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"Let me ask you a question. What's your favorite song?" His voice almost sang out to her ears.
Lydia sat there, staring at him. She searched his face to try and find out what he was getting at. She cocked one eyebrow and pursed her lips. She acted as if she was searching for an answer. How does one deal with someone like this, face to face? If she was pursuing a career in this, she has been given the greatest 'test run'. She looked down at the papers in front of her, her hands folded in her lap. She glanced back at him.
"Aqualung's 'Strange and Beautiful', I suppose." She replied back to him in a hesitant manner.
"I've been, watching your world from afar. I've been trying to be where you are…" The Joker began to sing, rather off tune.
Lydia sat there, surprised. She hadn't expected him to say anything back to her with her answer. She was puzzled.
"Are you going to answer my question?" Lydia asked, rather impatiently.
"I suppose you also like to drink coffee at two in the morning. You like having everything in order…" He began to chuckle as Lydia's face went from calm to concerned then finally terrified.
"It was you…" She whispered, barely being heard by the man opposite her.
She saw the smile appear on his face. She exhaled hardly and looked down at her things. She couldn't do this. She felt a panic attack coming on. She stood, the chair falling as she quickly gathered her things. She glanced down at him one more time before she turned to leave.
"Faith… Faithy…" He called to her.
Lydia stopped dead in her tracks. She turned to him, fear blazing in her eyes. Her brows furrowed.
"What did you call me? How… how can you know that?" She asked, marching back to the table he was sitting at. The Joker still had the same smug expression he had on since when she came into the room. She was now standing directly in front of him. Her eyes glaring down at him.
"HOW?" She screamed at him. Unknowingly, Lydia raised her hand and sent a hand crashing down onto his cheek.
The Joker stood now, his hands being forced to stay at his side. Maliciousness was coursing through his blood, his eyes. They were staring each other down. Their faces inches away from one another. She heard the door buzz open. They remained staring at each other. Lydia's jaw was clenched so hard she felt her teeth grinding down. Shockingly, The Joker planted a kiss on her pursed lips before the staff could pull her away from her stance. Her professor was trying to lead her back through the door, Lydia remained glaring at him as she was dragged across the room.
"I'll be seeing you soon, Faithy!" The Joker called out. His statement was followed by the trademark cackle his was famous for. Everyone who heard it became fearful. Shivers overtook their entire body. The door closed. Lydia stood, staring out the glass mirror, The Joker stared back. She punched the glass and she heard his menacing cackle once more. He was the one in her apartment three days ago.
Professor and onlookers point-of-view
They could all tell that Lydia was nervous but she didn't let fear come through her tough exterior.
"I'm not certain about something," the Professor began, "Lydia made a good point. Did he just come back on his own accord or did you all secretly capture him and not alert the news? It's not in his character to just surrender to a place like this." He ended, looking over at the staff member.
"Well Mr. Thomas, it certainly is not in The Joker's character. Three days ago he showed up banging on the door claiming he was ready to get well. He said he didn't want to be the way he is anymore. Many believed his claims, I do not however." The nurse, Mrs. Wnydam, replied.
"There is always a reason people do things, to me, The Joker is not a person. All humanity in him is gone. One thing though," She began, thinking back to when she first met The Joker in the asylum, "This time he isn't being difficult. Before we had to keep him in a straightjacket. Everyone feared how quick and crafty he was. Now The Joker complies to many things we say. I know it's only a matt- Shit!" She yelled.
Mrs. Wnydam slid her card through. The Joker was now standing in front of Lydia. They weren't sure what they were doing. More staff members ran through, as well as Mr. Thomas, the professor. He grabbed Lydia's arm harshly and began to pull her away after The Joker saw it fit to kiss her. He was unsure what was being said between the two before, he was conversing with the nurse. Lydia was stronger than he knew of. He had to practically throw her through the door. Hearing The Joker's threat, he watched Lydia now. She was angry, not fearful, not worrying about his empty threat. He walked closer to Lydia, placing his hands on his hips and looked at the man sitting at the table, grinning.
"There's The Joker I know." Mrs. Wnydam whispered softly.