The Ace Of Chaos

I was enjoying my off time earlier today. I've been hanging around LA a lot. There's this one diner I tried out recently that serves great food. And the waitress there is pretty cute. I haven't really gotten over my last girlfriend (the one who Crow MURDERED!!) but I have to say, this girl has a great as- PERSONALITY!!

Well, anyway, I was enjoying a chocolate cheese cake when the Black Joker walked in. Didn't recognize him at first without the mask, but it became pretty clear who he was after he started talking.

"I need you to come with me," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"We need your assistance feeding the Ace of Chaos," he said.
"Come again?" I said.
"He doesn't require as much food as our other prisoners, so we only feed him once a month," he explained. "He is a dangerous man, so I never go in there without backup."
"Why me?" I asked, continuing to eat my cheesecake.
"Everyone else except Damien is busy, and I need you both with me," he said.
"I thought this was my day off," I said.
"Not anymore," he said.

So then we went to the dungeon, to the locked up room. The Black Joker, with his mask back on, opened the door cautiously. There was a man inside, chained to a wall. He was starved looking, and had a mask on. It resembled a vertical eye with a large black pupil, surrounded by chains, and overlapped by an intricate letter A.

"Finally got around to bringing me food, eh?" he asked.
"Shut up," the Joker said, crossing the large room halfway. He set the food tray, which held gross looking food that nobody should be able to eat, and slid it across the ground to the Ace Of Chaos.
"I you were within range, I would remove my mask and spit in your face," he said.
"Is this the dangerous guy we're supposed to be worried about?" Damien chuckled. "He looks like nothing!"
"Shut up, Damien," the Joker growled under his breath.
"What did you do to get yourself locked up in here!?" Damien called at him.
The Ace chuckled. "I romanced the Vision," he said.
That was a shocker. I was definitely not expecting him to say that. I just had to ask the question.
"If you're the man who the Game Master resents so much, why does he let you live?" I asked.
"Because he's a cruel bastard," he replied. "He doesn't want to see me die, he wants to see me suffer."
"So if you're the guy who plowed the Vision, that makes you Malkator's old man, right?" Damien asked.
At this point, the Black Joker face-palmed. Mask-palmed. Whatever.
"I-I still have descendants?" the Ace asked.
"Not for long," Damien cackled. "He'll be dead soon."

And then everything went to hell. The Ace broke from his chains and sped across the floor so fast I barely saw him move. He punched the Joker and sent him flying. Then, this glowing thing, sort of like Saturns rings, appeared around his body. It spun rapidly as he charged at Damien. Next thing I know, Damien's on the floor with his arms and legs chopped off. Then he came at me. He was fast, and powerful. Whatever power he was using, it wasn't Eldritch. It was... something else.

We had an intense fight, but then She suddenly took over.

"Stop!" she demanded, using my lips.
He froze. "Isalein?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"You're... in a guy..." he said.
"Yes," she replied. "Does that bother you?"
"It's... a little awkward, yes," he said.
"Malkator is in danger," she said. "He needs your help."
"I'm on it," he said, opening a portal into the Streams Of Destiny. He turned around before leaving. "Goodbye," he said, just before the portal closed and I regained control of my body.

I got Damien and the Joker medical treatment as fast as I could. I accept some myself, too. I know I said I'd tough it out, but fuck those Saturn thingies hurt!

My next assignment is to try and find ou where the Ace Of Chaos went. My job sucks.