Hey y'all! Thankies to everyone that reviewed!
I just want to say that in this chapter, beware of an OOC Joker and a JokerXOC pairing.
ALSO I wanna say that I take requests for tracks. Just tell me the name and artist (if you also want to include a theme as well, you're welcome to) in a review or a message, and I'll do the best I can to fulfil your wishes.
Okay! On with the chappie!
Chapter 2: Who Could Love a Man Like Me?
Accompanying track: Cassie (acoustic) by Flyleaf
The man in clown makeup stands on the fire escape, palms pressed to the class of her window. He wonders sadly if she ever thinks of him.
Joker breathes heavily and shivers. It is raining, and thunder rumbles in the distance. As the rain falls, ever heavier, his makeup is smudged, eroded, and in some places, altogether washed away. If she just looked around, she'd see his face, eyes, mouth...scars.
But she does not turn. She sits herself down in the chair facing away from him, and turns on the television. He sighs angrily, and leans his forehead on the glass, smudging it.
Is he in love? Does he even have the capacity to love? But it is clear that he misses her. He wants to hold her close: to understand what something like that feels like. He wants to touch her skin without her recoiling. He grinds his teeth angrily.
Oh, for someone, anyone to touch his arm. To tell him that everything would be alright. To hug him and say that every conceivable problem in the world would turn out alright, and that there was no need to cry or scream or cover up anymore, because no one cared. Because somehow, he was loved. He laughs at himself angrily, turning around and feeling water falling down his face.
He wonders if they are tears or rain.
KLANK!
The Joker curses and tries to get away. But it is too late; she's already heard him, and now she's two steps away from his position. Not even. He squares his shoulders, now or never, and taps the glass lightly.
"May I come in?"
She opens the window and allows him to come in. He takes his coat and gloves off and places them on the back of her armchair. She grinds her teeth and puts them in the closet. They drip on the floor, and as she closes the door, he breaks the silence.
"Nice place you've got here." Joker says, streching out and putting his wet shoes on the ottoman. She glares at his shoes.
"Get out."
"But-"
"Get out."
He looks at her very hard, and opens the window again.
"Sent the coat and gloves to the werehouse. You know where I mean."
Then he is gone, and she is left to wonder if she's made the right choice.
