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The room was dark and cold and Joker lay on the floor arms spread wide, drunk and miserable. A circle of knives and guns surrounded him. Beyond that was still another circle with more guns and knives and hatchet and blades just waiting for him to pick his favorite then take it to his neck and slice all the way through.

He didn't think he'd ever miss her. After all, she offered him was nothing beyond total subservience and unconditional love. Traits he was absolutely certain could easily be replaced by adopting some mangy, flea-bitten shelter dog.

But finding another sex-starved, Mallet-wielding psychopath didn't turn out to be quite that easy. Even though he wanted to take a drill to her head every time she called him puddin' orMr. J, he actually craved that now.

Where are you, you Looney Tune? Your puddin' wants you. Joker was lying in the center of the room, hidden in the shadow. He reached for the long knife and gripped the weapon tight in his hand. He had hoped that as soon as he touched the knife, Jonny would come bursting in with good news on Harley's whereabouts. But he didn't come.

Gripping the knife handle tighter Joker let out a cackle that sounded more like a sob more than anything. But no one was there to hear or see the tears spilling down his face. He slowly started to pull the knife towards him. Dragging it along the carpeting towards his body.

Don't worry you Looney Tune, your puddin' is coming back home to you. He lifted the knife up and put it near his throat. For a moment he waited, he waited for Frost to come barging in any moment now with the best news ever. But again he never came.Your puddin' is coming home real soon I promise.

He pressed the cold metal blade against his neck hard and he slowly dragged the blade across his skin, making a deep cut in his neck. Once he got to the end slowly the life from his eyes began to fade. Memories from the first day met her to the last day her saw her all rushed through his head. Every single memory.

The Joker's eye lids closed slowly as his heartbeat slowed down. Your puddins' home now forever I promise. His eyes shut all the way and his heart stops beating. His body goes cold and stiff. He's home now and that's all that matters to him.