In the morning she didn't want to get out of bed but couldn't sleep anymore either. She took a quick shower then got dressed. She made her way downstairs. He was no where to be found. She made herself some breakfast, ate it, than returned to her room.
The whole day was pretty boring with nothing to do but watch TV. The entire warehouse was empty. Not one person to talk to. She took a blade out and played with it between her fingers then placed it back in her drawer. She looked out her window. Just grass and trees. This was just too boring. She got in bed and fell asleep.
"Wakey wakey. Wake up!" He was screaming and smacking her face.
She sat up and looked at him. "About time. I was bored. Where were you anyway?"
"Out". He sat next to her and smiled. "You know what? I do believe it's your turn to pleasure me my darling." He giggled.
She leaned in. He smelled like liquor and stale cigarettes. "I do believe you're drunk."
He smacked her away playfully. "Ha maybe." He started laughing so hard and couldn't stop.
This was just too funny. He looked like a damn retard. She knew she probably shouldn't laugh at him but right now she couldn't help it. "What's so funny?"
"You are!" he poked her nose. He unbuckled his pants letting them fall to the floor. His erection stood up. "Go to town." He laughed again.
"Whatever you say, sugar." She got on her knees in front of him taking him in her mouth. She was doing it for a few minutes when she realized he had fallen asleep. "Great." She pulled up his pants. "He woke me up for that? What a joke." She left him there and laid next to him under the covers.
When she awoke he was still sleeping. She wanted to know everything about him. What made him into what he is today? How did he really get those scars? She lit a cigarette and sat in a chair starring at him. He looked peaceful. She wished she could take the make up off him.
His eyes shot open and looked at his surroundings. He sat up rubbing his eyes and starred back at her. "Why am I here?"
"You tell me." She took a puff of her cigarette. Her eyes never leaving his face. "You came in last night drunk and fell asleep in the middle of a blow job." She blew the smoke his way.
"Really?" His smile was sort of sexy. It was half surprised and half embarrassed. "Did I sleep here all night?"
"Yeah and you took most of the bed. Thanks by the way."
"Sorry." He stood up straightening his clothes a bit. "You could have woken me up. I would've left."
"Yeah right. You'd probably fall over. You were pretty wasted." She took another drag then out the cigarette out. She looked at his pants to see something else was also awake. "By the look of it, you would probably like me to finish."
He looked down then back at her and smiled. "You don't have to it'll go away."
"Don't be silly." Why was he being so nice? He really should wake up this way more often. She scratched her head and walked over to him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and lightly pushed him back down on the bed. "I want to, After all I do owe you one." She took him out of his pants and wrapped her mouth around it. He gave her a small moan so she continued. She had been forced to do this in the past but it had been so long ago so she didn't know if she was doing a good job. The previous night didn't really count to her because he wasn't paying attention. After about ten minutes she got up. His eyes opened slightly when she got on top of him inserting him inside of her. He brought his hands up to her thighs. She rocked back and forth. She dug her fingers in her hair as she worked her hips.
He held on to her and flipped her over so he was now on top. He threw her legs around him and started kissing her. He moved down to her neck kissing and licking away then giving her a few bits. His hands found their way to her breast caressing them. She moaned with each thrust. Her body felt like jelly. When it was over he didn't leave right away. He just laid next to her looking up at the ceiling.
Linda found herself wanting to touch him again but she stopped herself. He was different today. He wasn't the bad guy he usually was. She hadn't seen him this way. Was she the first?
The silence was getting to them both. Neither wanted to say a word. He looked at her and she looked back. "Jack." He turned back to look at the ceiling. "My real name is Jack."
Wow! He actually told her. Jack. It was the perfect fit. She didn't know how to respond so she just nodded.
"What made you start cutting yourself?" He asked looking back at her.
"I've cut myself since I was thirteen. I had a bad life."
"But what caused you to start?"
"It's a long story."
"We both have time."
She knew if he wanted to know she would have to start spilling her guts. "My life was a piece of shit. I lost my parents when I was seven. They died in a car accident. I didn't have any family so I had no where to go." She kept looking back and forth from the ceiling to him. "I was put into foster care. The first house I was in I tried to keep to myself. My foster dad started abusing me. He would touch me and make me touch him. At the time I didn't understand what was gong on and he made me promise not to tell anyone. He also started to beat me. I was there a few years before I finally told someone at school and they took me out of there. When I was ten I was placed with another family. It wasn't any better there. I was treated like a slave and beaten up constantly." She signed. She hated remembering her past. That's where she wanted to keep it in the past. "I was only there for about a year when I was taken to yet another house. At first I was happy. I felt like I finally belonged. But that feeling didn't last long. After being there for two years I was thirteen. That's when my new foster dad started molesting me. Not just touching me but actually inserting his fingers into me. He made me perform oral on him. That's when I started cutting myself. My life was never any better. He continued to do those things to me until the day I ran away when I was sixteen. I lived with friends but mostly on the streets. I dropped out of school. Then at eighteen I moved in with one of my friend. I got my GED then went off to college. I kept cutting though. I was already addicted to it." She closed her eyes for a few seconds. She had never told anyone the whole story. It was easy to spill it all out to him. She grabbed her cigarettes and lit another one. She offered him one and he took it. "Since I told you all that, can you tell me the real story behind those scars?"
He took a long drag then blew the smoke out slow. "My father. He was a asshole. He was fighting with my mom one night. I tried to break it up, big mistake. On my part." He laughed as if he was telling a joke. Then his face turned serious. "He killed my mom and made me watch. Said if I told anyone I'd be next. He gave me these as a reminder with his favorite fishing blade." He pulled out the knife to show it to her.
"What happened to him?"
"After I went to the hospital and got stitched up, I returned home. He was drinking from her favorite coffee mug. Something inside me snapped. I beat him to death with my baseball bat. Her body was still in the kitchen. He didn't even bother to clean it up or call someone to pick up the body. So with both of them dead I knew I couldn't stay there. I packed a few bags, took his car and set the house on fire. Never looked back." He took a last drag and put the cigarette out.
"How old were you?"
"Fourteen." He stood up and looked at her. "We never had this conversation. You don't know my name, you don't know a thing about me. You got that?"
"Yeah of course." She had gotten some of her answers. Now she'd have to wait until another day to get some of the rest.
He winked at her then smiled. "Good. Now get dressed we have some things to take care of." He left.
She got dressed in one of her new outfits. It was a red velvet tank top and red leggings. She fixed her hair and did her make up, then got her holster. She went downstairs and got into the van. "Where are we going?"
"I've got some people to chat with." He starred outside the window.
The van stopped in front of a white mansion. Everyone got out. The joker knocked. As soon as someone opened he shot them in the face without a word. They went inside and up some stairs. He kicked open a door. Some guy stood up from behind his desk. "What's the meaning of this?" He yelled.
"You should've been expecting me Richie." The joker got in his face. "Where are my explosives?"
Richie walked around his desk. "Don't worry you'll get em, calm down." He looked over at Linda. "Who's your little friend?" He smiled at her.
"This is venom." He pointed his gun to Richie's head. "Don't change the subject, I need those now."
"Alright, follow me." He went into another room. He punched in some code and the door opened. He pointed to five boxes in the corner. "There you go."
The Joker ordered his men to start picking things up. "I'll be back in one week for another five boxes. Make sure you're ready." He left the room with Linda following him. Everyone got back into the van. No one said a word. She hated silence. It made the ride awkward.
The van stopped at another location. The men unloaded the boxes and started placing the small bombs in the basement of a church. Linda had no idea what was going on, which was usually the case. Why would he want to blow up a church? He had two boxes left which were put back into the van. "No one will be here when it blows up sweetheart." He finished arming everything up.
"So why are you doing it?"
"To get my point across. They can't worship something that doesn't exist. I'm the one everyone should be listening to." He took her hand and led her back into the van. "Go home, watch the news. I'll see you later."
When she got to her room she turned her TV to the news. She waited for whatever she was supposed to be looking for. Then it came up. A video tape was sent to the local news station from none other than Jack. He wants people to listen to him, fear him, forget every thing else. "Gotham has too many false beliefs. You don't know what to believe in anymore. You can believe me when I tell you I will do something, like blow up a church." At that very second the tape showed the explosion. The tape cut off moments later after his laughter was heard. She turned it off. She waited for that? He had to up his game a little but she wouldn't be the one to tell him.
At around midnight he was knocking on her door. She opened it. "You're not drunk again are you?"
He laughed. "No not yet. But I am bored. Wanna drink?"
She had never drunk before. She hoped she could get through it without acting like a moron. "Sure."
He pulled out two shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey. He poured the liquor in the glasses and handed her one. She drank it fast. It burned. Then he took his. They both had a few before he started talking. "What's your favorite color?"
What a dumb question to ask. Why did he care about that useless answer? "Uh red I guess."
"Are you sure?" He drank another shot.
"It used to be black. Now it's red."
He stood up from the bed and walked over to her window. He turned to look back at her. "Did you watch the news?"
"Yeah," She took two shots back to back and was starting to get tipsy.
"What did you think?"
"Honestly? I liked the statement you made, the explosion was ok. But you need to do more. Actually kill a whole bunch of people." Yeah she was defiantly drunk now. Did she really want him to go on a killing spree?
He tilted his head slightly and gave her a wide grin. "Good idea. I'm beginning to like you."
"Well that's god because I already like you." Her eyes were getting glassy and her stomach was beginning to hurt.
He starred at her not sure what she meant. By the looks of it she probably didn't know what she was saying. "Are you ok?"
She started laughing. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You look like you're gonna fall over."
"No I'm fine." She sat up in her bed. "I think it's time we blow something up, something big!" She smiled a devilish smile.
He looked down at her; she was never more attractive than she was right now. He gave her one last shot and took two himself then sat next to her. "What did you have in mind?"
"A college. What could be better than a bunch of kids following the rules?" She ran her fingers through her hair.
"That's perfect." She was getting to the stage where he wanted her. "You're going to be great."
"What do you mean going to?" She laughed while lying down. "Can you stay here tonight? I mean if you don't mind?"
"You want me to sleep here with you?" His eyes looked her over like she was crazy.
"Well yeah. Would that be ok with you? Or is it a problem?"
"It's ok I just wanted to make sure you were serious." He took off his shirt than pants. He stayed in his underwear and got under the covers.
"Thanks." She turned around and was a slept a minute later.
Ok I'm going to be taking a little break from writing. I don't feel enough people are reading it or even like it. I don't want to be wasting my time no matter how much I enjoy writing it. I only have 20 reviews and this story is already on its 10th chapter. Thank you to those who have left reviews. I might be wrapping the story up soon. It will depend on the reviews I get from now on. I am sort of running out of ideas so we'll see what happens.