A/N: I decided to continue it. I'm enjoying working with Lex. I'm gonna do some more character work in my notebook, so idk how long it'll be until the next chapter.
"N-no," I stuttered dumbly against his chest.
"Y-yes" he mimicked me, "Come on! We're spittin' images!" He cackled and turned me to face the mirror. He was right in a way. We had the same dark eyes almost the same dirty blond curly hair (his had the green tinge), and even the same nose. The only real differences were our face shapes and the fact that I was a giant 5'2".
My shock was quickly replaced with anger. "Why the hell did you leave us?!"
His trademark switch blade was out and he held me at arms length, "Oh-ho-ho! Is that" he tapped my nose with the knife, "what she told you? And, ah, tell me. What reasons has she given you to trust her? Hmmm . . ." None. She had let her boyfriend use and abuse me until I was fifteen. That was when I finally had the guts to leave. She had let him rape me. She had sat back and let him cause me to be afraid of contact. She was the reason why anytime a guy really liked tried to go to second base, I turned and ran all the way back to the dugout. I could have been normal if not for her.
My thoughts must of shown plainly on my face. "See, see! I'm not the bad guy here. Really, she is! Because, you know, she left me."
"Why did you stop writing?" That question had been nagging me for years.
"Because!" he put his hands out like it was obvious. "I became me!"
"And . . ." I waved my hands for him to continue.
"If you were receiving cards from me, not only would you be in danger, but so would I! Ya know, they do have ways of tracking things!" He folded his arms. Was he getting annoyed with me?
"What do you want Jo – dad," I corrected myself.
"You know, I like daddy a lot bett4r than dad! It's more . . . fun!" he giggled.
"Ya – no," I laughed. Why didn't people find him hilarious? "What is it you want, dad?"
"Not until you say daddy!" he sing-songed.
"Fine, humph!" I folded my arms, "What do you want, daddy," I growled.
"That's my little Angel," He ruffled my hair. "I," he pointed to himself, "want you" he pointed to me, " to come with me!" He started to jump up and clap his hands.
"W-what! Come with – NO!" I spluttered out.
"Why not!" He leaned in.
"Because! I'm finally getting a life started! I'm already 20 and I'm actually starting to enjoy what I do! I'm getting settled!"
"You're, ah, wrist . . . tells me differently," he grabbed my scarred and cut wrist.
"No," I whispered.
"What's, ah, that?" he cackled. For the second time, I realized how he can strike so much fear into people.
"No, I'm not coming with you," I said firmly.
"I, ah, had a feeling you'd say that!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a rag. "Sleep tight!" He placed it in front of my mouth. I immediately stopped breathing. "Ah, come on! Just take a nice deep breath! For your dearest dad." I shook my head no vigorously."NOW!" He roared. I shrank back. Everything was starting to go blurry from lack of air. "Not gonna play, ah, the easy way are we?" Still holding the cloth to my mouth, he used his other hand to propel me into the wall and partially into the mirror. I gasped from the pain as I collided with the wall. I vaguely heard and felt the shatter of the mirror as I collided with it and I vaguely heard the Joker say some thing. I couldn't completely make it out but it sounded like he was tucking me in or something. Asshole.
