Chapter 105

Ladybird's P.O.V:

"Wakey wakey, Dear."

I slowly opened my eyes to see the Joker smiling at me a foot from my face.

"Ugh..." I tried to back away but quickly found that I was strapped to a chair.

"Finally, you're awake." He began to laugh maniacally. "I think those goons used too much tranq on you."

I chose to ignore whatever Joker was saying and looked around at my surroundings. All I could see was a metal table full of what I could only assume was torture devices. Other than that, I was in what appeared to be a brick building with large industrial windows that were pained over with an absurd amount a graffiti. Only small amounts of moonlight could be seen peeking in here and there.

"Are you even listening to me?" Joker got directly in front of my face again. "That's very rude. And after all the trouble it took to get you here. Look, Dear... I already chucked that fancy little yoyo of yours into a dumpster along with the ear piece you had in. They are never going to find you."

"Your lack of faith in them is disrespectful." I glared at him. "Where is Robin and Catwoman?"

"There's that snarky attitude I was looking for." Joker began to laugh again. "And don't worry about them. I left them on the floor of that dump. After all, I need them alive so they can see how this all unfolds."

"You disgust me." I say before trying to look behind me.

"That's fine. And go ahead! Look around!" The Joker cackles again as he grabs ahold of the chair and slowly spins it around for me. The chair itself makes an awful screeching sound against the floor as he does this.

The only thing I gather from this is that there are rather large garage type doors that are shut behind her and I think that they are most likely used to load and unload big rigs.

"You enjoying the place?" The Joker steps back and gestures widely to the room. "Cozy, isn't it?"

"What exactly do you plan on doing, Joker?" I asked. I know I needed to buy time.

"Oh, you know... Maybe practice my stand up. Order some pizza now that I'm out of that join. Boy have I missed pizza... And who knows?" He started laughing again. "We might even have a little bit of fun!"

"I have the feeling that your kind of fun and my kind of fun are two totally different things." I deadpanned at him.

"HA HA HA HA! You might just be right.... But we can change that."

"Yeah, well good luck with that. You're going to need it." As I spoke, I tried to see if I could move my hands or feet any to break free but I found that the Joker was more than thorough when it came to making sure I was secure.

"Oh, Deary. I know I can have you laughing before the end of the hour." He said as he walked over to the table to pick up what looked to be a small oxygen tank with bright red 'HA! HA! HA!' written on it.

"Death by laughter, huh?" I asked. "Very original."

"Death? No, no Ladybird. This is a special little concoction I made just for you! I didn't bring you here to kill you." He said with a creepy smile.

"Oh? Should I feel special?" I asked sarcastically.

"HA! HA! HA!" He clapped excitedly. "You are a whole lot more fun than the others." He walked around me for a moment before suddenly grabbing the back of my chair and leaning it back, just barely holding it an inch above the ground as he looked down at me.But you know what I'm looking for, don't you?"

"Someone who can tolerate the sight of your ugly mug?" I said without skipping a beat as I looked directly into his crazed eyes.

Joker just stares at me for a moment before bursting out into maniacal laughter again. "It just keeps getting better and better." He says before snapping the chair in its upright position.

If it wasn't for the fact the I was used to sudden and fast movements, the Joker flinging her chair around would have really disorientated me. I was thankful that I could keep a straight face this whole time. I knew that cracking would result in something bad.

"But no, that isn't what I want from you. I'm looking for that smile that suits you oh so well." He pulls a part of a news paper out of his pants and showed the news article of me in front of the museum smiling widely at the camera. "That right there!" He points to my face on the newspaper. "Is a Joker worthy smile. So, come on... Show it to me. Show it to me!"

"I'd rather smile at dead puppies then smile at you." I gave him a dirty look.

"Oh, good idea!" He begins to clap again. "Do you want me to kill a puppy for you?"

"You're disgusting." I shake my head at him.

"Come on! That was a joke." He laughs. "Just smile already. If you don't then I will just make you." He holds up the tank of his laughing gas. "You can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"I see that you have no faith in your own jokes then. That's almost pitiful."

"You're trying to get a rise out of me, aren't you?" He grins widely at me. "But I can't waste all my good jokes on you now." He steps up to me and brings the tank close to my face. "My stand-up routine isn't for another hour." He slowly begins to release the valve of the tank to let the gas out.

I begin to hold my breath once I realizes what's happening.

"Oh, come on Deary. You can't hold your breath forever."

I try my best to back away from the tank and just as I do, an overwhelming sense of worry comes over me.

"Angel, are you okay?" I hear Damian from inside my head.