This is what happens when I have an extra bad cold, and the medicine makes me loopy. D This was also partially inspired by my Nerds, at the JHHQ. And, some of the Animated Batman series got involved...That, and I was trying to get out of practicing my Calligraphy. I SWEAR, I'll update 'Bonding' in a couple weeks. And, I'll have a brand new Cloverfield Oneshot for you this weekend.
"Gwen!" I opened my eyes and moaned, slamming the pillow over the side of my head. "I'm not here!" I called back, muffled under the sheets. Mimi kicked the door open. "Gwen, this is super important!" I uncovered my baby blue eyesand gave her my usual icy stare. "Meems, my version of 'Super important' and your version of 'Super important' are two very different importants." I closed my eyes and tried to return to my dream, involving Scarecrow, a Tutu, Rabbits, and Rabies. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor.
I'll admit, I don't weigh much to the point of it being dangerous, and Mimi is a wall of sheer muscle. I swear. Normally I could pull back, with what little muscle I possessed. For a bag of bones, I could be pretty strong if I needed. "But he's coming!" "Who's coming, Mimi?" I murmured, semi-patiently as images of Scarecrow danced in my mind. "The Boss!" Scarecrow could wait, this was important. Who knew. "He's coming today!" The easily-excitable Mimi hopped from foot to foot. A shiver of excitement ran down my spine, as I hauled myself from the floor.
The Boss was someone I would always admire, with his razors and his dynamite, how he only had to look at you and you already wished you were dead. I wished I could be just like that, Everyone would jump when I gave the word, even letting me turn them into human-explosives. How cool would that be? My mind raced as I slipped into my skinny black jeans with the chains and Mimi ranted on her dream about Goldfish and eggs.I couldn't wait to see the Boss again, so he could see that I'd actually been growing for a change, and I had learned to be quick and silent on my feet. He would be pleased, and I'd finally be useful.
Mimi escorted me to the main chamber as if I couldn't find the way myself.I knew the placed backwards, sideways, and inside out, since I hadn't been allowed to leave for five or six years. I tried to pretend my shoulder wasn't bothering me, I didn't want them to think I was weak, even though it made a sort of cracking noise if I moved it. I didn't want the others to think I was weak.
Everyone had their eyes on me as I walked in, thus I wanted to punch each and every one of them. I brushed my spiky red hair out of my eyes so nothing interfered with my glaring, and I took my uncomfortable seat. My twenty-three year old heart fluttered, as I heard heavy breathing. The second our eyes met, shivers raced all the way down my spine.
Maybe it was the black around his eyes, that added a sort of hollow look to his sneering death-glare. Or maybe his mouth, how the corners were torn up into a permanent smile that contradicted the gleam in his eyes. Still, he /was/ the boss, so I did have to listen to him and do everything he said...
He gazed at us all in turn, and I did my best to look brave and strong. His eyes seemed to linger on me for an extra second or two, and I immediately stared down at my suede boots. After what felt like a century, Joker turned away from me and I breathed at last.