Toxic

Play Date and a Reunion

-From Joker's POV-

"HE'S WHAT?" I didn't believe what I was hearing. I looked around me and saw a vase. I picked it up with one hand and pulled it over my head, hurling it at the wall. Scott dodged the line of fire and spoke again.

"Bones is alive and in Gotham, sir. Owns The Great Wall." e said back again. My breaths were shallow as my temper was only growing more and more out of control. He hurt dollface and had the balls to be walking around, breathing and unharmed, in my city?? I set my hands down on my desk and looked down in thought for a minute.

"Cancel the heist I had planned today. Prepare the room in the basement and get me an armored vehicle and an armed team for tonight. We're going on a dinner date." I tell him without looking up. I sat down in my desk chair and swiveled it around so I was looking out the window.

"But sir-" Scott begins trying to reason.

"Scotty that wasn't a question it was an order." I bark back. Without any other words, I hear his boots stomp out of the room and the door close behind him. I just sat for a moment and watched out the window. Dammit dollface, why didn't you kill him?? You had more than one chance. I wasn't mad that I had to go take care of this now. I mean hell, I didn't have to, but I had to, you know? I had no problem killing him. It would be the highlight of my week. I was mad that dollface didn't ice him at our last night at the club. Why didn't she do it? Was she protecting him?? Did she have feelings for him?? I could only feel myself getting more annoyed. I shouted out for one of the workers to come in and clean up the vase and made my way downstairs to the basement where I could play with my guns to prevent me from breaking anymore vases.

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Around 5 PM, I had gotten into my favorite suit, ready to go slaughter this idiot. Dinner time was the busiest for any restaurant, so of course the owner would be there overlooking things. I had my long purple snakeskin coat on and had a submachine gun in my hand. I walked outside and saw Scott and other henchmen loading the truck with weapons and suits. Scott had given the driver directions and everyone was getting inside. "Well boys, it's showtime.".

We pull into the parking lot of his stupid restaurant and swing the doors of the van open. I hop out first and all my men start following behind me. They were suited up, but I didn't care enough to wear one today. I wanted that scum to know it was me. I opened the door of the restaurant with force, causing some customers to look at the source of the noise. Many of them went pale in shock and began scrambling to get their belongings and leave. "Where's the owner?" I barked out at the host.

"Sir, I-" he began stuttering. I pulled up the gun I was carrying and grabbed him by the collar.

"Answer the question boy." I growl out. He quickly changes his answer and tells me he was in an office, all the way at the back of the restaurant on the right. I smiled at his cooperation. "Mmm. Brilliant." and pulled the trigger. By now, most of the restaurant was clearing out, but the gunshots also made some of Bones' men stand guard. As soon as the handful of them pulled their weapons, my men were already on it. They began shooting back in forth as I recklessly made my way to the back office with Scott. I shot the doorknob off and kicked the door open with my foot. He was sitting in there with a gun already drawn out and pointed in the direction of the door when I entered. He was sitting back there doing payroll according to the stack of checks on his desk. I flashed him my evil and psychotic grin. "Bonesy! I've missed you so much!" I yell.

"What the hell do you want?" he asks me. My grin quickly drops as I glare at him.

"Well, I was in the neighborhood and figured we could have a play date." I say as I wave my gun around with my hand gestures. "Now, do we have to make you come with us, or is this going to be easy?" I ask him. His gun was still pointed at me.