Trigger Warning! This chapter isn't for the faint-hearted proceed with caution. As I watch Joker work behind the mirror, I wonder if he is losing his touch or if Randall was that hard of an egg to crack. He has ripped off fingernails, pulled teeth, put in the freezer, beat and waterboarded. The man has been at it for hours, and Joker almost looks more tired than Randall, who keeps giving Joker a bloody smile. I know the tactic well, wanting Joker to get pissed off enough to kill him. The door opens behind me, and I glance to see Queenie walking into the room. “Still nothing?” She sat beside me, crossing her arms and glaring at Joker and Randall. I wonder if she knows who she is more pissed at? “No, nothing has changed in the last 30 minutes since you checked in last time.” My voice was harsh, but I couldn’t help it and wouldn’t be apologizing for it. She fucked up Jack’s head, in return fucked up the mission to retrieve Randall. Now she has Joker also off his game since he is worrie
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