LOOK! Another [short] chapter?! WHAT!? No way

Yes way. I will begin working on older chapters now, and WILL change the title to that chapter as "# Revised" so you guys know

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Joker POV:

After I let Golden Girl go, I planned on checking in on her the next day.

However the GLORIOUS GPD and The BAT Man had different ideas.

Apparently they found out that my double was actually a fake. So once again I was thrust into the fast life, blowing things up, stealing from the mob, fighting with the Bat.

I was captured, and I escaped, then captured, and escaped, AGAIN. You would think a place that holds crazy people hostage would have better security. Seriously.

When I arrived at my new safehouse, I leaned back in my stolen Lazy-Boy, gloved hands behind my head. And as I stared at my handiwork out of the murky windows, I remembered something. It had been about 5 months since I had seen Golden Girl, and now that I think about it, I haven't seen her, or heard about her. For a moment, the briefest moment you can imagine, like, the time it takes for a fly to realize you're about to kill it and fly away, I actually felt badly that I forgot about her.

So the next day, I went to Steve's doughnuts. Then the next day, and the next. By the 5th day, I had begun to get a little frustrated, and I'm sure gained some weight, so many doughnuts. But I digress... She was a consistent thing, I'm sure she would HATE to hear that but she is. So predictable...

By the end of the week I had sent some of my boys to find her, but they came up empty. Putting a hold on my plans to kidnap Miss Gotham, I decided to make a few calls. I eventually found out that she moved back home with her mom, back in California.

She got a new job, was going to therapy. Was getting better.

She was meeting new people. Smiling.

She was laughing...

Now that was a problem. See, see MY plan, did NOT include her moving away and moving on from this.

No...no...

She was so close to the edge, I could practically taste the madness on her breath. Those lush lips were just ASKING for it... for the kiss of madness of course...

I wonder what she would look like covered in red...

I clicked my tongue.

Just picked up and left, without thinking about little old me... How did she think I felt by being left behind!

"And without sending a note... well... we are going to do something about thaT! BOYS I'M GOING ON A LITTLE VACATION! PACK MY CARRYON!"

I always got what I wanted.

Always.

It took no time to fly to Southern California, find her place of work, and plan a little surprise reunion. I had grown used to wearing my fake face, I survived the 5 hour plane ride with it, and then some.

The day after I arrived, I put on a fresh 'face' and headed for the little bookshop. The small town was crowded, loud, and confusing. The air smelled too fresh, and everyone smiled too much. Not that I didn't like people smiling, they just were smiling for the wrong reasons. The world around them was decaying and rotting and they had no idea. But I had no time for that.

Thursday afternoons didn't seem like a busy time for a mom-and-pop bookshop, and I was correct. When I walked in, there was no one there, and the smell of new and old paper hit my nostrils. A cheery male voice called from beyond a curtain, but I wasn't listening. I was looking for gold.

I searched a few isles before I finally found her, sitting on the floor, chewing on her lip as she thumbed the pages of a book. Her hair and grown, it looked like it was long enough to touch the small of her back, and she was so deep into that book that she didn't even look up when I cleared my throat. Anger boiled in my blood. How dare that this woman think that she can just RUN AWAY from me! Does she know who I am!?

I'm the Clown Prince of Crime! Not some one night stand! I'm to be feared, to be clung to. As I stomped up to her, snarling, I realized that she- that I wanted her to need me. That was the game after all.

Before I could say anything, she looked up at me, her blue eyes bright, a welcoming smile appearing on her lips. That made my anger subside. She looked so... happy.

Why.

"Can I help you sir?"

She... she can talk. I had to pull myself away. I was too late. The game was over before it even began. There goes my fun. I glared at the books on the shelf, willing them to burst into flame.

I still haven't mastered The Force, even AFTER I've watched ALL of the Star Wars movies another 13 times. Maybe I should build a lightsaber... THAT'll put a damper on Bat Man's day!

Blinking, I just grabbed a random book, coming back to the topic at hand. Thumbing at an almanac, I took a few deep breaths, disappointed and angry. Well what was I going to do now? I glanced back at her, and she was back to reading. She had no idea it was me. Maybe she's already forgotten about me...

It's time to remind her.

"You-ah, got any comic books Sugar?" I said, watching her carefully. She froze, her back going ramrod straight, and I dropped the almanac on the shelf. That made her stand up, and her eyes met mine, and I felt electricity fly down my spine. A mix of fear and surprise were in those glorious eyes of hers, but even as I stepped heavily towards her, she didn't budge.

When I was a foot away, I could practically taste her vanilla perfume. Always smelling like cookies. It took every fibre of my being not to grab her, what I was gonna do I don't know. Slit her throat, kiss her, no idea. I searched her eyes, and slowly I could see her fear disappear, a mask forming as slow as molasses.

Then she spoke again, breaking me from my reverie.

"Comic books are one row over,"

I laughed, I missed that mouth. Putting my hands in my pockets, I grinned at her, the liquid latex stretching over my skin. My fingers played with the switchblade in my pocket.

"We-ah... need to talk Sugar... A nice. Long. Talk," I spat, and she made a face as she wiped whatever landed on her off. Her nonchalance pissed me off.

Here I am, miles away from my kingdom, trying to do HER a favor, and here she is. Smirking. I SHOULD BE THE ONE SMIRKING. As I started to fume, her smirk grew to a smile, to a grin. And before I could smack that smile off of her face, she said, in that damn musical voice of hers:

"Why so serious? You still owe me a dinner date,"

Then she picked up her book, and started back down the isle. And I was stuck between strangling her, or staring at the way her body moved.

I always get what I want.

Always.

Even if I couldn't figure out WHAT I wanted.