The jacket of the purple suit was casually thrown on the floor.
The trousers were still on the man, who was now sitting on the sofa.
The same sofa he always ended up sitting on on a Friday night.
Joker sighed.
His life had become so boring...
Batman hardly ever payed attention to him anymore.
Batman was always off playing with someone else.
Clay face, that puppet guy and he was off with superman and the other justice arseholes earlier this week too.
And he hadn't seen or heard from Harley in over 3 months.
God she'd be mad at him when she got out of Arkham.
She'd say it was his fault that she'd been put in there.
But it wasn't his fault she didn't run fast enough.
"Silly girl" he laughed.
He needed something to do.
Then he remembered that woman.
It had been nice talking to someone new.
And odd that she wasn't afraid of him 'a fan' so to say.
Hmm...
Maybe he should go and see her.
But it had only been a day.
Doesn't that seem a little too soon?
Wouldn't it be better for her to sit around wondering if he was coming?
He shook his head and laughed.
Why was he bothering with what she might be thinking?
All that mattered was that he was bored.
And that he could have fun with her.
The first place he looked was the bar.
He'd be lucky if she was there.
Oh.
Look at that.
"It must be my lucky day." He whispered to himself.
As she walked out of the pub.
With a take away coffee held to her lips.
Joker giggled to himself.
He followed her at a distance, pulling his hat down over his face.
She darted into a Chinese restaurant.
He pressed him self against the wall, peering through the window.
Joker waited for over five minutes for her to come out, holding a large bag full of food.
It looked like too much food for just one person, but then again she did say she had lots of cats.
He shrugged and continued walking after her.
She suddenly stopped, dead still, realising someone was following her.
Joker slipped behind a car, laughing quietly.
Such fun!
She was looking casually behind her.
And, not seeing him, she shook her head gently and continued walking.
Although slightly slower than before.
He snuck out from behind the car and positioned him self slightly further from her before preceding.
Taking one last look over her shoulder.
And again not seeing him.
Amanda took out her keys and scampered into her apartment building.
Joker stood up straight, cleared his throat, and started whistling.
He caught the door and strolled into the building.
He walked up to the front desk.
"How may I help you?" the doorman behind the desk said, looking slightly confused as to why this mans hat was covering his face.
"Hello my good sir" Joker said, putting on his most manly voice.
"I'm looking for a lovely little lady who lives in this building, goes by the name Amanda?"
The doorman cocked his head "no one in this building goes by that name sir"
"Oh right... well she's about 5'10, she has red hair and has a kind of square shaped face."
The old man nodded "that'd be miss Rachel, from apartment 12. Why would she tell you her name was Amanda?"
"Yes that is a little weird isn't it..." Joker smiled, turning to go up the stairs.
"But then she always has been a little odd." The doorman joked.
Bang!
And the poor old man fell to the floor.
With a slightly smoking hole in his chest.
"I'm the one who tells the jokes, thank you!" Joker yelled in his normal tone.
And he galloped up the stairs.
He counted the apartments as he went.
One.
Four.
Seven.
Ten.
It must be on this floor.
Ah yes, twelve.
He lent up against the door and pulled a compact mirror from his pocket.
He admired himself for a few seconds, then checked his teeth and placed the mirror back in his pocket.
He slowly knocked on the door.
He tipped his hat back and smiled widely as the door opened.
"Are you impressed with my detective skills now?"
For a second she stood with her mouth slightly open in near shock.
She was wearing the same clothes as when they first met, although without the scarf, or footwear.
"Umm, kind of. So it was you who was following me then?"
She opened the door wider to let Joker in.
"Holy wow, you weren't lying when you said you had a lot of cats!"
As he walked in he was hit by the smell of cat litter.
And the sight of at least one cat on every surface.
And about 5 huddled round the bag of Chinese food that had been placed on the table.
"Yeah, I'm what some people would call a crazy cat lady" she giggled.
"Would you like some sweet and sour chicken?" she said as she walked to the table, casually sweeping the cats off.
"I've never had it." He said, looking around the small apartment, an open plan living room/kitchen and two doors along a wall, one probably led to the bathroom and the other to the bedroom.
Her mouth dropped open "seriously?"
Joker nodded.
"Well that's weird."
She suddenly stopped and looked around frantically.
"Isis? Isis where are you?"
Now that name sounded familiar.
"Who's Isis?"
"She's one of my friends cats. Oh there you are you silly thing!" she picked up the cat and stroked her head.
"I'm looking after her while she's on holiday. Oh you'll never guess who shes gone with! Bruce Wayne! I really can't believe I know someone who knows Bruce Wayne." she laughed.
Joker smiled at her as he pulled some food out of the paper bag.
He pulled a fork out of one of his almost bottomless pockets and began scarfing down the liquidy chicken.
Rachel also took some food then sat on the sofa.
She patted the seat next to her.
Joker looked down suspiciously at her, before cautiously sitting next to her.
It was a rather small sofa, he was practically sitting on her lap.
She giggled and he smiled at her.
She flicked on the T.V.
Loony toons, his favorite.
He sighed and smiled.
Ok, so this was what he normally did on a Friday night but at least this time he had a friend to share it with.
And some nice food, some of which they threw on the floor for the cats to eat.
They laughed as they watched the cats fight over a hunk of chicken.
"Ok you two that's enough..." she waved her foot at them.
She let out a tiny squeak as one of them scratched her foot.
"Ow! Harry you little...!"
She hobbled to the kitchen and pulled a plaster from a drawer.
She hopped around trying to put it on her self before collapsing on the floor.
Joker burst out laughing, not getting up to help, "clumsy you." he managed to say through the giggles.
"Damn it." she said as she lifted herself onto the counter.
"Could you help me get this on please?" she whispered sheepishly.
Joker got up, still giggling, "Of course Amanda, or should I say Rachel?"
She blushed as he said this.
"I'm sorry about that, but everyone knows how dangerous you can be, and I didn't really want my name out there as 'a friend of the Joker' 'coz most of the time, if you're lucky or stupid enough to become friends with the Joker, eventually you're going to end up either in prison or dead."
He smirked and stuck the plaster on her foot.
She limped back to the sofa.
"Not everyone I'm 'friends' with dies or goes to Arkham."
"Oh yeah who's not?"
"Umm... yeah ok no one." he mumbled contemplatively.
She smiled and nodded.
"Well ok, but a guy can change can't he?"
He sat on the sofa next to her, and resumed watching T.V.
She made a small gasping noise "ahh my foot really hurts."
She started to rub her foot.
"Well it was quite a deep cut."
"It's my own fault really."
Joker smiled and nodded.
She laughed again and they continued talking.
The jacket of the purple suit had been casually thrown on the floor.
The trousers were still on the man, who was now sitting on the sofa, with a girl named Rachel.
They were talking about all sorts or nonsensical things, just talking, and occasionally laughing, watching T.V.
And they were both fine with that, just talking, as if friends.