Twisted Revenge (-Joker-)

[Joker]

Hearing her talking after he pulled her mask off, Joker raised an eyebrow and turned his head slightly as though he hadn't heard her. Why would he want to go after her family? He didn't go after families. No, that was a lie. He did go after families, but only when he wanted to hurt who they were related to. Normally it was the families of his goons that he went after... They were insurance in case his goons decided to try backing out or turning on him and, so far, it had worked... Almost as well as just killing them had. But today wasn't one of those days. He didn't want to hurt her. He wanted to hurt Gordon. It was Joker brand revenge. Maybe he should make a product called that. Could be fun.

When she told him that she would do anything he wanted, Joker laughed a little and grinned. He didn't want her to do anything for him. He didn't need her to, either. Seeing what she'd do if she thought her family were in danger was tempting, but so was killing her and sending Gordon the body and he wasn't about to do that. No. No. He was going to have fun with her. Well, he was going to have fun. With her or not was another matter altogether but he would have fun. He ignored her scream as Stitch began stitching her up and giggled softly. Joker's dark, seemingly hollow eyes bore into her blue ones coldly as the grin remained on his painted lips, stretched by the gruesome scarring that rested under the red paint.

"Oh Blake. Blakey, Blakey, Blakey..." He sighed softly and shook his head, rolling his eyes subtly while still holding onto one of her wrists with his, his other hand still holding her mask. "Why would I want anything from you?" He asked, his words on the edge of a snarl. "This isn't personal." He told her, his voice barely above a whisper. He giggled again, looking her in the eye as best he could while he ignored Stitch, who continued his work silently. "The Blakes aren't in any..." Joker gave a sigh and looked thoughtful, searching for the right word amongst the chaos of words and descriptions in his mind. Additional. Yes. That sounded about right. "Additional danger." He told her, the grin not reappearing after the thoughtful expression had passed. He looked as serious as Joker could look before he glanced around.

She spoke again, drawing Joker's attention back to her. His head turned sharply as she spoke. Joker's hands moved to grab her wrists again roughly as he leaned close to her - closer than before at any rate - and glared at her with a snarl sitting on his face. The snarl warped into something somehow worse as she spat in his face and he moved to grab her throat hard with one hand, the other now putting the mask into his pocket as he leaned towards her some more, making sure that she would be able to feel his breath on her face if he chose to breath - or speak - in her direction.

"And then he changed her. He took my Harley and warped her into..." He looked uncertain and shrugged before the snarl was back and his eyes were once again trying to bore into hers. "Something broken. And now I'm going to do the same, Officer Blake." He grinned dementedly, his eyes almost glittering with the thought that he was going to break her. Oh, it would be fun. Yes it would. So much fun... Not for her, probably, but for him? Certainly.

As she commented on his joke, Joker laughed harshly, putting his definitely empty had into his pocket. He put a joker card from within the pocket between his index and middle finger and held his hand up sideways next to him, the palm facing her and the card hidden from view. Moving quickly so that she probably wouldn't be able to tell how he'd done it, Joker balled his fist and pressed the card against his middle finger with his thumb before he moved his index finger around to the back of it and held it with his index finger and thumb, allowing her to see the joker card almost fully except for where his finger was.

"Who said I was funny, Toots?" He asked, grinning now while he continued to show her the card, waiting for the go ahead from Stitch that would mean he'd be able to drag her to the van and then they'd be able to go... This would be fun...

((Notes: No worries. Got 767 words from that. XD The beginning isn't as good as the last attempt at this reply but I like the ending. Oh, the trick in case my description was confusing. GIF is a scene from BRB from The Joker Blogs.))

[Amelia Raven Blake]

Amelia glared at him. "Who knows what you want," she snapped. "Then why not just let me die here?" Her blue eyes were hard but even Amelia couldn't hide the pain. "Why have him stitch me up?" She didn't understand what he wanted with her, if anything. She didn't like how he'd said 'additional', but she calmed herself by saying that what they did put them in danger and he just met that nothing that happened to them would be his doing.

As he roughly grabbed her other wrist, holding it tight enough that Amelia feared it would break, she tried to step away, but his face was there very close to hers. She wasn't just frightened, she was suddenly terrified. She remember situations like this before with Liam, Sully, all those ghosts from her past and she didn't like reliving them in anything other then memories. She kept her eyes, however cold as his hand curled around her throat. His grip was hard, hard enough to cause a struggle when she breathed. Just hard enough that it would be agonizingly hard for her to breathe, but not so tight that it took all her ability to breathe away. She felt his breath on her face and she squirmed, trying to break away.

"She changed herself, she choice to change," Amelia growled. "Broken!?" she laughed harshly. "If anyone broke her it was you. If anything, Jim fixed her. Because of him she got to live a normal life for a while, and then you had to come back." Her easy line of indifference warped into a small snarl of distaste, "Why the hell did you have to come back?" Now she knew she'd be forced to break every rule that the GCPD was taught. She could no longer take aim and shoot Harley, it just wouldn't be possible that the two had grown into something like friends. The blonde tried not to pay too much attention to the words of 'and now i'm going to do the same, Officer Blake.'

She barely even blinked as she watched the card fly around in his hand, whatever it was he was doing didn't concern her. She didn't care what he was doing, it was just something to distract her from the pain that continued to stab her through the side. Although, despite herself, she was rather interested in what he was doing and if it had a point or if it was just purely something he did to amuse himself. Then again, Amelia honestly didn't care.

"Who said I was funny, Toots?" He asked, grinning now while he continued to show her the card, waiting for the go ahead from Stitch that would mean he'd be able to drag her to the van and then they'd be able to go... This would be fun...

She rolled her eyes at him as the pricks of pain ended and she was able to relax her muscles, the tension rolling from them. Amelia didn't answer his question, she didn't need to, there was no answer that she could give him. She just fixed him with a glare.

[[Notes - I have no idea how long this is, but I do know that it sucks. Sorry I didn't reply sooner! D:]]