Oh man, I should have known better. It was going to smooth, anyway, it just had to crash down and leave me in this deep shit.

I guess I took too much advantage of my Joker's girlfriend-status. I mean, I don't regret saving myself from the rape or robbing in that alley, and those free clothes afterwards weren't really my fault. But the new couch, the mani-pedi, the new hairdo and the freaking car, and also all that free booze, I guess it was too much at some point. But you know, anywhere I went in the neighborhood, everybody sort of knew who I was and I kinda liked it. I never got free stuff before in my life, and now everybody was so nice when they saw me and took extra care to be on my good side.

But what happened is that someone talked to the cops, cause just the other day, cops show up just as I was „shopping" for new shoes. And they're like, you're Joker's girlfriend, you come with us downtown. And I'm like naah. And then they're like, you're accomplice to all of Joker's crimes for all we care and you'll talk or else.

So I had to go with them. There was a lot of them ordinary cops and some detectives, too. One of them talks funny, like from the British movies, and he's a bit nicer than the rest. Still, none of them believes my story, and I keep on telling them it's true, I don't even know Joker.

And what's worst, I saw on the TV at the police station, it's already on the news, my picture is up there, and it says "JOKERS GF?". And they used my mugshot and lemme tell you, that shot wasn't a good one, I kinda half-blinked when they took the picture, so I look like I'm drunk or retarded or something. Geez.

…

- Look, boss. That's what I was talking about! – Timmy excitedly pointed at the TV.

- Oh Jesus, take the wheel! – Joker sank into the chair – Is the entire city of Gotham now thinking that this idiot horse-face is my girlfriend?!

- Uh, it's a bad picture, she actually looks way better – Timmy said quietly.

Ron came into the room then, eyed the television. He was pretty confused, but held up a brave face.

- Yeah, boss, you want us to pick up you lady friend?

- She's NOT my lady friend! – Joker yelled.

- Yeah but it says on the TV…

- Ron, do you question me? – Joker asked deadly serious.

- No, boss, of course not – Ron gave up quickly.

- Alright then. But we gonna pick her up anyway. Once I'm done with her, no one will think she's my girlfriend anymore.

…

Greg always loved American action movies, but not so much that he would wish to find himself in a real-life scenario of one of them. However, this was what was happening right then. Just as he and his colleagues were interrogating Sarah, Joker's suspected girlfriend, everything came crashing down. A huge explosion tore up the outer wall of the interrogation room and in came flying three guys, masked as clowns, followed by a maniacally laughing Joker. No one was seriously hurt by the explosion, except from two cops who were unconscious.

- Darling! I come to your rescue! – he picked up Sarah like she weighted not more than a feather.

- What! Lemme go! – Sarah yelled.

- Joker?! – Greg blurted out, taken aback by surprise – What is going on here?!

- Shut it, copper – Joker winked at Greg, showing that he recognized him – I'm just, ah, picking up my girlfriend here, if you cops are to be believed.

- I'm not your girlfriend, what's wrong with you! – Sarah cried out.

- I heard differently – Joker shrugged.

- Leave her be immediately and put your hands behind your head – Greg got hold of his weapon which he now pointed at Joker.

- How about.. – there was a knife pointed at Sarah's throat - ..you give me you cell phone and I don't cut her up right now?

- My what? – Greg asked, confused.

- Do you really want me to repeat myself? – the knife cut Sarah's skin pretty deep, and she let out an agitated scream.

- What the..here, take it! – Greg threw his phone to Joker.

- Thank you, kind sir. Say hello, to the, uh, family.

With that, Joker slowly retreated through the massive hole in the wall, Sarah in tow.

…

Molly's new workplace was better than expected. The equipment was up-to-date, the location superb, the staff friendly and professional. The work itself was interesting and she felt herself pushing to prove her worth.

She took a short break and went to the small kitchenette in order to make some coffee. There was a small TV in that room, constantly turned on. She almost dropped her cup when she was the news that was currently being shown.

Not only was it about Jack. Joker. Whoever. It was about him blowing up a police station. In order to free his. GIRLFRIEND.

HIS BLOODY GIRLFRIEND.

A trainwreck of a girlfriend, judging from the mugshot.

She slammed the cup at the table, unable to tear her eyes from the TV.

She's younger than me. She looks like some criminal meth-head. Or is it just the picture. She could actually be pretty. Prettier than me. She seems slimmer than me. He blew up a police station for her. Me, he just left. He didn't fight for me. For her, it's fucking fireworks. I shouldn't have come. Why did I listen to Sherlock? I should have stayed in London. Look at this. Knight in a purple armor, saving his girlfriend. I shouldn't be jealous. I'm better than this. … No, I'm not. Goddamn. I'm about to explode. Was she his girlfriend even before we met? Was I just some fling?