That's it, she was going to die next week and she didn't even care. After signaling for another drink to be brought over, Eva reached for her tablet to shut it off when she felt a pair of hands grasp and her shoulders. "Well, well, well…"
Her blood ran cold and the delightful buzz was lost and replaced with terror "Shit…"
It was the only thing she could manage to say. He squeezed her shoulders again and toyed his fingers across the inked vines on her back, then walked around to stand in front of her. Eva's eyes jumped to where Marni was, thankfully, she seemed occupied. Joker glanced over his shoulder "Ashamed of your client….. sweetheart?"
He eyed Marni for a moment and muttered to himself, "Mmm, I always liked blondes."
Grabbing Marni's chair, he sat down "I didn't… expect to see you here."
It was then that her drink was brought over. The waiter looked just as terrified as Eva felt. She didn't touch it nor could she bring herself too, at this point Eva was sick to her stomach and the mass of drinks that she had tonight were doing nothing to calm her "Good to see you too, Mister Joker."
Leaning back, he flashed her his metal teeth. "Sooo formal."
Eva, said nothing and let her fingers stroke the glass as its cold sweat seeped into her skin and his eyes drilled into hers. Though every fiber of her being was screaming for her to look away, Eva couldn't bring herself to do it, she was too scared, she was too stupid to play docile. The moment felt like an eternity to Eva, but it lasted a few seconds before Joker took up his chatter "My, my, my… I think I like you in this outfit more than what you had on when we first met…"
He gestured grandly to her outfit. She had been wearing jeans and a long sleeve shirt last they spoke. Eva had worn this dress several times, it never made her uncomfortable, until now with the way Joker eyed her. It made her feel like she was wearing something with a cut that dipped all the way to her navel. Smirking, Joker leaned forward and grabbed her hand and pulled her across the table. If Eva could grit her teeth any harder, they'd shatter. Running his fingers along her arms, he traced out her collection of tattoos. His fingers paused on a line that Eva had pulled from Victor Hugo's The Laughing Man, "The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor."
The quote had been layered onto an inked set of Conrad Veidt's teeth, which had been photographed for the production of The Man Who Laughs. The original silent film had been good and the book was a favorite of hers. Though Eva had dropped out of college within a year. The reason she even attempted to take on such an expensive educational feat, had been due to her love of reading. Eva had a certain fondness for Victor Hugo and his works. She had gathered up a collection of him on her body, she felt a sense of communion with the long dead writer and the way he portrayed the unending miseries of the human existence.
This was probably why she found enjoyment in reading the works of the Bronte sisters, things never truly ended happily, in the end someone had to suffer in order to earn their passable joys if it was ever bestowed on them. Hell, she kept a random quote from Jane Eyre on her person, which read "I must keep in good health, and not die."
His finger nails dug into her skin, he seemed to find amusement in causing her pain as the nails etched into the outlines of Veidt's teeth. Eva wasn't flinching, her resolve and skin held firm for a moment before any blood could seep from under Joker's dirt grimed fingernails "I think this is my favorite, I always like smiles."