Third chapter, little bit short this time, kind of a link between chapters... and still writing… Enjoy!
"The Joker" created by Bob Kane and Bill Finger. Nora created by me
Part III: "Inside his head"
-So- said she, trying to be serious – Are we going to go… somewhere?
-Ahhh… I perceive a bit of anxious feeling going round there
-It was just a question. But care not, for now I`m beginning to like your little surprises.
He laughed soundly, taking off his mask and grabbing her arm towards him. But something had change, he could tell; her body was no longer at the defensive, her touch was more receptive, she wasn`t fighting anymore. Was she "transforming" herself that fast? Time had passed since she left the police corps and reconsider her righteous life, that much is true, but as a matter of fact, they had met each other just a couple of days ago; that made him think on how funny could life be sometimes…right now, she was dealing with her own madness, a madness she couldn`t possibly understand nor accept, moreover, she tried to resist it by becoming an agent of law and justice, her perfect antithesis to what was laying deep inside. Now, a statement came into his mind, words he himself had pronounce time ago, in some curious and quite uncomfortable circumstances.
-Oh girl, that`s the kind of thing that puts a smile on my face, y' know? See, you reminded me of this guy I used to know. His story is quite tragic, but anyway, he was in a… let`s say, kind of predicament once, he had to made a choice, a really important choice, and of course as every natural human being, he was afraid; he needed that extra bonus of courage and adrenaline which makes you dare to do things. He needed a push, and as you should know, madness is like---
-Gravity! - Said she, all of a sudden- madness is like gravity: it only needs a little push!
He guffawed so strong he jumped. Nothing could be more surprisingly delightful than she ending his own phrases. She continued, inspired by a new emotional strength, her arms folded over the chest.
-What? Impress? Well, you shouldn`t. I`ve made my research, you know? But that`s not important now, because I know what you mean… you think I`m being a victim of this gravity, and yes, I needed a push so you gave it to me. The thing is…
-Yes? - he was truly interested now
-The thing is I don`t want to be a victim anymore. For now on, I refuse to be a victim.
He stopped to think about that, and what he found was terrific; this girl, inside her black ballet outfit and make up was taking the next step, throwing an unmistakable war calling and that, he has to admit, was turning him on to death and giving him the creeps, both at the same time. He took little steps to her; she stood right there waiting for an answer.
Look at you go! My little clown pal has everything right round there, me thinks. I just have one question for you, dear
What?
Well, is it comfortable in there?
What do you mean?
There... – his tone became dark and rough as he lifted a hand over his temple- Inside. My. Head…
They got into a black car. The night was getting cold, but they both were burning in excitement. He drove rudely through the crowded streets, where common people were having their common parties at the common celebration of Halloween; nobody could ever minded them, as they moved by the city on their own frequency. She put a hand on his knee and kept looking right into his face, perhaps trying to reach out something of his sweet bloody madness, perhaps trying to find out what he was all about, or about her… by that time, the night had eaten them alive; from now on, everything could happen.