I am so sorry for the wait, my lovelies! I just finished this chapter today. Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. I've already started on chapter 3. It should be updated faster than this one took. As always, I own nothing except Darcy. blah blah blah ENJOY!
Late night, in passing, mention it, flip to her.
Best friend, it's nothing, maybe it slipped.
But the slip turns to terror and a crush to like.
When she walked in he froze up, leave it to fright.
The Joker's black eyes greeted me coldly as the van slowed to a stop. A few other goons sat behind him.
"Get in." With no hesitation, I obeyed, jumping into the van before the door slammed closed and the van sped off. I sat down next to the Joker, twisting my dress in nervousness. I could feel his eyes boring into me for the longest time before I looked up to meet his gaze.
"Joker," I stated, addressing him.
"Darcyyyy… Why aren't you afraid of me? Or, really, this entire situation hmmmm? You… uh… some sort of crazyyyy?" The corners of my mouth twitched a bit before finally pulling into a smile.
"Nope. Just blissfully… insane," I answered, growling the last word. He smirked and pulled out his "face carver" knife. I glanced up at his scars, then back down at his knife. "I've been watching you, Joker. You don't get enough credit for what you do. And the mob doesn't take you seriously." He scooted up against me and took my face in one hand while the other put the knife to my face. "Everyone underestimates you," I whispered, closing my eyes when I felt the cold metal against my skin.
"Do you fear anything, Darcy? Because, honestly, I think you also underestimate me," he questioned, a hint of amusement in his normally cold voice. He lowered the knife slightly, allowing me to answer.
"I only fear spiders. I have the worst case of arachnophobia ever. Other than that, nothing." I opened my eyes to meet his. For the first time, I noticed that his eyes were a beautiful almond brown, not entirely black. But my mind flew back to the situation at hand. He was trying to find a weak point in me.
"And what about death? Hm?" I chuckled and leaned towards him.
"Not even death." His eyes flashed with a certain emotion that I couldn't pin point. He quickly scooted away from me, clearing his throat as he looked away. He put the knife back into his pocket and stared out the window. I had jostled him. It was then that I figured out what the emotion was that I had seen. It was a slight burst of terror.
"We're here," he said flatly. I looked out of the window to find we had arrived at an abandoned warehouse. It sat comfortably against the docks and looked as if it were the same as any other old warehouse.
Everyone hopped out of the van, Joker and I being the last of the group. One of the men pulled out a key as we approached the padlocked door. He unlocked it and opened the door, holding it for the rest of us. As soon as the door closed, Joker grabbed my arm in a death-grip and started dragging me through the warehouse towards some stairs. As we went, I took in my surroundings. There were a few cubicle-looking areas scattered across the large area. In one far corner was a small kitchen area as well as a large TV in front of a huge, red, wrap-around couch. Joker and I ascended the stairs, heading up to, what I presumed to be, the Joker's room. I assumed correctly as he kicked open the green door at the top of the stairs, throwing me towards the bed. I braced myself against the bed post as he slammed the door behind him, locking it. It was the first time he had been violent towards me- brutally violent. A small ounce of apprehension worked itself into my psyche as he stalked towards me. He grinned as he saw my expression change briefly.
"Ahhhh… Was that fear I caught a peek of just now? Whatever happened to fearless, hmmm?" I backed up against the foot of the bed as he approached me.
"What do you want with me? I must have some purpose to you," I said, ignoring his question. He chuckled as he pushed himself against me.
"Weeeell… I need an escort to a little get-together with the mob. That's you, sweet cheeks. I need you to freshen up a bit and shimmy on into something a little more… exciting," he growled into my ear, his hot breath on my bare neck sending pleasurable shivers down my spine. His rough hands ran down my sides as he inhaled the scent of my perfume and traces of body wash.
"Tell me what I need to do. What should I wear?" He distanced himself from me and started rummaging through drawers in his dresser. I inwardly pouted at the loss of his body against mine.
"Go take a shower and I'll have your clothes ready for you when you get out. The bathroom is over there," he called over his shoulder, waving his hand in the direction of the bathroom, still going through his dresser. I obeyed, walking off toward the bathroom. It was simple, like everything else in the warehouse. A bathtub shower, toilet, and a sink. A purple towel hung from the holder on the wall and a red foot rug sat at the base of the tub.
With a sigh, I stripped and started the shower, waiting for the water to heat up before stepping gingerly into the tub. As soon as the warm water hit my skin, I relaxed, feeling the stress and fear melt away. I grabbed some lavender shampoo and began massaging my scalp with it. I smiled as the suds formed under my fingertips. Steam started filling the room, clouding the mirror. I rinsed my hair and began scrubbing my arms with some soap when I heard the door open. I instinctively wrapped my arms around my chest and peeked out from behind the curtain.
"Joker! Get out! I'm not done yet," I cried, both pissed and embarrassed at his intrusion. I could see him smirk through the steam.
"Sorry. I have your outfit here. I'll just set it on the toilet seat. Hurry up." I saw his eyes shimmer with mischief and his tongue dart out to lick his scars. "I'll be waiting." With that, he left, closing the door behind him. I furiously finished washing up and turned off the shower, grabbing the towel as I stepped out of the basin. I wrapped the towel around my torso and took the outfit Joker had brought me, holding it up to look at it. It was a sleeveless, white button-down and a red, plaid mini skirt with chains on each of the hips. He also brought me a pair of black leather army boots. I smiled to myself. I loved it. It was just my style. I put on his little get up and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked damned sexy. But something was missing. It looked incomplete. Then I spotted some pony tail holders and Joker's make up. I smiled evilly at myself through the mirror. That's what was missing.