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Joker put a single finger to Vice's chest, and pushed lightly, makig him fall down, just like in the cartoons. Once he landed, the clown stood over his fallen opponent's chest, crouched down to look him face to face, and said, "Jolt's on you! Ha HA!"

C.J. smiled, fumbling with the lock with the toolbox. "You're welcome, Misty." he said, opening the box. Well, kid . . . it's now or never. However, the cat didn't hook me up with tickets or something like that. Ah what the hell. he thought as he paused for a minute.

"I know dis sounds a bit strange comin' from some'un ya just met, but whatcha doin' next weekend?" he asked.

Sapphire paused a moment and stared at him. "N-next weekend? I...don't know. It usually depends on what major crisis is going on." she replied. Was he....oh boy.




The little witch gave Joker a look that let him know exactly who's side she was on. She moved over to Vice and sat down on the floor right beside him, crossing her arms. "Not much of a cat person." she replied.

Joker shrugged, looking completely unhurt, and unsurprised. "Oh, well, I guess the spoiled brat ought to stick with the loser, anyways. You'd probably do nothing but complain about not having some special magic room, or some other garbage." The clown then knelt down next to Vice, bent over Vice so that his face was mere inches from Vice's, and said in an extremely evil voice, that was only surpassed by the sinister grin that he was wearing, "And as for you... I want you to tell glossy Gossy that Joker's back, he's still got a Rosie, and if she wants to see her again, she'll have to wait until I'M ready. She'll get an invitation WHEN I'm ready, and she will come ALONE. YOU will not come. This spoiled little magic rich kid that's ALSO called Rosie will ALSO not come. If either one of you two DO come, the deal will be off. Gossamer knows me well enough to know that, despite my name, I mean EVERYTHING I'm telling you." He straightened his torso up some, and turned his head to face his Rosie. "Rosie, dear? Aim your gun at that little brat's foot. If you think she's so much as THINKING about using magic, shoot it, then aim for a hand."

"Thank you sweetie..." Joker said, turning back to Vice. "And now, back to you..." He moved his right hand right next to Vice's face, and flicked his wrist. A knife shot out, cutting through Vice's cheek from the impact. "Here's a little something to help you remember the message I gave you..." The clown grabbed the handle of the knife, pulled it out, and cut into the flesh of Vice's cheek, not going through it like the blade did when it first shot out, but enough to be sure of some very serious scarring. Then, he started to do the same thing to the other side, intending to leave a very Heath Ledger-style carved smile on Vice's face, permanently.

As the blade shot through Vice's cheek, he growled out in pain. With his phasing powers, it had been YEARS since he last felt any actual pain. Needless to say, he wasn't used to it.


The witch's eyes widened at the sound of Vice's scream, and she whipped her attention to Joker rather than the gun.
"STOP IT!!" she shouted at him, moving just the slightest bit towards Joker.

The gun went off, and there was suddenly a fery sharp pain between her toes. Rosie screamed and jumped back around, looking down at her foot. There was a large hole in the tip of her shoe, and blood had began seeping out of it and onto the floor.
The gun made a noise again and Rosie's attention shot back up at the gun.

"That was a warning. Don't move or I'll do more than graze you." the little Joker warned, the gun still aimed and ready to fire again. She knew that should be enough. The other one wouldn't move unless she was really, really willing to be shot in order to try and save Vice.

The girl wasn't. She just stared at the gun, tears welling up in her eyes as she listened to Vice. This wasn't the first scar he'd ever had. He had black marks all over his body, and long one's down his face. It was just.....she'd never heard him in pain before.



By the time Joker was done carving, black blood had covered the floor around Vice's head. His teeth were clenched together, and he was trying not to make any more noise. Swallow as much of the pain as he could.

//// Ack, ninja post....I can't edit on this laptop, so..... ^^ '' ////



Sapphire had been quiet for a long moment, trying to decide. It would be nice to go out with someon that was actually her age, wans't ungodly rich, had some violent vendetta, or currently in a relationship.
But.....should she even try for a date? She'd have to tell him eventually about her......little problem.


"Yeah." she replied finally, smiling. "I'd like that. I really would."

The Joker, satisfied with his work, wiped the knife clean on Vice's clothes. "There. I'm sure you'll remember to pass my little message along now, won't you?" The clown then patted Vice's shoulder, as though everything that had happened had been nothing at all. "No, no, no need to answer. I'm sure you'll do fine. Why you look so happy to have the job! I just KNEW I could count on you!" He looked at his hands, and noticed for the first time that his gloves were covered with Vice's black blood. Trying to wipe as much of it onto Vice's clothes as he could, he said to Rosie, "Alright, Rosie, time to go! We've got a lot to do if we want to see your mom soon!"