Previously entitled MONSTER
BATMAN: THE KILLING JOKE FANFICTION
A nameless man appears behind his skull. Familiar sketch, a familiar event- the emotions he have buried for so long. Joker is lost for those pictures that keep on haunting him, especial...
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YOU OFFER ME what?" Jack asked.
Elmer slid forward the bag and when Jack took to see what's inside, he gasped when a red mask appeared.
"It's the redhood's," he whispered when he leaned closer so that no one would hear. "Where did you guys get it?"
"No questions, Jack," George answered. "We need you later at night. It's a large amount of money, bud."
Swallowing, Jeannie's face slipped in his mind. If he agreed to their dark intentions, they wouldn't need to worry about their everyday lives. He could now support her, he could now give everything she would wish for. A slight happiness blossomed in his chest as he visioned the life they might have. However, would Jeannie be happy?
He admitted that he was distressed and tired of thinking on how to earn money— but robbing or doing dirty things never flashed into his mind.
"I—I can't. . ." Jack said when he gave it back. "My wife would be mad at me if I did something stupid." He wrapped his arms around him. "Plus, I never want to go back in there because it creeps me. I mean. . . I don't know." Jack then scratched the rear part of his head as he pulled out a deep breath. "It gives chills in me that's why I quitted the job."
"Being practical is needed in able to survive, Jack," Elmer said, gritting his teeth. "All you have to do is to dress as the redhood while we're doing the rest. And, you won't tell her about this okay? It's only the three of us. . ."
He gulped; every muscle in his body tensed up. There were things playing behind his head, whispering to grab it but then he chose not to let his own trick him.
". . .you just need to get the attention so that we could work freely." Elmer continued.
Standing up, George shifted next to him, clutching his arm around his neck. "Listen, Jack. Everything is planned. We're friends back at the same job we used to work for. Remember, I helped you with money when your wife became ill. And now, I need you to help us. Where's your gratitude?"
"But—"
"Nobuts," he whispered to his ear. "You'll meet us or bad things will happen? Your choice, friend."
When the conversation with them had ended, Jack was left on the table, shivering because of the threat they dropped. On that moment, no one ever crossed in his mind, no other than his pregnant wife. Worries and fears were marked in his eyes, mopping his face through his sweaty palms as if it could wash them away. It was like being trapped in a hole he never created. Why he was surrounded with dirty people, and luckless at the same time?
