Favors and Freaks (The Joker)

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“And why the hell would I want to talk to the clown-faced freak! Your job was simple, I only wanted his head! Not the whole thing!” She insisted, pounding her fist on the table. A shrill sound of anger flew from her dark lips as she once again retreated to her reliable liquor cabinet to fetch herself a drink. Something simple and strong on the rocks would do, and the room fell silent until one dared to speak up. “I’m sorry, Miss Falcone. That is not a call that you are allowed to make. Your father-“ In a fit of rage, she sent the glass tumbler hurtling toward the wall, causing it to shatter. “My father is wrong on this one! He was stupid to trust the damn clown in the first place! And now, here we are all wondering why things are not done.” She took a deep breath, turning back to make herself another drink before she rose the dark liquid to her lips.

But they were right. Her father would be disappointed if she disposed of such a figure in Gotham without his knowledge. The clown had a job that he was failing to do and while the hot-headed young woman was so eager to get rid of the weak link and replace the responsibility with someone else, she knew that no one would stand by her motion without Carmine’s opinion on that matter first. Today her old man happened to be visiting one of their dearest relations in Metropolis, leaving his business in Gotham to fall upon the shoulders of her children. The last thing she wanted to do was share this crowning moment with her brothers.

Drink in hand, she took another swallowed, wiped her lips and allowed a shudder to race through her womanly frame. “Fine, where is he?” Her most trusted body guard, Angelo motioned for him to go with her. She bundled up in her expensive winter wear before climbing into the backseat of the sleek black car. Persistently still carrying her drink with her, she finished the rest of its contents as they approached one of the larger of the Falcone’s warehouses near the docks. She waited for her lone friend and body guard to park the car and help her out of the backseat. Leading her into the warehouse, there sat the clown himself starting to come to after being rendered unconcious. Sofia scowled. Most of his body had been secured to the chair with tight, belt-like restrains and each limb was secured to the sturdy seat.

“Get him up.” She hissed, watching as one of the dozen or so of her father’s men that occupied the warehouse take a bucket of ice water from the wharf itself and dump it unceremoniously onto the clown. “Next time, that water will be scalding.” She said hatefully, removing the fur coat, black gloves and large sunglasses that she wore and handing them to Angelo. The click of her heels echoed around the warehouse, which at this time was primarily empty. She stared toward her prisoner with her signature scowl. “Remember me, freak?”

[The Joker]

It wasn't like the Joker not reuturing a favor, but his favors were like gold in the mafia market...well, in the crime market in general, modesty aside. So, the clown chose very carefully if returing a favor or not. This time was a no. A big no, with a capital N and underlined...mhh...but yeah...with a capital O too. Now, it was true that the Falcone family did a favor to him in return of another one from the clown, but the first favor didn't end well at all so no refunds! He told so to the Falcones...so the clown should have forseen this coming. He did, by the way, but avoiding wasn't a thing to do in this kind of situation. The clown imagined their coming, but he didn't know when. Oh well, he was going to find it out soon.

Falcone was out of the town, but the Joker didn't turn his guard, and guards, down. His henchmen were on allert since months by now, ready to kill every Falcone's buddy on sight. However, that didn't help at all. It was the original mafia that the clown was dealing with, the one who wrote the original rules for every other mafia organization, the Italian mafia.

The clown was working in his crazy-scientific lab when they arrived shouting Italian orders while shooting American bullets. His henchmen shot back, the hideout was a mess of noises, almost it hurt the ears. The clown thought to run away trying to escape, but that thought last just for a second. The Joker didn't run away like a scared animal, he was the one who scared his enemies, not the one who got scared by them. Then, the escaping was worthless with the Falcone's family and the clown didn't have time to waste. So, the Joker showed himself up in the middle of the shooting area, he wanted to say something about the impatience of the Falcones to have him, but he passed out feeling pain on the head.

The clown woke up with freezing shivers all over his body caused by the cold water on his face. The first thing he noticed was that he couldn't move, then he saw Sofia and Angelo "I knew you were into boundage..." Joker looked at Angelo "...I bet you know that too" a giggle "I would hello both of you in the right way, but..." he pointed to his hands tied behind him with a head's wave, however someone should be careful about what the-right-way meant for the Gotham's most known clown "Oh...I will melt then!" he winked at her about the water's scalding comment "You know...this is not makeup, it doesn't go away with water, I don't wear masks like most of you do" he joked about it laughing then he stopped when Sofia called him freak asking if he remembered her "I'm sorry, no, I have so many fangirls, you know...pardon moi" the clown frowned "Ehm...no...it was the wrong language...oh...here you go! Scusami" the clown replied smiling and looking Falcone's daughter up and down. He was joking by the way, he was a clown after all, in fact the Joker did remember Sofia very well.

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The moment that the smug clown opened his mouth, Sofia was eager to shove the barrel of her gun down his throat. Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared as she started toward him angrily, only to find Angelo tightly gripping her forearm. He was a dear family friend and considerably and highly regarded amongst the Falcone’s. He had been Sofia’s body guard since her early years and they had developed an unspoken father-daughter type relationship over their years. He gave her one stern look, which said everything it needed to. She ripped her arm from his grasp and started back toward the Joker. Sucking in her cheeks and closing her heavy-lidded eyes for a moment, Sofia flexed her hands into fists as she rose her hand, backhanding the white-faced man with all her strength.

“Just wait until you see what else I am into, bastardo. By the time I am done with you I am going to use your blood to paint these warehouse walls.” She spat. She took several steps back, glancing down at the screen of her phone to check the time. Knowing she had engagements later in the evening, she knew that making an executive decision regarding what to do to this traitor was needed sooner than later. Obviously she couldn’t kill him until her father approved. Torture was an option, messy – but still an option. She didn’t trust him enough to release him with another chance unless he was willing to beg for it.

She scoffed at his comment, brushing each one off as if it were nothing. She knew he would try to get under her skin, but Sofia was going to have to do anything she could to keep her temper under check and not allow him to get the best of her. “Really? I didn’t think it was make-up. I just assumed you looked that hideous since birth.” She declared, wrinkling her nose and getting a small chuckle from Angelo – which was a rare occasion in itself. “Leave us.” Sofia ordered everyone in the room. There was a bit of hesitation, but within a matter of moments the room was cleared with the exception of Sofia and the Clown Prince of Crime himself.

She rose he hand once more as if she were too smack him, but simply hoped to see him flinch. “No more games!” She shouted. “Now,” Sophia began, pacing in circles around the restrained clown as if she were a shark about to devour a meal. “You were supposed to do us a little favor…and I – being the generous woman that I am – gave you an ample amount of time. You told me that you were going to hit the Dimitrov’s where it counts but.... here they are! Still running around my city and on top of that, you were hiding from me! So you have five seconds to explain…”

[The Joker]

Joker took the slap with a smile on his face "I'm so feeling like in the Godfather movie..." Joker said and laughed hard. Someone couldn't say if it had a mocking aim or not. Probably not...who doesn't like the Godfather? Joker then took a pensive expression "So..." he whispered like a professor who was thinking about a new theory "...why am I still alive?" the clown snapped his tongue "Oh! Paparino doesn't know...eh? I don't think he will like what you are doing, Sofia" Joker said it with a matter-of-fact tone. The clown wasn't stupid, he thought in a strange and uncommon way, arriving at the right conclusion while following an apparently wrong and unsettling path. Joker was a crazy man so his intelligence had to follow the crazy-path.

When Angelo chuckled...Joker laughed, strange since that was an insult "Hideous...mh...so I'm mysterious...another reason why am I here? You like mysterious men?" the clown made a pun around the word hide and winked at her in a un-flirty way "However...I think I am like this since birth too...well...I assume...don't remember actually" the clown shrugged. Then the room got quiet when Sofia ordered to leave. Angelo didn't seem liking the idea, but he left anyway "Oh, came on! I like him! Angelo...he will be a perfect Angelo...in hell" the clown laughed, the threating there. Joker noticed how protective he was with Sofia and not only in a bodyguard way. Sofia listented to him before when he held her. Joker was observing...what else could he do tied on a chair?

"You know..." the Joker tilted his head in a remembrance fashion "...I like your style..." he smiled "...walls painted with blood...nice touch...I did it myself too, the blood is a very decorative color...with a plus: it is not only a color, but a profume too" he was reffering to the blood's smell. He laughed for a while after saying that, the room filled with his laughing noise that sometimes it could be pleasant, but it wasn't now. How many times did the clown laugh already?

"No more games...no more jokes...?!" Joker opened his eyes wide "Hey! Did you read my medical record?" the clown shook his head with a sigh then he turned somewhat serious "First and foremost" Joker started "I wasn't hiding" the clown here wasn't afraid of Sofia "Second: this is my city!" his green eyes look directly into Sofia ones, solemn glaring eyes "Your favor didn't end like expected so no favors from me...oh well...I did the favor, but it didn't end well for you either" Joker rose a brow "Even" he explained simply.

Joker's gloved hands were resting behind him, locked. He wasn't moving a muscle so the hands seemed as if they were dead. The clown couldn't move anyway because Sofia was walking around him like a lion with its pray. However, that didn't mean the Joker here wasn't thinking about a way to escape...tied to a chair, please, as if it didn't happen already. He saw that it wasn't rope, but belt-like restrains "There you go..bondage" he laughed a little thinking that.

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“This is nothing like that.” She said with a roll of her heavy lidded eyes. “Though if you are familiar with the Saw films, I can tell you there may be relevance there after I am finished with you.” Sofia was gritting her white teeth once more as he tested her, and she reached for her gun, pressing it to his temple in a threatening manner. “My father has no say here. If I want you dead, so it will be.” She shouted, her booming voice echoing around the rafters of the warehouse. So close to him that she was practically on his lap, she jabbed him once more with the end of her gun in a threatening manner. That was a lie, she knows the cost of going against her father’s wishes and the results were never pretty. She wouldn’t kill the Joker without his say-so. However, she wouldn’t let the freak know that.

Her fingers itched to pull the trigger, decorating the floor with his brains and bits of skull. “I wonder if you will still be smiling with half your head blown away.” She whispered, maneuvering the gun so that now she was holding the barrel. With a great deal of force, the evil queen delivered a painful blow to the clown’s jaw using the grip of her glock. He wasn’t begging, not even slightly scared or remorseful. It caused her anger to multiply.

The brunette promised as her men began to filter out of the room. “I don’t care.” She spat, dismissing his attempt to sway the conversation. Angelo gave her another one of his looks as he stood at the door, and then pointed to his watch before making his exit. She knew that she didn’t have all the time in the world, but she could always come back. Sofia wasn’t sure how to threaten him – he seemed to get a kick from the pain and a laugh from the threats. His sick and twisted outlook on life made things difficult. However, she knew what she could do that would hit him close to home.

A shrill, forced laugh fell from the brunette’s lips at his comment. “Please, your city? My name is written all over it. “ She stopped circling him and instead leaned forward almost mockingly. Gripping either arm of the chair she looked him dead in the eyes. She wasn’t afraid, Sofia was fearless. “You are nothing here. More of a pest than anything. A disposable, measly pest.” Pushing away from the chair, she regained her posture once more, still keeping her place before him. “What do you mean? We held up on our part, freak.” She demanded simply.

[The Joker]

Joker frowned when Sofia talked about the Saw films "That is more Eddie's style, don't you think?" he shook his head, but then he tilted it to a side when Sofia pressed a gun on Joker's temple, his expression didn't even flinch "Will see, my dear" Joker smirked "You could use some TicTac" then he added since Sofia was so close, it wasn't true, he was just mocking her, having fun.

Joker's eyes were on a side, trying to see Sofia's fingers on the trigger, but he couldn't see it, yet he could ear the gun's noises "There is only a way to find it out..." the Joker whispered moving his greenish gaze on Sofia, but a powerful blow hit his face so his head moved quick sideways. Joker felt a metallic taste in his mouth and pain on a side of his face. He could have spat on Sofia's face, but decided otherwise and blood came out from his mouth and fallen on the floor then a laughing sound came out from his mouth.

He stopped laughing and licked the blood off his lips "Ha...! Don't worry Angelo...Cinderella will be ready before midnight" the clown giggled shaking his head. Pain hit him right in the jaw, but he didn't care either. Yes, the Joker didn't care about the pain in general, but he was caring about Sofia's reactions. Joker was bothering Sofia because of his uncaring attitude.

Joker didn't say anything for a few minutes when Sofia said that she didn't care, he just stared at her with a blank expression on his face that showed no emotions at all, or at least a very slight mocking expression, however the pain was still there and the blood filled again his mouth. Joker spat again on the floor, he could have swallowed it, but the spitting was more theatrical.

"Your laughing is amusing...a little bit pushed...but still funny" he evaluated like a critic, the success in making her laugh was a point for him, at least from the clown point of view. The Joker laughed a little, but he started coughing after few seconds, however no blood came out this time. He took some breaths "Your name...? I am The Joker!" the clown said with pride in his voice, he was going to add something, but Sofia stopped walking around him and leaned forward so Joker place his lips in a kiss-fashion near Sofia's cheek implying that she was near him because she wanted a kiss from him. Clearly, it was a mocking comeback.

Joker sighed stopping doing the kiss-lips "Your father would understand" he replied matter-of-fact, saying that sentence on purpose. However, he noticed that Sofia wasn't really afraid of her, oh well, no big deal, finding ways to make her fear him was funnier.

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“Which one is Eddie again?” Sofia replied almost dully though she didn’t want an answer. It was a rhetorical question simply to display her lack of amusement with his comment. She didn’t consider either the Joker or his little costumed friends to be in her league though it seemed as though her father felt as some of them had potential. He was a master manipulator and while Sofia followed in his footsteps, she seemed to let her anger get the best of her. She had to calm down. Trying to channel her father’s advice she eased back on the physical torture for the time being and decided he wasn’t going to get the best of her.

She watched as blood surfaced on the clowns white face, much to her satisfaction. She wanted anyone who came in contact with him over the next few days to know that someone had gotten ahold of him, that he wasn’t this terrifying figure and was simply human. Or was he? The man was a mystery in itself, though she didn’t care to learn anymore about him that she already knew. Even now her time was being wasted. They should have sought another for such a favor rather than trusting the freak show that sat bound to a chair before her.

Scowling as he pushed his lips into a kissing pout, she wasn’t going to back up but instead grabbed his lower lip and pulled on it roughly, digger her sharp nail into it before letting go. She was sure that it had to be painful. Even though she craved some kind of reaction out of him she didn’t expect for him to deliver. How nice it would be to hear him release a scream of terror or shriek of pain. It was starting to become her new goal.

“Unknown to you, I rightfully purchased a plot of land that is very familiar territory to you.” She removed a folded blueprint from the back pocket of her tight leather pants and unfolding it so that she could display the sum of land to him. After pulling a handful of strings and triggers, Sofia had mananged to disclose where the clown hung his hat – so to speak. She waited for him to recognize it before continuing. “Tomorrow, at noon. I’m bulldozing it. And I am starting to think that since you are being so unreasonable that I am going to make sure that you are inside it when I do!” She laughed once more, though it was shrill and unpleasant. "Then again....I so desperately want to see the life leave your eyes. I think instead I think I will keep you here for a little while longer instead. Let's see how long you can go without food and water and still keep that foolish grin on your face. I am going to make this so slow and so painful for you, that you beg me to kill you when it's all over. And I, being a merciful woman that I am, will oblige. Don't worry though, I will arrange a live feed of the demolition so you can watch it." The satisfaction in her voice was almost eerie when she finished.

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[The Joker]

Joker thought that Sofia's incomprehension about Eddie was another move to make fun of them...the freaks "The Jigsaw of the group" the clown replied "Seems that you like this Saw..." Joker giggled a little, jaw hurting "C'mon Sofy...you can relax...take a breath...in and out..." Joker dimostrated how to do it "...then make a turn" he laughed for some reason, apparently making some quote.

Then suddenly Sofia grabbed his lip. Joker's instinct was to pull away, instead he forced himself to keep the head in place. The pain grew stronger and blood came out again. The red of the blood mixed with the red of his lipstick "So..." the clown spat "...you like it bloody" he licked his bloddy lip in a mocking seductive manner staring at her. Joker wasn't trying to seduce her or anything, but just making fun of her.

However, the mocking humor stopped when Sofia started talking about a land, Joker's eyes focused on the blueprint for few seconds understanding the problem. This time her laughing wasn't nice, at all. Joker kept listening to her words with a serious expression. The clown needed that place, there was stuff and some of his acid...oh yes...there were henchmen too, but they were like handkerchiefs, once used you could threw them away.

Joker rose a brow when she finished talking "The classic villain's mistake: tasting the moment for too long so the hero can save the day" Joker shook his head finding amusing to play as the hero in that statement "A noob mistake" he sighed "For a moment I thought you were a professional" was he trying to convince her to do what...? Put him in the building? It couldn't be true, the clown couldn't want to die...right? It was difficult to say with a crazy man like him.

Joker smiled when Sofia told him that he could watch the bulldozer-moment "...with some popcorn too, thanks" the clown nodded still smiling, the jaw still hurting, the lip's pain almost null. However, his mind was thinking something else "I dont' like being manipulated..." and that was it. The clown's hands were still not moving like they surrendered to the belt-restrains when instead he was preparing them to escape. However, it was still too soon, so he kept his hands unmoving.

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She rolled her eyes and swatted his comment away as if it wasn’t worth her time. “So he’s another one of the freaks.” Sofia said with an obvious distain. It was clear that the Mafia Princess didn’t care much for the more colorful terrorizers of Gotham City. She assisted her father in ruling a crime empire and wore nothing other than her true face rather than hiding behind a mask. Sofia looked down on the others from her throne as if they were completely inferior too her – which always seemed to annoy her when her father commissioned any of them to do some of his dirtier work.

Wrinkling her nose at his choice of pet name for her, she turned to strike him once more – this time much harder than the last. Her palm stung after she pulled her hand back. It was red and throbbing though she effectively tuned out the pain and channeled it into her rage. Her hand was still sprinkled with blood from his mouth, causing her smirk when she saw it. There it was: sweet, sticky and red. She opened and closed her hand as she observed it on her olive skin before turning her attention back to her prisoner. The smirk quickly faded as she used his own jacket to wipe the droplets of blood from her hand.

“I do.” She admitted plainly, regaining her posture and looking down on him in absolute disgust. Perhaps a little too much. It didn’t matter whose blood it was, even if it was her own – but she was infatuated with each and every quality of it. At his comment a roar of laughter flew from her dark lips. “I finally find you funny, clown. I’m not the villain here. I am the hero, for ridding the world of spazzatura like you. And there is no one that is going to stop me from destroying you and your little play place. I own it. It's mine now.” She ruffled his hair tauntingly, leaning in for her following sentence as her cold eyes locked into his. How could someone be afraid of such a demented man? He was nothing more than a joke.

“Speaking of which, I am still deciding on some minor details for your disappearance." Now she had to get her dearest daddy's approval. "But I can assure you that it will be far from dramatic. I want to insure that you have such little attention from it, that no one even notices you are gone. You won’t be going out with as much as a whisper. Maybe I will cut you into a million, tiny pieces and feed you to my dogs. The options are endless.” She said confidently, glancing down at the stylish wrist watch on her arm. It was getting late and the time of her engagement was drawing near.

She possessed the deed to his land and everything on it. Its fate was in her hands and there was nothing that he could do to persuade her otherwise. Even if she couldn’t yet kill him, she would destroy everything that she could in order to get a reaction out of him. He needed to know how it felt to go against the Falcone Dynasty.

[The Joker]

Joker nodded "Yep, the nerdy one" he giggled shaking his head. He noticed the disgust in her voice, but he wasn't bothered by it, in fact, it meant that he had to change her point of view. She had to smile more. The perfect job for a clown. A smile was going to appear on his face, but a very hard slap made him frown. His white cheek was now becoming purple and started pulsing with pain that joined the rest pain of his body. However, the pain didn't bother the clown, it was like a fuel...for something that Sofia was going to face.

Joker observed Sofia looking at her bloody hand and he laughed when she confirmed that she liked it bloody. Then he felt his jacket grabbed so he stopped laughing and saw that Sofia was cleaning her hand on his own jacket. Now, his purple jacket had some red stains "You know...if it wasn't my own blood...I would be very upset" he snapped his tongue.

The clown rose a brow when Sofia laughed again "It's already the second time that I make you laugh" he smiled, some of his teeth were bloody because of the broken lip. The clown sighed "Mine...yours..." he looked at her "...I don't mind" his head tilted on the right "It's a playground!" he smiled again, his voice reached a high tone "We can play together..." the voice lowered in a whisper then a loud laugh filled the place "Want to call me Fido too?" then he said because of the ruffling.

Sofia centered a point when she said that his disappearance had to be un-dramatic. Joker's wasn't un-dramatic. He was a clown! The center of the parties! The spotlight was his! Sofia was going too far now. However, he wasn't going to show her any disappointment on his face, in fact he kept being sarcastic as if he didn't care "If they like white meat" he shrugged laughing again. Hahahaha, jokes!

The clown noticed that Sofia looked at her watch "The carriage is becoming a pumpkin?" he rose a brow faking a serious attitude as if he was really interested "Better go then" he winked at her, his face a mess of purple bruises and blood, his green hair a mess too. He looked like a pathetic person right now. He was givine just a little rope to Sofia, because he hoped that she would hung up herself with it.

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“I don’t actually care” Sofia dismissed the subject with a wave of her hand as she reached the other hand too her forehead, massaging her temples as if this were actually hard work. If she was being completely honest, this was the fun part – the part that she often got a little too carried away with. She inspected her victims face as if it were a work of art. Her canvas was turning all sorts of colors with the blows that she had delivered, causing the smile to grow on her face. She did not understand how he could be so carefree in regards to his situation. Typically, her victims would ne begging her for a second chance by now, but he continued to challenge her. It caused her blood to boil, but thankfully she could just take her anger back out on him – it was an endless cycle.

She drew her hand back once more, this time curling her hand into a tight fist. With a great deal of force, she collided her fist roughly with his already bruised face Her knuckles cracked and she flexed her hand to relieve the mild pain that had radiated from the impact of the punch. “Well I hate to leave, but I have a prior engagement I must attend to. Don’t worry, I will be back to visit after I demolish your little play house. But before I leave, I have a treat.” She smirked. Picking up her fur coat and gloves, she started out of the room, her heels clicking loudly as she walked

Angelo was waiting impatiently behind the door. He instantly peered over her shoulder to insure that the clown captive was still alive, causing Sofia to scowl. She slammed the door to block Angelo’s view from the Joker. “Go wait in the car.” She growled, shoving her belongings into his hands. “I won’t be more than a minute and if I am longer, just leave. You are pissing me off. Where is the Doc?” She asked, as Angelo pointed to a slender man with a gaunt face in the adjacent room. Sofia stormed past her body guard and confronted the Doc. “Give me your strongest sedative. I want the clown knocked out the entire time I am gone, that way he can’t try anything funny.” She waited impatiently as the man fumbled in his black faux leather bag for the demanded materials.

Meanwhile, Sofia addressed the other men as a group. “Under no circumstances are any of you to enter the warehouse, the clown would love the attention and I am not willing to give him even that. I’m going to knock it out and you will all resume watch from the outside. I want men on the perimeter and the roof. If he escapes…shoot him.” Sofia demanded, glaring as one man moved to oppose her. “…but Miss Fa-“ Her look alone was lethal as he stopped speaking instantly. “Would you like to join the clown? I assure you I am a flexible woman and I wouldn’t mind making the accommodations!” Practically screaming the last part, she seized the needle from the Doc’s hand and gave one last roll of her eyes.

She eyed the needle hungrily as she prepared to launch it into his white skin. She would wait until he was knocked out before leaving…just to be sure. Having left her captive alone for nearly fifteen minutes, she pushed open the warehouse doors assuming he would still be strapped to the chair.

[The Joker]

The Joker saw the punch coming, but he couldn't do anything about it. His face twisted hard, some blood came out from his mouth. His only physical reaction, beside of the blood, was the heavy breathing, his chest moving up and down in quick moves. He stayed still with his face on a side for few seconds, then his lips moved in a smile's shape, he licked the blood off his lips again, slowly. The clown listened to all Sofia's words, but he didn't say anything until she was gone "Hope it's candy" he murmured about the treat to the empty place.

No noises. Quietness was the key. Joker knew that he couldn't rise any suspicions, not now. This was the chance, his chance. The crazy clown here could escape from a straitjacket, however this was belt and so it wasn't as flexible as the jacket. He couldn't break the chair because of the noises, but he could slip away from the belts...Sofia liked it bloody, didn't she? The clown had to keep a laugh and that was almost impossible for him, he bit his lip holding the breath until the laugh passed away, a sigh of relief was the reward, no noises "A minute for the memory of the passed away laugh" he thought and another laugh started coming out so the clown giggled a little trying to not make too much noise.

However, his multitasking mind returned to the tied-problem. If he could set his hands free than the rest was simple. His legs were tied to the chair, but that wasn't a problem, he had to take care of his hands first. The belt was tighted all around both his wrists and another belt was tied all around his chest to keep his arms in place behind the chair. That wasn't important either, his hands were, the Joker had only that in mind: his hands, he pictured them behind him, tied with the belt. The clown took a breath...then another...then another one...suddenly he started scraping his wirsts against one another and so against the belt too. Joker was quick...well...not in everything...hehehe! When the clown encountered the bat for the first time...the bat made a little mistake: driving his attention away from him for just few seconds. Quickness. That was the key too...the clown had a lot of keys. Even the key of the place that Sofia wanted to demolish. The Joker ground his teeth thinking about that and scraped more rapidly, he felt some heat around his wrists at some point. The clown smiled, a smile of triumph. Finally. Blood. The pain was almost imperceptible because of the rest.

He kept scraping, he had wounds on the left and right side of the wrists where they met the belt and each other's skin. He felt that one of his gloves was starting to loose, soon it would have fallen on the ground, no biggie. His hands kept scraping each other and blood kept coming out. It was like the oil in this situation. The glove fell down and the belt started loosing. The Joker didn't stop, his eyes vigilant and wide open. There was a noise at some point like something hitting the ground and he didn't feel the tightness around his wrists anymore. Joker moved his arms in quick moves and so the belt around his chest didn't last long too. As soon as he set his upper body free, the Joker un-tied the belts on his feet then he stood up: he was free! Finally!

How much time passed already?

The clown rose up his eyes on the door when he heard some noises from there "Two possibilities: staying in the chair pretending to be still tied and surprise Sofia...or playing a little game" the clown thought and then smiled reasoning out...Saw liked playing games, right?

Joker took the belts and the glove on the floor and ran towards a dark spot, behind a corner. He was hidden and far away from the chair, but he had planty of view of the room. Joker looked down at the belt in his hands, it was funny that a thing that was against him before, it was his weapon now. The clown had to hold another laugh thinking about that and painful bondage and Sofia. He kept observing the door from his hidden spot and saw Sofia with something in her hand...it looked like a syringe "Nice treat...I gotta treat something back! he thought wearing his glove back "But we must play first! Let's start with some hide and seek! Let's see if you can find me..." the Joker twisted the belts around his bleeding wrists as a tourniquet.

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OOC: dunno what I just wrote lol I dunno if I explained well how Joker untied himself, how that worked...I don't even know if that it's good...however, I tried to find a Joker-style-way-out XD

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With a devilish smile and a syringe in hand, she pushed open the door. Expecting to see her captive still tightly restrained to the chair, the disappointment on her face was clear the moment she swept the room. A shout of anger flew from her dark lips, echoing around the high-ceilings of the warehouse. Her free hand was quick to curl into a fist as she started toward the chair. Swearing a string of words in Italian, she aggressively kicked over the empty chair. If flipped over and landed loudly on the cold concrete floor.

Sofia assumed he had left. After all, why would he want to stick around? She assumed that if her captives had the chance to flee – they would. Though it appeared as though he was not a typical captive. Still clutching the syringe, her fit of rage ensued as she kicked the fallen chair once more and wishing it were the clown instead. They had used so many restraints to bind him, what she didn’t notice any were missing. They sat in a collected pile that had been discarded on the floor once he escaped.

Once she was done shouting, she reached into the pocket of her priceless fur coat to retrieve her phone. She called one of the men on the roof tops first, instructing them that anyone that as much as looked like the Joker is to be shot immediately. She didn’t care how many bodies she racked up, but she wanted him gone. Next, she moved to call Angelo. Her fingers tapped against the bright screen of the phone quickly before she put it to her ear, listening to it ring. “Come on, pick up already.” She hissed, eager to blame this all on him. If she would have just killed the clown to begin with, they would not be in this situation and he would still be bound tightly to the chair – without a pulse.

[The Joker]

The Joker had to hold a laugh hearing Sofia's anger. He was still hiding behind a wall with his hands tied in the belt, the blood was starting to stop coming out from the wounds that he did to himself to get out from that chair. He was angry with Sofia for what she had done. Oh, she was gonna pay for it.

Joker smiled hearing Sofia orders. He always liked to be in one's attention. Joker peeked from the corner and saw Sofia with a needle and a phone, he was calling someone, maybe another guest for the party? Because they were gonna have one. With painful screams and everything.

Joker stopped peeking and turned hiding completely behind the corner. He looked at his right and left, frowning. If he wanted to play with Sofia then he had to find his henchmen first and kill them one by one, just to warm things up. Freak her out was a starting. Noticing his henchmen dying hadn't to be a relaxing thing.

The clown walked slowly and silently to the right of the wall, still hidden by it, so he turned seeing some stairs going upstairs where there was a room with a henchman in it. Joker waited that the henchman gave him the back so he used the stairs crouching to make no noises. The henchman turned around exactly when Joker entered in the room, but the clown was quick enough to break the henchman's neck and put him on the floor, silently.

The clown changed his clothes with the henchman's ones and took his guns too, now he looked like one of them. Joker hid his clothes and the henchman in a cabinet in the room and closed the cabinet. Joker was ready to kill the other ones, his disguise could make him fit with the others for a little while, enough time to surprise them and kill. At least that was he thought.

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Sofia swore loudly into the phone, making several phone calls when she finally realized her biggest mistake. She had assumed that the Joker had fled, though after seeking answers from her men guarding the perimeter she quickly discovered that no one had caught sight of the face-painted freak show. Instantly, her reaction was to protect the only one that she did care for. She dialed Angelo once more and ordered him to leave. If the clown did decide to leave, surely her car would be the quickest option out of this part of town. With a regrettable sigh and attempt to argue, Angelo pulled away from the scene with the order to come back in twenty minutes. Sofia was sure that with the men she had on the scene that it wouldn’t take any more time to find the Joker.

With the men outside keeping a watchful eye out for the sight of the clown, Sofia instructed them to shoot on sight – though if they were able only to maim him, that would be ideal. The hot-headed brunette would much rather do the killing herself, especially after this stunt. Shoving the needle into the back pocket of her tight jeans, she turned in a slow circle, aimed and prepared to shoot.

Finding a vantage point behind a number of large crates, she decided it would be best to call the 4 men who remained inside the warehouse. Security wasn’t typically this lean, though Sofia has dismissed the clown as a threat for some time now. She hadn’t prepared for something like this, though she was more than ready to make things right. This time she would be sure to skip the restrains and go right to chains.

She began to call the first, a reliable man who was now dead in a pile. The phone continued to ring and yet there was no answer. She tried once more, already considering a punishment for this man who decided it was cute to neglect his phone. Watching her own back, she started quickly toward the man’s location. Armed and ready to fire at the slightest sound to startle her, Sofia made her way silently. It was only a matter of time before she caught the clown. After all, this warehouse was small compared to most of the others and void of items. It was used for occasions such as this, though the front of her Father’s construction company masked the illegal activities that occurred within its four walls.

It didn’t take long before her brown eyes fell upon the large, limp figure laying on the concrete ground. Sofia hurried toward him only to cringe at the sight. The Joker had gotten to him first. The brunette gritted her teeth and whirled around quickly. Suppressing her screams, she didn’t want to give away her location. For all she knew, he already knew where she was. Quickly, she started toward where she had positioned her other men. She knew that one guarded the ground exit and two were positioned together not far from where she was not. There was certainly power in numbers and Sofia quickly moved to join those two, hoping that the Joker hadn’t gotten to them first,