The creaking of her ceramic joint grew louder, no words came out as she began to tremble in earnest, in a sick combination of disgust, shame, and fear, the sound dying only when she sank to her knees, couldn't even be bothered or capable of making it the few steps to the side to his bed or a chair.
She just slowly folded where she stood as the truth of what that meant slowly filled her mind.
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Black was his butler.
They'd gone to Father's mansion.
Father and Joker were dead.
[She'd told Black who Father was.
The creaking of her ceramic joint grew louder, no words came out as she began to tremble in earnest, in a sick combination of disgust, shame, and fear, the sound dying only when she sank to her knees, couldn't even be bothered or capable of making it the few steps to the side to his bed or a chair.
She just slowly folded where she stood as the truth of what that meant slowly filled her mind.
She killed Joker.]