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25: The New Goal

It was nice to watch him sleep and get to be next to him. After an hour I too began to feel tired, and succumbed to sleep. I only woke up when he moved from beneath me. "Where are you going?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"Out." He sounded cold. I would need to get used to that.

"Can I come with you?"

"No," and then he was out the door. I filled Kitty's food bowl and gave her more water. My stomach rumbled. How long had I been asleep for? I changed into some underwear replacing my shirt after, and found a pair of sweatpants at the bottom of the suitcase. When I went to unlock the door I found that it was already open. I walked downstairs. There were three men, one of whom I had seen before after I had killed the other girl. He was sent in to clean up the mess. I immediately began to feel uncomfortable.

"So you're the new girl." One of them said, he had a rough look about him; I didn't like the feeling I got. "I heard a rumor that you know his name," I saw him pick up a gun from the table and point it directly at my head. "You know how he got his scars. Is it true?" I don't know why, but I didn't just stand my ground I actually moved closer to the man. I spoke, not a trace of fear in my voice.

"What's it to you?"

"Well, see, we've been working for him for a while now," his finger was on the trigger, "We want some answers."

I laughed. "Sorry, can't give them to you." He hit my face with the butt of the pistol. I touched my nose; blood was streaming out of it. I laughed.

"You don't really have a choice, honey." The barrel was resting on my forehead now.

I smiled, "Well then, you are going to have to kill me. And I don't feel like being killed today, so I will just have to kill you first." Who was I? The confident Stealing Siren had collided with me and I was both concerned and carefree about the situation. The men looked at each other and two of them laughed. The other one looked a bit frightened. He had seen the mess I made. I quickly grabbed the gun from my head, and in a swift motion I had the gun pointed at the laughing man and my hand around my attackers neck. The nervous one dropped his gun. "I would sooner die than tell you anything about him, and I would sooner kill you than die. I recommend you never asking me about it again," I kicked the man away from me, releasing his throat. "Now I am going to eat something," I began to walk to the kitchen, "And I will be telling him about this when he gets back."

The kitchen was sparse, but I found a bag of chips that would work just fine. I sat at the table, one hand on the gun the other stuffing chips into my mouth. The scarred fellow came in. He mumbled something I couldn't make out, "Excuse me?" I said with authority.

"I just said, he told us to do that."

"What?" We heard the front door open. The Joker walked into the kitchen, and gave me a funny look. I had totally forgot that there was probably blood all over my face. "I'm glad you're back." I smiled at him.

"Go clean yourself up." I went upstairs and after I shut the bedroom door I heard him yelling something, and was that a gunshot. Who knows, I needed to clean up. I went to the bathroom and examined myself in the mirror. My nose was definitely broken. I had read a book about how to set them, and I was just about to give it a shot when the Joker came into the room. He walked over to me and put his hands on my face, a thumb on either side of my nose. "Look up." I followed his direction. There was a heinous pop and a shot of pain to my face, my eyes involuntarily watered.

"They tried to make me tell them what I knew about you." I said before I held the hand towel to my nose to stop the bleeding.

"And did you?"

I laughed a little. "Nope," I smiled beneath the towel. "They won't be asking again." I detected a smile under all that make up.

"And why's that?"

"I told them I'd kill them," I laughed.

"You wouldn't though," he said as he started to take off his suit.

"Well I wouldn't tell anyone. Not my secret to tell." I ran the towel under the water and began to clean up my face. "You really should pick your people more carefully." He went into the shower. I looked at my shirt. Great. The blood from my nose had reached the collar and had begun its trip down. I took it off and ran it under the water till the blood was mostly gone. I went and laid on the bed, Kitty was kneading the comforter beside me. When he sat beside me he was Jack again. I sat up to join him, "How was your day?" He just kind of looked at me, not saying anything. I think there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes. There was the want again. Why did he have to not where a shirt? I looked him; his defined muscles almost teased me. Like there they were, looking all lovely, and I couldn't have them. Why couldn't I? I leaned forward and sat on his lap. He looked at me, turning his head slightly. I think he was about to say something, but I couldn't let that happen. I grabbed his face and began kissing him. At first, he just sat there unwilling to even move his lips, so I grinded my hips slightly. There he was, kissing me right back moving closer to me, his hands on my back bringing me closer. I rolled onto the bed and pulled him on top of me. We stayed like that for a while, mouths moving together, his free hand roaming around my body. My hands were focused on his arms. They were so perfect in my hands; I loved how his skin felt on my fingertips. After a few minutes I was no longer fine with the feel of him arms, I wanted to feel all of him. My hands began to wander, eventually finding their way to the waistband of his boxers. I was allowed to linger there only for a second when he rolled off of me.

"Only if I love you, remember?" He laughed hysterically.

"I said I changed my mind," I crossed my arms and harrumphed. He just laughed more. The rest of the day I would have considered boring had I not been at Jack's side. We ate dinner, saw his painted face on the news, and I discovered that it was a gunshot that I heard before. The man who broke my nose was no longer a threat. I tried to read Jack, but he was an enigma; making absurdly dark jokes and going out of his way to scare the men who worked for him. I wasn't scared though; I was just happy to be with him, even though I had no idea if he felt anything for me. But I had time; I had two weeks to make him fall for me. I felt the siren come back for a moment. And I always get what I want.