Chapter Six- What do you want, JOKER?

                                    

                                          
RECAP
                          
"Nice. See you , H."
                          
"Bye, Sweet"
                          
I step through the door way cautiously and slowly. 
He epically spins around in this fancy chair and giggles. "Hello, Daaarrling"
RECAP END
                          
"WHAT DO YOU WANT, JOKER?!!?"
                          
"Well, I need you to be my puppet. *giggles, stares into my eyes*"
                          
I then notice he is not wearing a shirt and gaze at all of his tattoos, wondering if he is just a maniac, or if there is a story behind them.
                          
"Ugh. I obviously have no choice so what do you want me to do?!!?"
                          
I have no freaking idea where all of this sass came from, but he is annoying. Like, get to the point!
                          
"I am going to rob some banks. Hehe, old news right?!!?... Then, I am going to get arrested. They will send me to the Gotham's 'Finest' Jail. I will break some comrades and myself out, then be sent to Arkham. There, I will repeat the process. You will be my distraction." 
                          
Ha. I hope his 'plan' fails and he gets stuck in the jail, or at least Arkham,I think to myself.
                          
I then find myself hoping he returns fine. Why would I want that maniac to be OKAY?!!?
                          
"What if I mess up?"
                          
"Oh, sweetheart, you won't. Trust me. You don't want to know what will happen to you if you do. *giggles*"
                          
"Ugh fine. I hate you by the way."
                          
"No you don't. I know you like what you see. Hehe."
                          
"Think what you want."
                          
"*giggles* Harley, take 'er to 'er room please."
                          
"Alright, Jay."
We go to the second floor of the factory. On the way to 'my room' along these dirty,rusty, brown walls, we pass a door that has a big yellow caution sign on it. 
"*SCREEEEEEEAAAAAM*" 
A girl about my age screams. 
                          
"Oh, Sweet, don't mind it. His last 'puppet' messed up real bad. My puddin' don't hurt nobody without a reason."
                          
"O-Oh. Ok."
                          
We get to another rusty brown door. This one has SWEETHEART written in red, smelly stuff. 
                          
"H, is that from his last puppet?"
                          
"The SWEETHEART in blood? Yes, Sweet. I'm sorry, it is her blood."
                          
"Blech.*gags slightly*"
                          
"Well, try to sleep"
                          
"Okay. *weakly smiles*"
                          
"G'Night, Sweet"
                          
"Night, H."