Once upon a time there was a boy named Jason, and I loved him. He
had beautiful green eyes that were sometimes blue and sometimes gray and
sometimes dirty light brown, but usually green and beautiful, always
beautiful.
My eyes are always brown and sometimes beautiful.
Jason probably has a girlfriend.
"Who do you want to kill today?"
I got brave and said no one in particular. Then I confessed my childhood dreams of becoming a jewel thief.
Once upon a time there was a jewel thief known as Esmeralda because her first known job was the largest emerald in the world. She stole all the largest and most beautiful jewels in the world and kept them in her palace in Calcutta because that sounds pretty. She usually wore diamond tiaras and big emerald earrings, diamond and emerald most of all, but she also had sapphires, pearls, rubies, everything. Sometimes she came up against the Batman. Twice he caught her. Once she escaped him before the police arrived. The other time she was taken to jail, only to escape and rob a costume party later that night in my mother's black evening dress and my Barbie tiara.
I left the place for the first time in...what, two weeks? I was blindfolded so I still don't know where it is. I wore my purple Vader armor and a jester hat like Harley's, only green, and Harley did my makeup: white face, deep purple lips, green around the eyes. It wasn't exactly clownlike, but I fit in with the henches well enough.
When they took off my blindfold, I saw that we were at a jewelry store. A big one, The Jewel of the Seven Deserts I would guess though I never saw the name. The Joker put a gun in my hand and we (me, Joker, Harley, and a couple of big guys) went inside.
It wasn't the kind of jewel thievery I meant, sneaking into a museum at night, alone, in black leather, getting past alarms and cracking safes and junk like that. But that's not Joker's style. Too much secrecy. He likes attention. Me, I want my privacy.
This was not so bad. I felt a little overwhelmed. I really didn't contribute very much to the robbery. In fact I was kind of pathetic. When we got back in the car, Joker took my gun back (it didn't occur to me that I could shoot him.) He seemed disappointed that I hadn't made any use of it. (And how did he know that, I wondered.) Joker pointed the gun at me, telling me he was sorry I wasn't ready for a life of crime. He pulled the trigger.
BANGO!
(The little piece of paper said "BANGO!")
So now I'm back in my little green room. I don't think I'll wear my Vader armor again. It makes me look like Batman. Dark Knight, you know.
Joker is a tall man. I like tall men. Jason is tall. He has a sexy voice. I miss Jason.
I wonder what he's doing? Joker never just does things. There's always a deeper meaning. There's a reason he's being so nice to me (it goes far beyond just letting me live.) Maybe I'll ask him. Yeah, and maybe he'll kill me.
My eyes are always brown and sometimes beautiful.
Jason probably has a girlfriend.
"Who do you want to kill today?"
I got brave and said no one in particular. Then I confessed my childhood dreams of becoming a jewel thief.
Once upon a time there was a jewel thief known as Esmeralda because her first known job was the largest emerald in the world. She stole all the largest and most beautiful jewels in the world and kept them in her palace in Calcutta because that sounds pretty. She usually wore diamond tiaras and big emerald earrings, diamond and emerald most of all, but she also had sapphires, pearls, rubies, everything. Sometimes she came up against the Batman. Twice he caught her. Once she escaped him before the police arrived. The other time she was taken to jail, only to escape and rob a costume party later that night in my mother's black evening dress and my Barbie tiara.
I left the place for the first time in...what, two weeks? I was blindfolded so I still don't know where it is. I wore my purple Vader armor and a jester hat like Harley's, only green, and Harley did my makeup: white face, deep purple lips, green around the eyes. It wasn't exactly clownlike, but I fit in with the henches well enough.
When they took off my blindfold, I saw that we were at a jewelry store. A big one, The Jewel of the Seven Deserts I would guess though I never saw the name. The Joker put a gun in my hand and we (me, Joker, Harley, and a couple of big guys) went inside.
It wasn't the kind of jewel thievery I meant, sneaking into a museum at night, alone, in black leather, getting past alarms and cracking safes and junk like that. But that's not Joker's style. Too much secrecy. He likes attention. Me, I want my privacy.
This was not so bad. I felt a little overwhelmed. I really didn't contribute very much to the robbery. In fact I was kind of pathetic. When we got back in the car, Joker took my gun back (it didn't occur to me that I could shoot him.) He seemed disappointed that I hadn't made any use of it. (And how did he know that, I wondered.) Joker pointed the gun at me, telling me he was sorry I wasn't ready for a life of crime. He pulled the trigger.
BANGO!
(The little piece of paper said "BANGO!")
So now I'm back in my little green room. I don't think I'll wear my Vader armor again. It makes me look like Batman. Dark Knight, you know.
Joker is a tall man. I like tall men. Jason is tall. He has a sexy voice. I miss Jason.
I wonder what he's doing? Joker never just does things. There's always a deeper meaning. There's a reason he's being so nice to me (it goes far beyond just letting me live.) Maybe I'll ask him. Yeah, and maybe he'll kill me.