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I do like your idea about a great show
Terrified. Palm-sweating, throat choking, blood pumping terror. It makes you want to hide, to cover your eyes like a child and act if nothing can hurt you. Changing your mentality day by day as you beg for mercy; something to save you.
That's what she sees in people's eyes as death drags them down as they clutch what life they have left, horror all around them...
And she loved it.
Footsteps could be heard from within his cell as he sat there, bound by a straightjaket. Blue eyes shot to the door as it clicked opened, his face gleaming for whatever awaited him.
"Mr. J, it's time for your first appointment with me. I'll be your psychiatrist for now on."
Eating her body with his eyes, he let out a deep growl as he grinned; red lips perfectly framing his mouth. She would be easy to break. A newbie who's eyes shone with kindness behind round glasses gave him a smile, tucking a strand of blue hair behind to the rest of her shoulder-length locks.
" Well, hello Bluebell. Ain't you just perfect..." The Joker craned towards her as guards prepared to transport him to his session room
She bit her blossom lips as she wrapped her arms around herself, spinning on her white Docs to scutter to their first session.
Silence settled in the room as the Joker observed her, watching as she fixed her black pinafore dress after she seated across from him. He felt like there was something off about her, something different. Eyes sharpening, he thought of the many ways he could have fun with her to make her break, or poison her sanity with his hushed words and touches.
"If you were to die with a bang, a show, if you will, what would you want?" Her voice held innocence, but there was an undertone of insanity if you listened carefully enough.
Joker rose his head a bit more with interest, his curiosity heightened with his little Bluebell that he once thought was just another simple doctor. Leaning in, he presented her with a metal smile as he chortled.
"Now, I don't think they're the normal questions I get asked in sessions like these, but if I had to go with a bang!" He suddenly jerked forward even more," I would have a great show for everyone in this city to stare in horror at."
Chilling laughter spilled out of his mouth, ghosting down her spine that gave her a jolt. "Now, now, my little Bluebell," She swallowed while easing towards him as he sat with green hair falling onto his face from laughing." you haven't even told me your name."
"My name is Auluna Mortem, Mr.J, and I do like your idea about a great show."
Locking his eyes on hers, he knew from that point that her wanted her. She was not all what she seemed and he silently settled a challenge to find out what that was and not let her go. She was going to be fun, and he always like a good laugh.
Then, as if something clicked a button on her, she asked questions that he was used to hearing, but he gave her jokes and gory tales of his missions, which she took bait to with an excited shine in her eyes as he told her the many deaths he caused and his happenings with Batman. Yes, she was hiding something, she was holding something that he couldn't wait to pry open...
And he loved it.
So what do you think? Any feedback on improving is welcome or just what you like. It will be slow updates as I do not normally do long stories, more one-shots, but if people like it I will try to complete it sooner. Ciao :)