Chapter 2
There was a loud explosion heard behind me. The shock of the loud sound knocked the container in my hand thrown across the area. Cheese splattered onto the cold tile floor, along with my half-eaten pretzel. I turned swiftly, my dark bangs falling in my dark blue eyes. There was a gaping whole in the pale cement wall leading from the jewelry store. Debris was strewn across the floor. I was just happy that only a few pieces of the material blew into my hair, and not the humungous pieces of rubble that were scattered about. Questions burst about my head as I coughed due to the smoke. What could have done that? Or more likely, Who could have done that?
My questions were answered when I saw a girl with a giant smile on her face standing where the wall used to be. She was wearing a skin tight thing; it was half red and half black. A big dangerous-looking gun was in her hands. My eyes drifted upward and laid upon the man towering behind her. Any rational citizen of Gotham knew his face like the back of there hand. The curly dirty blonde hair with the green tint all the way to his distinct makeup. The chalk white face, blood red lips, and black rimmed eyes were unmistakable. The Joker. His face struck fear in the souls of those who saw him. I froze when his eyes penetrated mine. Out of fear or shock, I don't know. Out of no where, a laugh was sounded. It was of the booming kind that bounced off the walls. It was jovial, but it was creepy at the same time. A shiver ran down my spine.
My eyes quickly broke his gaze and let them lock on the knife he was fingering. My blood ran cold in that moment.
What seemed like decades later, though it was probably only minutes, the inferior range of motion was broken. Up untill that point no one moved. Trust The Joker to break it. Unbeknownst to me, later, he would do the same with my sanity.