AN: I know this chapter is a little short, but I really liked the final line as a chapter ending :)
The car skidded to a halt in front of the Bank of Gotham. "We're here!" The Joker announced as he slammed the car into park. We both jumped out of the car at the same time. He looked at the building as he breathed in deeply, inflating his chest in anticipation of triumph. I watched him cautiously, but with a huge smile on my face. Whenever The Joker was happy, I was happy. And things were always loads better when The Joker was happy.
We entered the bank and began rigging the explosives in the least obvious, yet most destructive areas. We worked in complete silence; the only sound was our footsteps echoing on the marble floor. We worked quickly as well knowing that we were on a limited time frame as sunrise would be fast approaching. Of course, we still had to be meticulous because this was a mob bank after all.
It was a quarter to six when we gathered our tools and walked out of the bank, hand in hand, as if nothing was abnormal about being at the bank this early in the morning. We turned around to get one last look at our soon-to-be masterpiece. "And in the morning, we burn it to the ground," The Joker laughed.
"Because everything burns," I replied.
"That's right, Mels, that's right," he said, giving me a one-armed hug. That was usually the most affection I would get from him. But I was ok with that because I knew the affection was just buried deep under all the makeup and pain that made him who he was – it would surface someday.
As we drove away, I noticed something dart into the shadows of a nearby alleyway. I turned around to see if my eyes were playing tricks on me or not. I was really tired after all. As I peered into the darkness as we drove by, I saw a glimpse of orange and green retreating into the darkness.
"Whatcha lookin' at, sweets?" The Joker asked when he realized I was staring into the darkness.
"Nothing, I just thought I saw something in the alley is all," I said turning my attention to him.
"Okay," he said, returning his gaze to the road.
"Didn't you say her name was Poison Ivy?" I asked suddenly.
The Joker turned to look at me. "Yeahhh, why?"
"What did she look like?" I asked, ignoring his question.
"She was pretty I guess," he shrugged. "Not as pretty as you though."
"That's not what I mean," I said, trying not to blush at his compliment. "Hair color? What did she wear?"
He laughed, "Because guys really pay attention to that, sweets."
I sighed in frustration. "Fine, don't tell me then, I don't care," I huffed as I turned away from him and rested my head against the cold window.
He laughed again. "Aww, come on, Mel, I was just telling it like it is," he said, reaching a gloved hand to stroke my cheek. I shrugged it off. "Hey! Look at me!" he growled when I continued to ignore him and his touch.
Slowly I turned my head and brought my eyes to meet his. "What?" I asked bitterly.
"Now don't be like that. We've got a great thing you and I and it's about to get even better," he said, attempting to be gentle.
"Yeah, ok," I said.
"Why are you asking about Poison Ivy anyways?"
"Because when we were leaving I thought I saw something orange and green in that alley and I just wondered if it could have been her," I explained.
"Oh! Probably was, but like I said earlier, we don't need to worry about her."
"What if she tries to mess up our plan?"
"She won't; she can't mess it up. And she can't take credit either, we left our calling cards," he said with a laugh so sinister that it sent chills down my spine.
