of patience. He let out a breathy laugh just at the thought, before shaking his head and focusing on the task at hand. Finding Summer. His eyes scanned the hallway, his ears strained to hear anything in the silence. The only thing he could pick up was the soft pitter-patter of blood slipping from his unconscious henchman's nose and dripping onto the floor. He actually kind've pitied the cleaning staff, after all, he knew how difficult it was to wash blood out of a carpet. 

"Sssssuuuumer...."

He breathed out, almost hissing as he advanced up the hallway with quick yet deliberate steps, making sure not to make too much noise. He was just about ready to stomp his way right down to ol' Bullock's house and take him out, kill his animals, then, perhaps find his mother's address and knock her off too. He really was quite frustrated, not that many could tell, due to the grin placed on his face, which had no signs of disappearing any time soon. It was then, as he pondered the many different forms of torture he could inflict upon Summer if he had to forcibly drag her out of some hiding place, that he heard her soft exhale of nervousness from a nearby cleaning supplies closet. He stopped dead in his tracks, his smile only growing and stretching so that either end travelled farther apart on his canvas of a face that he heard all the crashing from within, then the shaking of the doorknob. Was she coming out willingly? This really was a site to see, usually victims didn't embrace their death, there was generally some kind've chase, much like just went on, then a forcible murder at his hands, now, however, she exited the closet and stood before him.

"Does the Housewives of Gotham City offer still stand?"

He merely blinked once, scrunching up his facial features in mild confusion as the revolver dropped to his side. He understood it, she wanted to give off an air of bravery, show him she wasn't afraid by offering some witty quip, even though she was scared shitless, he really did get it. The only thing he didn't get was why she came out, from what he knew, her and bullock were a done deal, and he probably wouldn't have found her, yet she exited the closet anyways, the whole ordeal only made him a grin a little more, running his tongue along the back of his yellowing teeth. 

"HA!"

The one burst of laughter escaped his mouth, breathy and wheezy, which could've been mistaken for an old man clearing phlegm from his throat, though it was undoubtedly a sick and depraved laugh, yes. Now however, Joker's eyes merely scanned her body. He wasn't really a man who enjoyed physical affection, though that didn't mean he didn't appreciate the female form. Quite the contrary actually, he quite liked it. It was no Batman physique, but it was something to be marvelled at. All signs of happiness quickly faded from his face however when his eyes landed on the spot where his brand once was. One of his bright green eyes twitched, as his grin quickly morphed into a grimace, he was not smiling now, no, he was gritting his teeth, nearly growling. His hand tightened around the revolvers handle. 

"The nerve!"

He exclaimed, advancing forward with a few steps. With his free hand, he grabbed her bright red locks roughly and pulled them back, forcing her head back violently as he brought the gun up, pushing the barrel into her neck forcefully, pushing harder and harder. His finger itched. The little bitch had the nerve to get rid of something he had given to her specially. 

"I'm an extremely possessive individual, Miss. Gleeson. My doctor sayz so. So, when I put my name on something...."

He leaned in close, his mouth touching her ear, his breath tickling her as he spoke. 

"It mean's it's mine!"

He pulled back on her hair with much of his strength, forcing her to fall down onto the hallway floor. Joker looked down at his hand, which now had quite a few red hairs in it, which had been ripped out of her scalp. His nostrils twitched, as he spit on her body, which now lay below him. A few moments passed, agonizing moments which The Clown spent breathing heavily, stewing anger, before that classic old grin materialized once again. 

"But hey, how could I stay mad at you, Kiddo? Hop on up!"

He tucked the gun back into his trousers and held out a hand to her, raising his eyebrows as he smiled kindly. 

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Summer stood practically frozen as she came face to face with the Joker once more. The same, twisted smile lingered on his red lips, only making her wonder what it was that amused him so much and quite often. Her knees grew weak as she awaited her fate, swallowing the fear with a great bit of difficulty. Whether it was complete foolishness or a shred of bravery, the pretty redhead stood before him as she erupted from her hiding place. All sense of security had abandoned her as the blush appeared on her cheeks. The hungry look in his eyes as they swept across her body in its revealing state only added to her humiliation of being caught. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” She asked with the slightest hostility in her voice, still slightly bitter at his previous threats. However, both her confidence and annoyance quickly faded as his expression changed almost instantly.

His gaze landed on her bare thigh, where the brand was now invisible amongst her flawless skin. The Joker moved swiftly and quickly, seizing a handful of her red curls and jerking her head back. A yelp fell from her red lips as both her hands moved to the back of her head in an attempt to pry his fingers off of her. The young reporter could feel several hairs detach from her head, and the familiarity of the cold metal roughly pressed to her porcelain skin. Summer didn’t do very well with pain; in fact, her tolerance toward it was very low. Luckily enough, the privileged reporter had little experience with the feeling until her move to Gotham city, living a rather privileged life. However, it appeared as though her good luck was going to come to an unpleasant end.

A whimper fell from her red lips and she was convinced that she was living the last moments of her young life. The anger that he was expressing and the gun pressed to her neck was more than enough of a reason for such thinking. The redhead was forced to look into his manic eyes, and she allowed her hands to fall to her sides at the reunion with the gun. Summer took a deep, shaky breath as she tried to ignore her stomach doing cartwheels beneath the thin, white shirt.

Summer whimpered as he continued to press harder and harder, the end of the gun pressing deeper into her neck. “Ahhhh.” Was he going to kill her? Was this the last thing that she was destined to see before her short life was ended? Instantly she thought to the aftermath of her death, curious as to who would find her corpse slumped against the formerly white walls decorated with blood. He leaned closer, and though she was itching to say something in response she held her tongue instead, knowing that even the slightest comment could cause him to pull the trigger. Goosebumps raced across her exposed skin as he spoke so closely to her ear, a change so instant she was sure that it wouldn’t go unnoticed.

His tight grip only seemed to increase, forcing her to her knees to spare the handful of hair being ripped from her throbbing scalp. “I’m not yours, I never was. You have no right to be angry.” Summer protested through gritted teeth as she attempted to block out the obvious pain and torment. If she was going to die, it was a fact that needed to be stated before he took her life. When he finally released her, her hands moved back to her head, refusing tears as she managed to sit up. She tossed her hair out of her face, looking back up to meet his gaze which was now graced with a much friendlier expression. The redhead was almost in shock, confused by his sudden change of emotion. However, she refused his hand and managed to get up herself, attempting to regain her composure as she gingerly rubbed the back of her head.

She used the wall to brace herself, looking up to him and trying to mask her confusion. “So- you aren’t upset with me anymore? You understand then?” It seemed a bit too good to be true that this was all over, but the expression plastered across his white face was almost joyous. The redhead was cautious, careful not to get to close to the towering man before her.



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notes: sorry it's so long <3 what can I say? You inspire me.

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The Joker watched intently as she pulled her body up to her feet, attempting to steady herself against the wall. The sight was all too enjoyable, how she was trying so desperately this entire time to maintain her dignity, to try and give off an air of independence and most of all, trying to show she wasn't afraid. Though honestly, it was just as fun for The Clown as usual, if not more. He loved the two extremes in the area of fear, either his victim was hysterical with it, attempting beg for their life, trying to assure him they had children and other random utterances that they thought would change his mind, make him think their life had more value than he already thought it did, though, then there was the other  extreme, Summer here who maintained their shit on the outside, even though he could tell she was losing it on the inside, freaking out, trying to assure herself she wasn't going to die, even though every other aspect of the situation says otherwise. Oh yes, he loved the two extremes oh-so-much.

"Mad at you? Oh, how could I be...?"

The Joker bit his bottom lip ever-so-slightly, just enough to break the skin, allowing the small drop of blood to blend with his already blood red lips, accenting the yellowing teeth which he was displaying oh-so-proudly in a wide, horrifying grin directed right at the girl. Right at Summer. He cocked his head, and blinked once, advancing forward and placing a single hand on her shoulder, beginning to walk back towards the room, a firm handful of her shirt in his hand, pulling her along, forcing her to come with him. 

"Don't worry girly, I'll find a way to get you back, I always do!

On that note, he craned his neck towards her and flashed Summer that smile once more, stopping at the busted door to her apartment. He let go of her and bowed slightly, gesturing her into the apartment kindly and looking back up at her. 

"In fact, Summer, I'm feeling so generous that I'm going to do something for you! Something truuuuly life changing!"

His eyes wandered once more, and he made no attempts to hide the fact he was obviously checking her out, his eyes sliding around in their sockets as they scanned her legs, her curves before finally settling on her face once more. Harley would not be happy if she found out. He bellowed a short laugh before raising his eyebrows. He bit his tongue to hide his excitement, he tried with every bit of his strength not to jump, to scream, to exclaim. He didn't usually do these random acts of kindness for others, but he figured that if anyone deserved a little something extra from him, it was Summer Gleeson. 

"Once you enter into your home with me, you will be given something that very few others have been given...."

He was a showman, and he knew how to keep his audience on edge. 

"You will be given a glimpse into the mind of a madman! You will get to navigate through the psych of a serial killer! Look the Devil in the eyes and, perhaps, live to tell the tale!"

The genie was out of the bottle. Now, with every word, he pranced about before the girl, fluid movements that still managed to be frighteningly creepy while slightly deranged, hard to describe really. He stopped and turned to Summer. 

"The interview of a lifetime! An exclusive with The Clown Prince! The Harlequin of Hate! I can see it now! This'll make you famous!"

He raised up his arms and began to 'jazz hands' to the best of his ability, that goofy smile on his face, he placed both hands on either of Summer's shoulders now and leaned in close to her. 

"Enter if you dare."

He whispered, letting her go and advancing before her into the apartment, almost skipping. To him, it seemed relatively creepy and frightening for the girl, though in actuality, it may have seemed rather ridiculous and slightly comedic. 

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She tried to manage a smile at both him and his mercy; though she was sure she failed at the expression that was typically plastered on her pretty face. It was all a bit too good to be true: he was going to spare her – for now and the anger that had only played on his demented features moments prior had vanished completely. Summer tried to find reason in it all, struggling for some sort of valid solution, though she could not recover one. Instead she continued to look up with him, practically stunned as she locked her big, doe-eyes with his.

Even to stare into his manic face was rather intimidating, continuing to result in her stunned silence until he placed his hand on her shoulder. “Well, that’s a good thing actually. I’m glad you are being rational about this-“ She began,

She did everything in her power not to jump or cringe in some sort of way as he guided her forcefully back to her familiar apartment. The tight handful of her shirt caused the hem to rise, exposing her midriff as she attempted to keep up as he dragged her along. The destroyed door grew closer and closer as they continued to closed in the distance. If only her night would have gone as planned, she would be buried in her warm bubble bath that still remained almost tauntingly in her candle-lit bathroom,

“Wait- no. No that’s not what that means at all.” She said with a bit of panic evident in her voice. Whatever would be devised in the brain of his – she didn’t want to know what the ending result was going to be. As he released her, she wondered if that was it and if it was all over from that point. Was he going to leave her alone with the paranoia that he would be returning with a suitable method of ‘getting her back’? However, instead, he seemed to have other plans.

“Really, that’s okay….you don’t have to do that. I’m fine!” She attempted quickly, though he was far more interested in her exposed form than to meet her gaze. Summer couldn’t even attempt to hide the blush that splashed across her high cheekbones. It seemed to be common theme for that evening, “Don’t you have a girlfriend?” She asked, attempting to tug at the hem of her shirt as if that might help conceal her long legs.

His promise of an interview actually seized her interest. Summer bit her bottom lip as he moved to touch her once more, placing both his hands on her shoulders. Despite this random act of comment, he still proved to be equally terrifying as before. As he started off to her apartment, she followed – unsure of what to think of his unusual behavior. By now one would think that Summer would be used to it by now, though he was still very foreign.

Upon entering her own apartment, she cleared her throat and started toward a small, sleek voice recorder that she had on her island counter in the kitchen. After turning it on to record their conversation, she sat it within earshot and then headed toward her skirt so that she could put it back on. “Alright, if we are going to do this…” She began, bending over to retrieve her skirt. “Let’s try to be as professional as possible, okay? Are there any rules or subjects that I am not allowed to touch on for this interview? ” Or anything she needed to know that would trigger any unwanted anger that would cause him to boil over the edge and destroy his calm state.


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The Clown pranced around the apartment itself, a wide grin on his face as he ran his finger along the counter top, pushed over a stool and promptly plopped himself down on the couch, lying down, he straightened out. The man crossed his hands over his lap and surveyed her closely as she entered, he could see the difference in her expression. The sudden excitement and adrenaline, it was almost as if she had forgotten the situation. Almost like she was cleansed of all danger. She was so empowered as she clicked the recorder on, he could tell, but as soon as it was on and she looked up to see him grinning, he could see the realization.

She was still swimming with the sharks. 

She was still in the belly of the beast. 

She was still in the thick of it all. 

"You're still potentially screwed y'know. Don't go getting all 'I'm a professional, and I'm going to most certainly live through this to televise this interview'."

As he said those words, he mimicked her mockingly, making an annoying woman's voice as he did so and moving his hands about dramatically, making ridiculous facial expressions and being an overall rude clown. She was already putting on her skirt by the time he finished speaking, and while he wasn't really interested enough to do anything, he was a little disheartened by the masking of her fabulous figure. He would've loved to cut off those legs and take 'em home with him. 

"Hmmm....Anything I'm no comfortable with? Touchy subjects? Well, religion. I don't wanna bring that into the fold because things just get awkward. Political views, The View, Whoopie Goldberg in general. Michael Bay films, and what gets me rowdy, I find that's something people should learn for themselves."

He winked at her, biting his tongue and smiling as he did so. A few moments passed before he turned his body so his legs were hanging off the couch, leaving enough room at the opposite end of the couch for her to sit. 

"C'mon Bright Eyes! Get that fin-fangled doohickey of yours and come sit down! I don't bite!"

He paused for a moment and mulled over what he had just said. 

"I'll shoot, stab, strangle, poison and beat  but...."

He offered a reassuring smile to her, or as reassuring as possible for someone of his personality and physical appearance. 

"I don't bite."

The Joker now let out a huge and loud burst of laughter, which ended with him gasping for air. He wasn't completely sure how this entire 'interview' was going to play out, but he was curious and actually somewhat excited. He was never properly represented in the media, and maybe this spry young woman was the one who would finally showcase The Joker's good side. And if not, he could always kill her. 

So, either way, it was a win/win situation for him.