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The Joker had spent the last week fussing over Harley, pampering her, treating her like his Queen deserved to be treated. He had behaved! Mostly.
He hadn't mentioned anything that they spoke about that night to her at all, he hadn't mentioned Griggs, or how he was going to kill him, but that doesn't mean that he hadn't been thinking about those things. Every minute of every day had been spent thinking of the many, many ways he could inflict severe pain upon Griggs. The idiot harmed Harley, and that was all it took for overpowering hatred to consume the Joker. Yes, he had SO many ways to hurt him, and he was going to. He just had to be patient. Which was one thing the Joker really wasn't very good at.
In Gothem, the Joker was the King of Crime, everyone knew that, and everyone feared him. They all knew that Harley was his Queen, and they all knew that no-one EVER touches her. Or there'd be trouble. Big trouble. So, when Joker put the word out that he wanted someone to be found, and brought to him, alive, everyone jumped to attention, and did exactly as he said.
Griggs was found within a week, and the Joker was absolutely delighted with the news. One of his henchmen delivered the news. "He's waiting for you in the pit, Mr J," he mumbled, and left quickly, the Joker's maniacal laughter following behind him.
"Good," the Joker said, grinning.
"Go tell Harley!" He called after the retreating figure. "Tell her to come join us. Preferably with her mallet. And gun." His laugher echoed throughout the mansion.
Griggs was tied to the chair, sitting at a table, his mouth taped shut, and chains wrapped around him.
"Well, well, well," the Joker smirked. "What have we here?"
He leaned forward and ripped the tape from Griggs' mouth, causing him to yell out.
"You sick bastard! Let me go! I didn't even do nothing to your precious little bitch!" He shouted.
The Joker grinned. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have ourselves a fighter!" He turned round and spun on his heel, his arms outstretched, as if addressing an audience. He spun in a circle, then turned around quickly, grabbing Griggs' chin.
"You don't get to speak about her like that. In fact, you don't get to speak about her at all. In fact, just don't speak, full stop!"
He glanced down to see Griggs glaring at him.
"Oh, you think that scares me?" He grinned, pretending to shake. "Oh, mommy, come help me! The big, bad Griggs is scaring me!"
The Joker punched Griggs in the face, smiling when he winced in pain.
"Ooh, that drew blood," he smirked, gesturing to Griggs' newly split lip. "Want me to call a nurse for you?" He said, taunting him.
He turned away from Griggs, and paced backwards and forwards. Suddenly, he stopped, and tilted his head back.
"Somebody get me a chair!" He yelled, his voice echoing in the dark, empty space. Almost immediately, a minion ran in with a metal chair, and unfolded it for him. The metal scraped against the floor, making a screeching noise. The henchman scurried away, and the Joker pulled up the chair so that he was only inches away from Griggs.
"Now, I want to know why you thought it was a good idea to hurt my Harley. And for every time I get an answer I don't like, I'm gonna cut one of your fingers off," he said menacingly, retrieving a knife from a pocket.
"Understood?"
He waited.
"I'm expecting an answer. Maybe something along the lines of, 'Yes, master', or 'Yes, Your Majesty', ya know? Something simple." He grinned.
Griggs stayed silent, staring at the Joker.
"Ooh, wrong answer! You're making Daddy angry! But I'll give you one more try. Ya ready? Why did you hurt Harley?"
Griggs spat in his face.
"Well you had your chance!" The Joker smirked, and brought the knife down quickly onto Griggs' left forefinger. He screamed out in pain, writhing in his seat.
"I warned you! Now, let's try again. Why did you think it was okay to hurt Harley?"
Griggs stayed silent again.
"Wrong choice!" The Joker's laughter echoed as he sliced Griggs' middle finger off as well, and watched as a small pool of blood began to gather on the table. Griggs screamed again, and yelled at the Joker.
"Why do you care?! She's nothing more than your personal whore anyway! Find a new one! Let me go!"
The Joker's eyes darkened in rage.
"How dare you," he started, the veins bulging in his neck.
"Harley Quinn is not a whore, let alone my personal one. She is simply not comparable to them, and I suggest you don't, ever again. Don't ever disrespect her, my Queen, ever again! Harley Quinn, is more of a man than you could ever be! And for crying out loud, she's one of the most feminine females I know!" He broke off, muttering to himself softly.
"Then again, I don't know too many females," he trailed off.
There was a brief pause as he pondered over these thoughts, and his next actions.
But, for that comment," he said, the malicious glint returning to his eyes, "You get another reward!" He sliced the next finger off, and watched on as Griggs cried out, struggling frantically against his bonds.
"Now, let's play a new game," the Joker said, relishing in the look of panic that appeared on Griggs' face when he said this. "For every inconvenience I can think of that you have caused to myself or Harley, I'm going to poke you with my knife. If it's really bad, I might even cut another finger off!"
The heat and nerves were beginning to show themselves on Griggs' forehead, and small droplets of sweat ran down his temples.
"Hmm," the Joker said, eyeing it warily. "We have the blood, we have the sweat, Ladies and Gentlemen, all we need now are tears!" He laughed manically, throwing his head back, his laughter echoing through the small, dark room, ringing in Griggs' ears.
Forty-five minutes later, Griggs was covered in small, bleeding holes all over his body, and had let out a series of shrieks and screams. Some barely scratched the surface, and some were deep. The pool of blood on the table was beginning to increase in size from all the knife pricks covering his arms and hands. Blood dripped down his legs, falling to the floor at his feet.
Just then, Harley skipped in, swinging her mallet. "Hey, Puddin," she said, sauntering over to him and wrapping herself round him.
The Joker grinned. "Ah, my sweet, at last! Did ya bring your gun, Harls?"
"You bet I did!" She exclaimed, gesturing to the waistband of her shorts.
"Good, good," he purred, gazing at her.
"Now then!" The Joker cried, twirling Harley away from him, "Back to business!" He glared at Griggs, then turned to Harley, spinning on his heel.
"Harley Quinn. MY Harley Quinn. This man stands accused of attacking you, hurting you, beating you, hitting you, injecting you with chemicals, denying you food or drink, letting rats run over you, ogling you, making lewd comments about you," The Joker paused, making eye contact with Griggs. "Oh yeah, and HURTING YOU!" He yelled, causing Griggs to flinch. "So I'm doing the same to him!" The Joker smirked.
"Okay, Puddin," Harley replied, eyeing Griggs.
"Now Harls, I'll admit, I've had my fair share of the fun so far, so now, it's your turn!" He exclaimed excitedly.
Harley walked over to the table and faced Griggs. "Hey!" She smirked. "Looks like the tables have turned now," she giggled.
Authors' Note - Hope you enjoyed! I'm considering about doing another chapter, so let me know what you think!