Frosty's bad day
A/N: My one and only Mistah J @whyarentyoulaughingj demanded fluff and this was the best I could come up with
Today was an absolutely terrible day for Johnny Frost. The heist had gone incredibly wrong. Gotham National Bank was a difficult target without a time constraint,but the Joker insisted on a full plan within 72 hours. Johnny cut corners in planning in order to meet the deadline, and a faulty getaway vehicle caused The Joker and his men to retreat to the stronghold.
Sweaty and masked men that followed the green haired mastermind, pooled into the stronghold and all eyes fell on Frost. The men that once envied how Frost quickly rose up the ranks of the gang, now believed that they would witness his death. The razor sharp tension filled the room, and Frost hung his head in pure submission.
Frost’s head was running a mile a minute and he knew he was going to die. All he could hope for was an ounce of mercy and a quick death at the hands of J, though this was not something he deserved. In front of everyone, Frost dropped to his knees, and the sound of his gun dropping echoed in the room. None of the men would even exhale. While working for The Joker was often viewed as a deathwish, most begged for forgiveness rather than preparing for death.
“Get out. Everyone, get out! Or I'll paint the walls with everybody’s blood!” The Joker called out and watched his men scurry out of the room before walking the room like a hyena encircling their prey.
Frost remained completely still with his head on the floor. “Tsk. Tsk. You made a lot of trouble for Daddy today.” J sneered and delivered with a swift kick to Frost’s sternum, but he remained completely silent.
J pulled out his famous purple pistol and unclicked the safety “Johnny, what does Daddy to do troublemakers?”
“You kill them, sir.”
“Well Johnny, I have other plans that require you having a heartbeat. Don’t worry little Johnny, I have a way for you to make it up to me”