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Poker face, Joker face
Gwyn's POV
"No!" I cried, defeated.
Joker let out his signature string of mechanical laughter and threw the console's controller down. He had just beaten me for the fourth time at Tekken. This was a sight that could easily either amuse someone, or seriously frighten them. I wasn't even sure exactly which of those emotions I was feeling at the moment. I was currently sitting beside the Joker on his couch… in his living room… that was located in his mansion, and playing video games…
It had been a week or so since he brought me here. After I spent the first day or two evaluating the situation; I decided the most efficient way to attempt an escape would be to first gain trust. Unfortunately, this meant obeying Joker's every command and putting up with his moronic goons. But surprisingly –after just a few days of proving submission-- Joker gave me a limited range of freedom. This newfound limited freedom included; monitored access to the living room, unsupervised showers (I really rather not get into that one.), and access to his very own built-in library. It turns out; Joker is quite the avid reader. He also cooks, which both amused and confused me.
So I spent most my days reading. Joker spent his terrorizing Gotham City. At the end of the day –or night, he would come back either insanely gleeful or moodily silent. We did have fights, usually due to me getting frustrated and asking him to let me go already, or his annoying habit of referring to me as Addisyn, or Addi.
Joker also took the liberty of having my wardrobe moved here, which I did appreciate, however –I did not appreciate him taking it upon himself to go through my underwear drawer. Bastard…
My thoughts were brought back to present time as Joker cleared his throat. I glanced over at him and he looked at me expectantly. I crossed my arms over my chest.
"I'm not playing again." I stated.
"Is ah, someone a sore loser?" He smacked his lips.
"No," I said honestly, "I just don't give into monotony. You're good at this game and I'm not."
"So uh, is there something else you'd rather do?"
"Go home?" I said hopefully. Joker replied by simply giving me a skeptical look. This irritated me. This was getting old; I had my own life. I know Al had to be plenty desperate by now, I had to have hundreds of missed calls from him on my cell already… not that I really cared, but still –I needed to get on with my own life now. I sighed, "You can't keep me here forever, you know, people will start looking for me." Not really, but this is at least worth a shot.
Unfortunately, Joker saw through my façade. "Ahuh," He got off the couch, "I ah, find that hard, to believe. You uh, didn't exactly have any 'friends', Addisyn." He started giggling.
That did it. I jumped to my feet and slapped him across the face. Joker quickly reacted by grabbing me painfully by the wrist and dragging me down the hallway. Once he reached the bedroom; he threw me inside. I landed beside the bed, nearly missing contact between the corner of the bed frame and my head. I got back up to my feet and glared at him.
"Why don't you just get it over with and kill me?" I demanded.
"Because, dear Addisyn, then I would miss these uh, tender-hearted moments." He grinned and slammed the door shut, leaving me fuming.
A few seconds went by before I could respond, "You know, I thought I was kidnapped by *The Joker*, not the physchotic-homocidal-and-sometimes-friendly-smartass-clown-guy-that-cooks." I shouted.
I plopped down on the bed and rested on my side. My wrist was throbbing; there would definitely be a bruise. I closed my eyes, refusing to let any tears fall.
Bastard...
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I woke up from my nap and stretched. I sat up on the bed and glanced at my wrist; sure enough, a fresh bruise was making its appearance. I sighed and got off the bed to walk toward the door, I wondered if he had locked me in here. To my dismay, the door was unlocked. Hmm… I opened the door and peeked my head out, no one was insight. No way... I couldn't help the shred of hope bubbling up inside me. I left the room and tiptoed down the hallway; only to have that small bubble of hope burst when I spotted the lone henchman sitting in the kitchen, shoving Twinkies in his mouth. He saw me and stiffened, I quickly reassured him.
"Just going to watch some TV." He seemed to relax a bit, I nodded and went toward the living room; sighing as I entered. I plopped down on the couch and turned the TV on, flipping through the channels with the remote, I stopped when I landed on the local news channel. The news anchor appeared on the screen looking flush and panicked.
"This just in, we have breaking news. The Gotham City Community Center has been attacked. I repeat, there has been an explosion at the Gotham City Community Center. Eye witnesses believe this is yet another attack of terrorism from The Joker, who was reportedly seen wearing a... Nun's uniform. The death toll is at this point unknown. Please stay with us as we cover more of this developing story. . ."
I stared incredulously at the TV screen. Not two seconds went by before the Joker came through the doorway; wearing an ash-covered nun uniform and a huge manic grin. I continued to stare at him incredulously with my mouth hanging open. A few moments went by before I could respond.
"What. The. Hell?" I sputtered.
"Uh, occu-pational hazard." He said as his grin turned sheepish.
I turned the TV off and got off the couch, "What exactly did blowing up the community center prove?"
"Don't ah, try to act indifferent, Syn-nie," He smacked his lips and stalked closer to me, "You uh know what I've, noticed? You haven't once called me uh, 'crazy', yet. Why do you think that is?" He was hovering over me now.
"Maybe because it'd be the understatement of the year?" I was fuming now; he knew how to piss me off.
"Heh heh. Or maybe, because you're starting to uh, see things my way." His grin got wider and more smug.
I opened my mouth to yell at him, but was stopped by the sound of someone in the room clearing their throat. I was both surprised and confused by the sight at the doorway. A very petite girl who looked to be in her early twenties –if not late teens –was leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest, wearing a huge grin. She had big blue eyes that sparkled with amusement and a pixie face perfectly framed with straight blonde short hair.
"Kristina." Joker simply stated. He seemed somewhat irritated.
She quickly took on a wounded look and pouted, "Now is that any way to greet your only little sister?"