"Fucking prick, asshole, what the fuck did you thing you would find in this fucking club." Melissa slammed her hands down on the edge of a chair that a young 16 year old was sitting at. A black automatic gun rested in her right arm  with black gloves that went up to her elbow. Her outfit was a light purple tube top that cut right underneath her breasts , and a miniskirt with chains, and a belt slung up even higher than mid thigh. The black high heel boots only completed her outfit, and her white, and pink mask with a black diamond on the left side made it so that one could tell she was the Jester.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I, I, Iâ€¦."</span>The boy stuttered stiffening his back on the chair like a fearful boy that he was.<br/><br/>"You wanted to be coolâ€¦well let me tell you somethingâ€¦" She slung herself around the chair to straddle the boy, holding the gun to his head. " An eye for an eye â€¦â€¦is my modo but no one can simply have a modo now can they?" Her voice rang through the back of the club with ease. The man once again hardened, and became stiff this time from arousement and fear. " You want to be a criminalâ€¦live the streets like a Jackal â€¦boy do you stupid fucks no nothing about crimeâ€¦what is your darkest desire? What is itâ€¦" She leaned in her tits just barely touching the boyâ€™s chest, and moved her head inches to his ear so that her breath sent shivers down his neck. " That makes you scream? Is it death? Is it Lust? Is itâ€¦reality?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Itâ€™s itâ€™s!!!!" </span>He stuttered shivering from the lingering sense of her.<br/><br/>"No need to answer boy â€¦Iâ€™ve had enough of this fucking game. You want to be badâ€¦but there is nothing for you to fucking lose. Real evilâ€¦is losing what is thereâ€¦not what isâ€¦not there. And that my lovely friend is the words from a jester. Next time you want to rip off your dealerâ€¦oh wait there wonâ€™t be." She cocked her gun keeping pointed at his forehead then kissed the boyâ€™s cheek and clicked the tricked as she leaned back. Four automatic bullets went through the boyâ€™s head. "Oh I forgotâ€¦" She stood up with a bit of a perky attitude. "There wonâ€™t be a next time fucker." Her body turned to face the door , and she stepped out of the room and into the lit up club where sluts and hookers danced to get money for their next fix, and the drinkers drank till they couldnâ€™t remember where the fuck they were.<br/><br/>This was her land nowâ€¦No she couldnâ€™t allow herself to think of Harvey two faced now, or Batman. She was stronger than that. She left the club leaving the empty brains of the boy behind. The club could say whatever the fuck they wanted but she was definitely not a conspicuous looking person with a gun and all.<br/><br/>The streets were busy at this darkened hour, and she made her way walking down the side walk with her gun strapped to her skirt. Cars breezed by her looking at her for all she was worthâ€¦and she wanted that. If she could get a free ride tonight and kill them the less chance a tramp would have to make money. Something that if they loosed they would go insane. The world revolves around money, sex, betrayal, and feeds from the weak.  The hate that the righteous have is despicable. She was a vagabond with money simply because she stole everyoneâ€™s money that she killed. There was no for her to go, and so her pace was slow with not a care in the world for the dead, or fear of Batman. All Batman was â€¦was a man that tried to rid the world of what it wasâ€¦.and so he would failâ€¦or at least the scum wanted him to. She on the other hand wanted to test his resolveâ€¦.after losing everything what did the vanishing hero still feel? What made him scream?