First of all, I am so impressed, happy, speechless and excited about all of your heartwarming comments. I am so so happy to see, that you like my story. I only can repeat myself again and again, but I'm just so happy.
To Anna: No I think you haven't but that doesn't matter I'm happy to see that you like my OC and my story :) That's such a huge compliment. I think I might cry xD
To Suki: That's so good to hear. :) I really try to check the grammar and all, but sometimes it's a bit tricky for me, but as long as everything is comprehensible I'm satisfied :) You are right, absolute nothing is ever easy with the Joker but, well… read for yourself ;)
To Bryanna: Thank you for your, let me count…6(!) reviews. Thank you so much for the huge compliments. Now I am really crying :D
To all the quest: Thanks to you too, for the criticism and for the nice words :)
So, enough with the talking, on with the story…
''Let me go!'' she snapped at him, and squirmed free of his grip, as soon as the door slammed shut. ''I don't like your tone, Alice!'' the Joker snarled, as he tried to reach for her but she took a few steps backwards, putting distance between them. ''What did you expect, Jack? No, pardon me, Joker!'' she spat, her voice was full of contempt, and she continued fearless, ''Did you thought that I would welcome you with open arms? That everything would be, as it was before?''
She didn't have to hear his words because his silence told her everything. ''You can't be serious. You have the blood of innocent people on your hands!'' The thought that he had touched her with those hands, that he had kissed her with those lips, that he had deceived her with his words, made her sick. But worst of all was the fact, that she longed for his touch, anyway. Tears of rage and despair sparkled in her eyes.
''Just tell me one thing: Why?''
Why? Why. Why. Why. This question, he had asked himself almost everyday. It floated around in his head, since the first day that he had met her. Why hadn't he let her dance like a puppet on his strings? Why hadn't his razor-sharp knife slash her life into pieces? Why did his heart beat so wildly, every time he saw her face? Even now, it pounded in his chest, as if it might burst. He knew no answer. There was no logical explanation. There was only one thing, he was certain of. ''Shh, shh, shh, listen to me, listen,'' he said, as he stepped closer and caressed her cheek agitated. Alice was so confused. She couldn't read his feeling at all. It was sheer chaos.
A noise akin to a thunderbolt wrenched them both out of this surreal nightmare. ''What do I have to do to get a little PEACE!,'' the Joker shouted furious, as he turned towards the masked intruder. Thousand broken shards of glass glistened in the moonlight, which crunched under the weight of his heavy boots. ''You have been too carless. It was very foolish of you to come back to her place,'' Batman said with his low voice. ''Desperate times call for desperate measures. I think you should know that very well,'' the Joker replied nonchalantly, while he took a step towards him.
Batman kept his eyes glued to the clown and observed something, that was extremely odd, that he had never seen there before. For the very first time, he saw something akin to fear flash in his dark eyes. But not for himself. The Joker knew no fear. On the contrary, he was fond of misery and chaos. It was his purpose in life. His art. The reason for his existence. No, his concern was directed at Alice. Only her. It seemed as if he tried to shield her with his own body.
Once, the Joker noticed how often Batman's eyes rested on Alice, he said in an undertone of playfulness, ''Tell me, did nobody ever taught you some manners? It's very rude to stare at someone else's girl.'' He walked slowly towards him, while he kept talking. ''Besides, you are far too late for that, because this sweet little bird here is mine. And I am very bad at sharing.''
The knife that he threw at him, just missed his traget, but it was enough to threw Batman off balance. He dodged it by stepping onto the balcony, having the Joker on his tail. The rain pattered, the thunderbolts which brightened the night sky, bathed them both in dim light. The paint on his scarred face melted away and gave his facial features a bizarre appearance. He drew his gun, as he said in a quite faint snicker, ''I really wonder what will happen to your precious Gotham, if his only protector won't be there to help him anymore.'' The smudged paint on his lips deformed his grin to a blood red smile.
Alice was paralyzed with fear, and listened, with a look of pure horror on her face, to the horrific sight that was unfolding right before her eyes, which she just couldn't see. The rain deafened every sound, so that she could only guess what was happening out there. And yet, she felt that only in a matter of time, something horrible would happen, as well as she knew that Batman's aura was familiar to her. In this very moment, she realized who the person was, that was hidden behind the mask.
She had to safe him, as fast as possible.
And so, she began to move with the purpose to stop the Joker from doing, whatever he intended to do. In this very moment, he pulled the trigger, laughing maniacally, but in the second he realized that the bullet would hit Alice and not the Batman, he rushed forward in blind panic.
But it was too late. The bullet hurtled towards his new target, without mercy.
And Alice was the one, who fell into dark depths of the city, not the Dark Knight.
I'm horrible, I know but I try to translate the next chapter as fast as I can ;)
