Chapter 30
I sat in my car, debating on whether or not I wanted to go in. A dress appointment. The thought alone disgusted me. I was not a wedding type of girl. I actually hated weddings. I thought they were so tacky and time consuming. But J insisted that we have a lavish and huge ordeal. I think it was more so to show off in front of the rest of the gangster underworld in Gotham. Always had to compare sizes if you know what I mean. Of course this wedding would be very, dark to say the least. I knew this. I knew that this wedding was meant for something more but I didn't pry. I had my own deals and J had his. I just prefered not to handle my business in a wedding gown.
I opened the door to my black Corvette and headed inside DeVani's Wedding Boutique. Laney DeVani was one of the most renowned designers in the world and she usually dressed mobsters and their brides around the globe. She had offered to dress The Joker, but he wouldn't have it. He told me to trust him and let him take care of his looks for our big day. I really couldn't object. I was given full rights to the rest of the wedding planning which was pretty big of him. He always had to have things his way, but with this, he let me have my way. I walked around the stylish building and looked at the insanely expensive fabrics. Laney was so expensive, she didn't even have price tags on any of her formal wear. The dress I had custom made was over forty grand. It made sense. My gown was a deep purple, corset fitting, strapless layered ball gown with pieces of twenty two karat gold lining the top. The dress was exquisite and Laney was more than happy to make it by hand. She fit it to my body perfectly and in Ivy's words, "I looked like sex on a fancy stick."
Laney emerged from her office and smiled.
"Ah, Luna dear. So happy you are here." She said with her French accent. "It's ready, want to try it on?" She asked. I nodded with a hesitant smile and headed to the back room with her. She helped me into my gown and I tried not to look at it just yet. Once she laced me up, she led me to the four way mirror and helped me onto the mini stage. I looked in the mirror and couldn't believe what I was looking at. It couldn't have been me. I looked like something that didn't exist in this world. It made me feel unnatural. But at the same time, beautiful. I looked at Laney and smiled.
"It's beautiful. Thank you." I said softly. Laney looked at me sideways.
"Are you okay Luna? You seem…off." She asked. Laney had known me since I was a teenager. My dad had a brief fling with her and we became close.
"I'm fine. I just don't know what I am doing. I don't know what he is thinking." I said as I sat down on the stage, purple fabric drowning me. Laney sat down in front of me on her knees.
"You fear his intentions are not noble." Laney said, almost reading my mind.
"It's The Joker, Laney. The most feared crime lord in Gotham City. Hell even the country. He was with Harley Quinn for a long time and he never once gave her any hope of something like…" I said as I tried to spit out the word.
"Marriage." Laney finished for me. I nodded. She sighed. "I know it's scary. He is...psychotic." Laney said. She laughed a bit when I eyed her with threat. "I do not know if his intentions are pure Luna. But I do know he cares for you. I can tell, even after meeting him only a handful of times. Do you love him?" She asked as she grabbed my hands. She knew I hated being touched, but she knew to hold tight.
"Yeah I guess I do. I know I do, I just hate loving him. It's such a risk." I said. She nodded.
"That's how I felt about your dad. But you have to listen to what your heart is saying." She said. I rolled my eyes at the ooshy reference.
"Yeah, I mean I guess if we are married, we will make a pretty powerful team on the streets. Double the trouble, right?" I said nervously. She eyed me.
"You know that's not why you said yes." She said as she saw right through me. She was right. I wanted to marry The Joker. No doubt about it. I just worried if he truly wanted to make me his wife. It didn't make sense. The Clown Prince of Gotham City getting hitched? He hadn't even said he loved her yet. Not really. She knew. She knew deep down he was up to something.