Consciousness slowly came to me. My eyes cracked open to give me a sliver of blurry vision. Smells began creeping into my nose, smells that made my brain race to figure out where I was. Fish, sweat, metal, sweat, blood. These were the prominent smells attacking my senses.
Next, my ears began picking up sounds. Muffled voices. People were in the same building, but not anywhere near the room I am in. Typical sounds of running water, buzzing lights, and the light pitter-patter of rat's feet filled in the background. What was interesting were the foot steps heading toward the room. They were still distant, though.
My vision came back completely and I could see my surroundings. Dingy old sheets and blankets were thrown about the pile of sponge mattresses and over-sized pillows that I was laying on. There was a broken table, a desk, a recliner, and an office chair about the room. Books and papers covered the desk and broken table.
The footsteps grew nearer and nearer. Now was the time to decide to "play dead" or be wide awake when the person enters the room.
The handle twisted and the door opened.
Well, looks like it's option B.
"Well well well," cackled a familiar voice. The Joker stood in front of me, grinning that grin I loved. "Looks like you're awake." He closed and locked the door behind him. "I think we need to have a little chat."
"You, young lady, have some explaining to do. You've been following me for quite some time now, and I think you need to tell me why. Now, I know you were a reporter and I know you got fired, so, you can either tell me that you have a slight obsession, or that you are just too curious for your own good." As he spoke, the Joker paced, flipping a small blade through his fingers.
"I'm obsessed with you," I admitted bluntly. "I'm just like you and I was going to steal you tonight."
He stopped in his tracks.
Dark eyes landed on me.
Not the answering he was expecting?