There had been so much rage, so much hatred that had run through Jason and heโd just thrown himself into tracking people down and ending them. Mostly people that had connections, in some way, to the man he was intent on getting his revenge on. The Joker had many allies, many people that were willing to do his dirty work for him and if Jason had to go through each and every one of them to get to the clown, then he would. no questions asked.ย
Nothing was done half assed by him, it was all or nothing and with the mood that he was in that particular night, Jason was going to show no mercy on anyone who stepped in his way.
Jason may have been a killer but in his eyes, he was ridding the world of all of itโs scum. He hated what the joker stood for in every single way and the fact that the clown had ruined his entire life was also obviously a sore point. Maybe one day heโd face Bruce again, ask him why he abandoned him, why he left him at the mercy of the joker. He knew a lot about the movements of the men that worked for the joker over various parts of the city but this little faction was causing more and more trouble lately and he knew that the Joker had to be paying a visit sooner rather than later.ย
It felt like it had been such a long time coming, to get to this point. When he saw The Joker there, grinning at him, it was like it lit a further fire underneath his rage and it heightenend ten fold.ย โParty? More like a funeralโฆโ He said gesturing to the mess of fallen men.ย โYouโre gonna join themโฆ.but iโm going to make you suffer first.โ he wasnโt the same person that Joker had tortured and ruined before. He was strongerโฆa little broken in the mind and the body but most definitely stronger. Narrowing his eyes, he moved closer, one hand with a gun down by his side and the other out in front, pointing right between the jokerโs eyes.ย โThis has nothing to do that that bastard and donโt mention him to me again!โ His voice was harsh and loud as he pressed the barrel of the gun against the others head.ย โI donโt need anyone to do anything for meโฆ..just like i never needed it before.โ
He shook his head and put the gun at his side in his holster and reached to fist the clownโs shirt in his hands, pulling him to him, other gun staying where it was, pressed right against his head,ย โAre you ready to die?โ
Heโd almost feel bad for the kid if werenโt so damn PREDICTABLE. It really took all the fun out of it. He was a bad cliche with a gun. An angry little boy with a chip on his shoulder, forever in the shadow of his big bad DADDY. He should sell the rights. Make a killing. Itโd make for spectacular tv. Of course when the show ended with father and son both being devoured by rabid dogs, it might lose its appeal. Oh well.
Another laugh, louder and CRUELER than before racked through his body as the boy jerked him forward. Death wasnโt nearly as SCARY as he thought it was. In fact, it was pretty funny. To have gone through all this only to be taken out by a angst ridden little WORM. HA HA HA. ย โ Nothing to do with him?! โ he mocked, his hands moving to curl around Jasonโs, pressing the barrel tight against his forehead, tight enough to feel the pain. His gaze with filled with nothing but excitement. Maybe a touch of mirth. This was far from over. Because he wasnโt as resolved as he claimed. No. No no no no! Far from it. He was a goddamn wrecking ball. Ready to destroy but USELESS without a crane. He was lost. Scrambling around like a chicken with its head cut off waiting to find answers. But heโd find none. He never would. Not until he learned one simple itsy bitty truth about the world.
ITโS NOT FUCKING F A I R.
โ It has EVERYTHINโ ta do with him! Heโs the reason for all this. For everythinโ ya do. Heโs the reason yer lifeโs in tha crapper. Heโs the reason ya were ever on my radar. And heโs the reason yer standing here now! HA! So angry at Dada, โ He adopted a falsetto whine, a feint pout crossing his lips, ย โ and yet, here ya are. Still doing what ya think he would. STILL trying to get โis approval. Maybe if ya ask real nice, heโll let ya lick his balls some day! โ The clown cackled madly, careless that his taunting could end in his own death. What was life without a little risk? Besides, the kid wouldnโt kill him. He couldnโt. He still wanted answers. Poor kid.
In a flash he drove his knee forward straight into his groin, taking advantage of their oh-so-close proximity. He seized the gun, but instead of using it, he tossed it to the side. It clattered with a metallic thud several yards away from them. He turned back to him, his expression growing darker, the grill on his teeth GLINTING in the low light. ย โ Ya just donโt GET it, do ya kid? Yer not angry about what I did. Yer pissed I made ya see the truth! Thaโ your hero, the guy ya changed ya whole life for, doesnโt give a ratโs ass about ya. Ya thought he was the KNIGHT of Gotham, ya thought ya meant something to โim. But no. He threw ya right on ta my path. He KNEW what would happen boy! Anโ he did it anyway! Then when it all blew up, guess whaโ? HE LEFT YA. Left ya with a man he knew ainโt got an ounce of mercy. Ya ainโt mad at me. But cha donโt got the spine to go after HIM. โ
Oh how heโd MISSED this. Toying with the kid. Slamming the obvious truths right under his nose and waiting for that glorious moment when he finally saw it. How many times would they dance this dance? How many times would Jason Todd protect the thing that let him down the MOST?
