Slender purple fingers snake around the tube, it's ink spitting duplicates of the clever ideas that come from within that pale shell. His mind is like no other, far too busy for me to quite seep into and absorb. Being that I am his girl, I get the luxury of hearing such things this beautiful brain of his cooks up. And what fun recipes they are.
A raspy whisper of a laugh escapes my puddin' as he works out the finishing touches of his magnificent masterpiece. "Gotham will be rolling, oh just simply dying in their seats!" I take this oppurtunity as a nice transition to sneak myself up behind him, hooking a bare arm around his chest, under his purple suit. I notice a small tare in the shoulder, exposing a rather nasty laceration from his latest quarrel. Poor thing, I wonder if he even notices.
Mr. J's smile is much more pleasant this evening, I've caught him in one of his better moods. Perhaps he might consider taking a brake tonight. Maybe two. His vibrant green eyes glisten as he squints, the darkness that engulfs them narrows. These eyes that no matter how many may try to reenact, can never be remade. Behind many eyes there is a story to be told, but my puddin's. . . They tell the punch line.
The full second it takes for that pen to become a table decoration lasts a dog age. "Oh, this is it! The joke Gotham's been missing out on! It will be the greatest gag yet!" He turns and acknowledges my prescence. "Won't it, Harley girl?"
"Of course, Mr. J!" I give him my best smile, batting my lashes. He chuckles, moving a careful hand along my arm. The fabric is almost relaxing, as he hooks his hand around my wrist. But then the nice careful hand becomes unforgiving as it squeezes, peeling me from his body entirely. I'm tossed away, nearly a foot, landing with a thud. A crunchy pop sounds as pain shoots through my right hip.
"Silly girl, you haven't even read it yet!" A funhouse mirror acrossed the room captures a torn and tattered woman. Her glassy blues hopeful, even with the tear stained eyelids, her cheeks a deep grey from the constant cosmetic stream. Her smile is genuine, the abrasions giving it a bit of character. What a pathetic one she is. I laugh at her as I see her crawl back to him, the smile never leaving.
