Chapter two
Hey guys this came kind of early, but I hope to keep spitting them out. Have fun!
Sitting in the GCPD lobby, I couldn't stop thinking of my run in with a certain clown. He was definitely an interesting guy, albeit still a pretty scary one. I couldn't stop remembering the way he grabbed me and said I shouldn't have issues with my image. Well what does he know, he is most certainly not a plump women in Gotham let alone America. Whatever, he was just making himself laugh at my expense as so do many others. I would like to analyze how he views himself though, that would be a hell of conversation, I snickered to myself.
"Excuse me ma'am, you are free to go, thank you for answering our questions." Said a nice older man, interrupting my giggling. "My name is Gordon, in case you remember anything elsea bout your encounter. The Joker is a very dangerous man, and no one can predict his actions. The Batman threw him back in the asylum earlier this morning, a few hours after your run in. It seems he was leaving a trail of bodies and other things in a sort of mockery of him. You're safe Ms. Anderson." He gave me a comforting look, he was a pretty nice guy, he exuded safety all around the station.
"Would you like an escort home Ms. Anderson?" Gordon said. I replied that a ride would be nice change from my usual walks.
The street passing by as I looked out the patrol car window was a blur to me. The cop was silent and I probably could have cut the tension with a wet noodle. You know if your going to serve and protect, shouldn't that include your social manners? Anyways, he pulled up to my apartment and told me to have a good day, and I told him I would try my absolute best.
The old rickety hallways of the apartment seemed to be home to all the roaches of Gotham, and the cracked windows blew wind across my face as I trudged on by. I was dying for a shower, the stitches on the side of my neck were already starting to itch. Overall I just wanted to have a nice little pity party that included both some whiskey and some ice cream.
Unlocking the door, I made sure to lock it behind me and made a beeline for the shower. I turned it on cold and jumped in. My god, showers are the best way to unwind after a stressful situation. It feels like all the experiences and all the pain just washes away under the cold spray, that is until you have to get out. Why you ask was I taking a cold shower? The same reason I live in this shitty apartment, I'm a broke ass bitch and don't want to pay for hot water.
I grabbed the bottle of honey whiskey from the cupboard and the cookie dough ice cream from the freezer and made a little fortress of solitude on my couch in front of the television. Now I know I told you I don't watch TV but that sure doesn't mean I don't highly enjoy watching movies. As I was about to blow this month's alcohol budget allowance in one night, I figured I should go all out and go get my favorite Phantom of the Opera mug to hold my libations. As I was walking back to the kitchen I slipped and fell on my ass in front of the door to the hall way.
"What the hell?" I groaned. Under my foot was a piece of paper someone must have slipped under my door. There was also a little package...that couldn't have been slipped under my door. Guess its time to change the locks, reaching up and indeed confirming my door was now unlocked. They could have at least locked up after themselves, geeze. All the paper said was "FOR MY RAINBOW", that gave me the feeling it wasn't from any of my close friends as they all know I hate being called anything other then Rain. I opened the box to find a silver necklace that looked way to feminine to belong on my neck, oh and the piece de resistance, there was a colorful Rainbow charm dangling on it.
Hmm, maybe my sister Sean sent it to me, she is always trying to get me to accessorize myself and dress like a full grown women. She always says "A twenty eight year old woman with your curves shouldn't be walking around in sweat suits all day etc, etc." Well Sean, it is very hard for me to find clothes that fit every curve for the right price, plus I value comfort over anything else. Whatever, as said in a fond movie of mine, "Why should I live up to anyone else's standards but my own".
I do love her, but she just has that natural beauty and personality everyone is attracted to, where I seem to naturally avert people. Speaking of Sean, I should probably call her soon, I miss the girl. I turned the rainbow pendant around and saw a rather large "J" scratched into the back. Great, it's from the funny man. What in the world would make him want to send this to me, HOW did he even get this sent here from the freekin asylum? I threw it in the drawer, shoved a chair under my front door and commenced the whiskey celebrations, deciding to worry about it another time!
I poured the liquid gold into my Phantom mug and took a hearty swig of the sweet fire. Woah, that will definitely put some hair on your chest. I chased it down with a bite of slightly melted cookie dough ice cream and I think my mouth just entered heaven. I put on Phantom of the Opera and snuggled into my blankets, ah shit, I should probably get into my pajamas before I get smashed.
Sweat suits, my choice of garment during the day. At night on the other hand I enjoy the silky and lacey variety of pajamas I find on rare occasions at the Thrifty Shopper. I changed into my dark purple silk pajamas and returned to my nest on the couch.
Careful not to touch my stiches, I laid my head down on the arm of the couch and hunkered in for the night, finally done with the responsibilities of the day. I called Paulie earlier and told him why I wasn't coming into work tomorrow and finished the bottle in the following ten minutes. Feeling quite good and drowsy, I fell asleep and dreamed of the circus and thunder storms.