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I followed him down the halls, past doors, and into rooms. There was nothing there, but why would there be? I'd lied so that I had a good reason to be in his room in the middle of the night. But I panicked when I heard breaking glass. Immediately, I clung to Jack's arm from behind and peeked over his shoulder. "What was that?" I whimpered.
The dogs, who had been following us, suddenly all started barking and got in front of us, or rather, Jack.
"Stay behind me, yeah?" He pulled a pocket knife out and flicked open the tiny blade. Looking at it, he made a face.
"Come on, you used to be the Joker, and this is the only knife you have on you?" I scoffed, not caring if I hurt his feelings. Someone was in the house besides us. I'd just gotten lucky at making up that story.
"He's a completely different person," Jack said, clearly annoyed. "I was never the Joker, please understand that. He's not me, and I'm not him. Two completely different people just happen to share the same body."
"Okay, I'm sorry, but go! There's someone here," I whispered angrily.
"Right," Jack walked slowly towards the sound of the noise; the kitchen. He grabbed a butcher's knife from the wooden knife block and looked around. "Sit right there, on the counter," he whispered to me. "It's too dark in this corner for anyone to see you, but you can still see anyone who is in the room. Don't move."
I nodded as he walked away. He paused at the doorway to the kitchen and looked around. The dogs stood a little way behind him. I stifled a scream as someone tackled Jack to the ground. I did my best to keep quiet as Jack fought with a man in black in the middle of the kitchen floor. They'd both jumped up and were circling around each other.
"What the hell are you doing in my house," Jack yelled, exchanging blows with the man.
"Why the hell are you home?" the masked man said, a panic in his voice. "Someone told me the people who lived here were on damn vacation!" His voice cracked.
The dogs barked and bit at the man's legs.
Jack grabbed the man's head and pounded it into the island. The man groaned and lay motionless in the middle of the floor. "Now," Jack growled, "get out of my house or I'm calling the cops." The dogs growled and bared their teeth. They knew when their master was serious.
I looked up at Jack. He couldn't call the cops to this house and he knew it. This is where the Joker operated out of.
The man struggled to get to his feet and stumbled out the back door.
"Damn," Jack said, looking at the door. The glass had been broken in, but the lock remained intact. He closed the door with the deadbolt and locked it. "Why didn't I close this, it's the only night I've forgotten," he shook his head.
I jumped off of the counter and stood behind him. "It's okay. We're safe now. I'll clean up the glass in the morning. Are you okay?"
He nodded. "Yes, just a headache now. He did get a few cracks in to my head. Nothing sleep can't fix. Come on."