Chapter 26- Hijacked Mentality
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Ready. Set. Go.
It'd been a couple of weeks since Bruce Wayne's banquet. The city was still in havoc over the sudden return of the Joker. Now, people felt it was real. Now, people were looking over their shoulders when they walked on the streets, and were inside their homes by 9 p.m.. Now, people lived by the news, and panicked when they saw even the slightest tinge of purple of green.
Now, people were afraid.
I had contemplated what my life had become these past several months. I was now aiding the most wanted criminal in Gotham. That had to be a crime. I had fallen for the most wanted criminal in Gotham. That had to be a bigger crime, and one I couldn't help. What had become of me?
Don't get me wrong; as a child, I always rooted for the villain. The good guys were so righteous and optimistic that it was boring. The bad guys were the ones who had the brilliant schemes and it always sucked to see these schemes foiled by the do-gooder.
The Joker was not your classic villain though. He didn't have a big scheme. Well, actually, maybe he did, but I had no idea what it was.
After being with the Joker, I felt my moral compass had sincerely lost direction. I saw him murder and kill, and despite being traumatized by these events, I never spoke out against him. He threw my moral compass out of whack, or probably disposed of it. Something in me knew that what he was doing was wrong. My morals and principles were fighting against me every second of the day, but I pushed them off. I knew what kind of lifestyle I had entered by being with him, and my morals fought me every day. Part of me knew that blowing up buildings and killing civilians was wrong but a bigger part of me was somewhat alright with that and learned to accept it.
I mean, there was no going back now. He was literally all I had, and it may sound frightening or extreme, but he made a lot of sense.
I was sitting against the headboard on the Joker's bed. I often came here, or he lounged at my place. It's not like he needed a key. I was throwing, and catching a rubber ball in the air.
He was sitting at his desk, and scribbling down notes and whatnot. Sometimes, he would stop, and play with the knife on his desk. He would run his bare fingers over the blade, without the slightest scare that he might cut his finger.
Several questions had been bugging me lately. I caught the ball mid-toss, and set it aside.
" Do you like dressing up like Jack?" I asked.
He stopped writing, but he still faced his desk. I got off the bed, and slid my arms around his neck on and onto his chest. I rested my head on his shoulders, and dug my face into the cradle of his neck.
I loved being this close to him.
He stiffened at first, but then I felt his arm on my hand.
" Some-timessss. The gen-eral pop-u-lus tends to be booooooring though. It's filled-uh with mind-less peo-ple who foll-ow rules and mor-als as if they mean some-thing." He spat out.
" Hey, I'm part of the general populous." I said, somewhat offended.
" HA HA. No you-'re no-t dear. You havvvvve a brain. You knooow wha-t the wor-ld is reallllly like. You don-'t seeeee the world throu-gh some flower-ed framessss. No. No. You see i-t with yourrrr eyes. "
" Is that why your eyes are so cold?" I blurted out. I instantly regretted what I said.
I could feel him stiffen under me, and I hoped this situation didn't take a turn for the worse.
He didn't respond, and I moved on.
" You know, the other day at work, Bruce Wayne asked me where "Jack" went when the Joker attacked."
" Anddd what-'d you sayyyy?" The Joker responded. The tips of his fingers were now slowly gliding over my hands as he listened to me.
" First, I asked him where he went. I didn't see his rich ass anywhere." I replied somewhat angrily as I remembered the moment.
Bruce Wayne caught me at work the day after his party, and apologized for what happened and blah blah blah. He then says, " I didn't see Jack when the Joker attacked."
" HA HA HA. He's tryyy-ing to make me looook ba-d. Well, I'-ll showww him. The Joker said a little more seriously.
Maybe that was true. Either way, I wasn't going to stand Bruce making the Joker look bad, or Jack, I mean. So I said, " I didn't see you either." This shut Bruce up and I didn't talk to him the rest of the day.
I loved talking to the Joker like this. He listened to my troubles, and more often than not, he made fun of them one way or another. I didn't mind though. It lightened up the mood, and made me smile. I took things too seriously anyways.
I loved listening to him talk as well. He was such an interesting person and so animated. Sure he was deadly, but that just added to his repertoire. I didn't mind a bad-ass, and especially one who had the right to that name.
I leaned into the cradle of his neck again. His touch was surprising. His hands weren't rugged at all, and it was tantalizing.
He started to draw little circles on my hands.
" Have you ever kidnapped another woman besides me?" I asked. It had been bugging me for weeks.
" HA HA HA. Jeallllousss toot-s? We-ll tha-t blond you saw. I kid-napped her. I thin-k I might-ve kid-napped another blon-d a couple of month-s before. No where as prett-y as you, sug-ar plum."
I smiled. He knew how to charm a girl.
" Yea-h, I carv-ed her face. She talk-ed bac-k. HAHA. Whennn I was done, she couldn'-t even op-en her mou-th, le-t alone ta-lk."
Charm was now gone.
" That's wonderful." I said sarcastically.
" I would-'ve car-ved yourrrrrr face."
I stiffened and he felt it. He stopped making circles on my hand.
" Bu-t yourrrr face act-ually sai-d things I want-ed to he-ar." He finished.
In some dark, twisted, demented way, that was very sweet.
" I'm glad." I responded.
His fingers started to make circles again.
" What are you going to do next? You know, to wreck havoc on the city?"
I heard him let out a huge exhale.
" Well, be-sides merely exi-st, I doooo have an id-ea. I amm goi-ng to plun-ge Got-ham into ut-ter chaos." He said matter-of-factly.
" How?" I asked. I kissed him again on the neck.
" HA HA HA dear-ie. It is qui-te sim-ple. I will des-troy wha-t mean-s the mos-t to the peo-ple. I-t won'-t be hardddd you know. No. Peo-ple arrrre sim-ple. This, no, th-isss idea is gran-d."
" Well, what's the first step?" I asked excitedly.
" Uhhh, Got-ham Ban-k. You-'re in-vited." With that said, he turned in his chair, and landed a big kiss on my lips.