Yeah, I'm not breaking into long apologies for not updating for awhile. I've been busy and such. I have. If you still like my story, read it. If not, that's alright.
I didn't have time to edit it. So my apologies if some grammar or sentence fluency is wrong.
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I own Jaden Smith.
DC Comics owns Joseph Kerr's assssss.
Chapter nine- The Escape.
I opened the large door just before I heard it lock automatically behind me. I knew that The Joker just figured it was another cop, so he didn't look up. I leaned against the door, folded my arms and grinned. "So how'd you get yourself in this predicament?" I snickered mimicking how he always said 'predicament'. He automatically shot his head up to look at me, a large smile upon his features. But then he scowled slightly, a look I had never seen.
"You uh… do know that they're going to come in here any moment and grab you, hm?" he asked. I shrugged, walked over to the table, grabbed the chair that wasn't bolted to the ground and walked back to the door to shove it under the doorknob.
"There, happy?"
The Joker just shrugged. I walked over to the table and hoisted myself up on it. I scooted over to him and sat in front of him, putting my legs on either side of his thighs. I looked around the room. "Don't you fine this… unnerving? The thought of them just staring at you through this glass constantly?" I was vaguely aware of the men on the other sides of the one sided glass, including my dad, but all I got when I looked at the walls was my own reflection staring back at me.
"Quite," was all he replied with.
I inwardly scoffed at my appearance. My dad probably thought that my Halloween costume (long sleeve button up shirt, arms rolled up to elbow, black slacks and suspenders) was my new 'criminal costume'. But I looked back down at the Joker. "So… what is the plan…?" he asked. I snickered.
"Since when have you taught me to use a plan?" I smiled slightly, but the look I got back was far from happy. In fact it made me wince slightly. So I lowered my voice, "Christ, calm down, buddy boy. No planning is your thing. I can't go without it." He seemed to calm down at that. Of course, my plan kind of sucked. What was it? Well, the guys will burst in here when all of the cops go on break.
Yeah, brilliant plan, Jaden.
"What is it-" he started, but I cut him off.
"Tut, tut, tut. No talking. I had to sleep alone last night, and I didn't like that." I reached back behind his head and took a fistful of hair before, in front of God, my dad and everyone, I wrenched his mouth to mine. I heard the buzzing of the door trying to unlock, and then the wrestling of the door knob, but I was lost in his mouth. It felt like it had been so long that I was away from him, but in the past I had been away from him longer, it was quite interesting. His serpentine tongue twisted around mine with expert movements and as I pulled back, I nipped at his lower lip with my teeth. He giggled and I smiled; there he was. I was convinced the boredom had gotten the best of him.
An instant later, there was pounding on the large metal door. "Jaden.... please.... open the door." It was my dad. He was pleading. I knew something was up. My dad didn't plead. I stood up and the Joker quirked an eyebrow at me. All I did was mumbled 'trust me' and walked to the door. I wrenched the door from underneath, the loud buzzing noise sounded and my dad stepped in (more like stumbled in, he must have been leaning on the door).
The look on his face was quite funny, to say the least. He was wide-eyed and sweating like a pig (no pun intended). And when he spoke, he stuttered quickly in short words. "Ja... Jade... Jaden." He turned to me, and enveloped me into a large, uncomfortably sweaty hug. When he pulled back, he extended me at arms length and got an oddly serious look on his face. "You... you... you're se... serious about thi.. this, ri... ri... right?" Strangely, I knew what he meant.
"Positive," I answered almost immediately.
He nodded shakily, and stumbled over to where the Joker was sitting. All he did was raise his eyebrows curiously and flick out his tongue to play with his scars. My dad grimaced, which concluded my thoughts that if anyone saw that face, they'd be terrified right out of their mind.
My dad reached down and I heard two faint clicks, then another two and the Joker stood up vibrantly. "Dad, what're you doing?"
"Protecting my daughter," he stated, not one crack in his voice. Then he stood up fully and walked over to me, hugging me once again. "If you're positive about this decision, then I understand. And I don't want anything else but for you to be happy." He pulled back and smiled weakly. I squeezed him tightly once more.
"So... when you're done having your little uh, love fest, do you mind saying what you plan on doing, exactly?" The Joker piped up, rocking back and forth on his heels. That was when I noticed the height difference between my dad and him. I always thought he was only a little taller than my dad, but now that I looked at them both, the Joker was probably at least a half a foot taller. Whoah.
I came back to reality when my dad spoke. "Well, all of the boys are on break." He spoke with his hands. "Leaving only three people actually on this side of the building. If we get you out of this room and out the back, you can make a clean run for it," he explained. The Joker was nodding to everything he said. "I've deactivated all of the camera's for a twenty minute installment." This was my turn to nod.
"Wait, did you say it was break time?" I asked. My dad nodded. I glared up at the Joker. "I'm kicking some thug ass when we get back."
He giggled, "Ooh, can I watch?" My dad gave a sort of confused look.
"Are we ready?" He cleared his throat.
"Yeah. What're we waiting for, Pops? Christmas?" I snickered. My dad rolled his eyes and mumbled something like 'very funny' under his breath.
We stepped to the door, which my dad had left propped open, and he stepped out first, when we saw his hand signal to follow him, I stepped out, then the Joker. "Alright, this way," my dad whispered, and we followed him as he took a left and then another left, toward the back of the building. "Stay close," he mumbled, and I felt the Joker step closer to me, his breathe on the back of my neck. We walked down two more halls before we came to a large, metal door. My dad turned around and sighed. "This is it."
I reached forward and pulled him into a tight hug. "Thank you so much. I couldn't ever thank you enough." He pulled back and I looked into his deep eyes that echoed my own. He kissed me on the forehead and smiled weakly.
"As long as you're making the right decision," he said. I nodded, a tear rolled down his cheek. Then he did something absolutely unexpected. He walked over to the Joker and stared up at him sternly. "You take care of my baby girl. If anything happens to her, I'll have your ass." I knew this was something that the Joker would laugh his ass off to, but he surprisingly didn't.
"You can trust me," he stated, "And I'm a man of my word," he stated matter-of-factly, not a hint of playing in his voice. I was absolutely appalled.
My dad nodded once and stepped out of the way. "Now go, before anyone sees you." He didn't turn to face us.
I wanted to hug him one last time. I stepped forward, "Dad-"
"No, Jaden. Go. Before I change my mind," he said sternly. And I understood. This was hard for him. It was for me, but I had to follow my heart.
"I love you," I stated.
"I love you too, sweetheart." His voice cracked. "Now go."
We were out the door in a matter of seconds.
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