Hello Darlings, I'm so excited for the support from you guys for my story! I really appreciate the reviews, and in addition I would like to hear your opinions on where this story should go, I already have a good idea but I would love to hear from you guys! I do not own Batman or any characters from the universe, I just own Rainbow, her sister, and Paulie! Have fun kiddies!
I think I was dreaming. There were lights and bells in my face, almost blinding me. When my vision cleared I saw I was at a carnival and inwardly cringed, the last time I was at a carnival was when I snuck out of my house at age 12. I had a great time just looking at all the pretty lights and watching families have fun on the boardwalk. I remember a mime that entertained my broke ass when he saw I didn't have money for games. When I had returned home I found my parents overdosed on the couch. Again, that was the last time I went to one of these things.
Presently, I was the only one here in lala land. I walked down the red brick path, passing snack booths and kiddie games. My goal it seemed was the carousel, looking up at it I was in wonder. I felt like a child again and started giggling. When my favorite horse came around the corner, my friend the mime was there, standing at the edge of the ride smiling at me.
I enjoyed the view, what was he doing? He jumped off the edge and skipped over to me. Was he going to do a trick? I hope he was going to! He jumped up and down and held his hand out to me, I took it and he pulled me in for a dance. I swayed to the chaotic music of the carnival with my friend in the black and white makeup, the colorful lights becoming a blur around us.
I was content to twirl with him, it was exhilarating and I didn't question it. I threw my head back and laughed into the night, and at that moment a mass of black clouded my vision, taking away the beautiful lights I loved. I heard cawing and realized it was a mass of crows descending on me and my mime friend. I heard a giggle next to me. I looked at him slowly, not feeling safe with him anymore. Shit. His black lipstick smile had turned blood red and his coal eyeliner had smudged down his face. He pulled me flush against him and started laughing maniacally. I wanted out of this stupid dream.
The crows began pecking at us, and my vision went red as I felt blood gush down my face.
My eyes snapped open and I shivered from the nightmare I just woke up from. Why in the flying fuck had my subconscious put me through that? I sat up and I immediately regretted that action, as my head began to pound away. I realized I was in my apartment, in my bed to be exact. Hm. I touched the cut on my neck and knew my stitches had popped, but how had that happened?
My eyes went wide and my heart started pounding as I realized what had happened the last time I was conscious. Well shit, I guess I should be happy I'm still breathing, but how had I ended up back here? I slowly got out of my be and creeped over to the door trying not to make any noise. I magically managed not to stub my toe or some other fuckery like that and peeked out the door. Everything seemed normal and quiet,so I went to the bathroom to relieve myself.
As soon as I walked in I was bombarded with makeup smudged all over my bathroom. Reds, blacks, and whites were plastered on the walls of the shower and my mirror had a huge smiley face painted on it, as if I didn't already know who made this mess. God dammit I had just cleaned this shit hole! Jesus I have to work on my potty mouth. I was surprisingly calm considering the obvious evidence that the infamous psycho had showered in my apartment, I guess I was getting used to his tom foolery. I did my business and cleaned the blood of my neck and head and went to look in the kitchen, realizing I was starving.
I turned the corner and heard some rustling coming from the fridge, peeking around the counter I saw a very naked joker wrapped in a towel and pillaging my fridge.
"Well hello my little Rainbow, very slim pickings wouldn't you, ah, say? I mean where is all the sugar?" Joker questioned my, swiping his freshly made up bottom lip with his tongue. I started backing away, towards the door out of here and replied to him, "First of all, it's just Rain, and second of all you'll rot your teeth out if all you eat is sugar." Though I could tell he probably didn't care based on the slight yellowing of his teeth. When I was about a foot from the door he was on me like maple on a pancake.
"Stop. Trying. To. Run. If I wanted to kill you I would have let bird boy pump you full of his fear juice, unfortunately for him I'm not gunna let him pump you full of anything haahaaahaha!" He giggled all of this into my face and I gave up on trying to get away. There was no way I could run my clutzy ass away from the most infamous Rogue of Gotham. He let me go and walked back to the kitchen I caught a wiff of my amber musk shampoo as he walked away and he mumbled that anything would be better than Arkham's slop. Well I hope he eats a rotten tomato.
I figured he wasn't going to kill me anytime soon so I ventured to start a conversation. "What happened to Crane after that by the way?" He raised an eyebrow as he took out my maple walnut ice cream. Oh please no, not my ice cream. He plopped a big spoonful into his mouth and moaned at the taste. "Crow boy went to find himself a nest to settle down in Rainy. He won't be bothering us anymore." He replied.
He noticed my puppy dog eyes and pouting lip and took out a bowl, serving me a few scoops of the sweet cream I so loved. I laughed as he slid it across the counter and I happily accepted it, eying how much he was eating. Well, time to stock up again on the Ben and Jerry's. I decided I liked him a little more for sharing. "I see my sweet has a sweet tooth herself huh?" He asked me with a sardonic grin. "Well its fine in moderation and if you brush your teeth!" I countered defensively.
"Ohh, a little bite to ya huh? That could be fun." He said. Well up my guard went again. We ate our ice cream exchanging an interesting banter. He was actually quite the funny if not a little perverted guy. I cleaned the bowls and turned around only to run into a still slightly damp chest. I looked down and noticed his body for the fist time. It was muscular, but not in a bulky, body builder type way but more in a lean, cat like way. That trench coat certainly hid a lot, and as my gaze reached the V of his hips I looked up with a blush and stared at his freshly made up face.
He looked a little too pleased with himself, I sidestepped him and went under the sink to my whiskey cupboard and pulled out some Jim Beam Maple. He started speaking while eying the whiskey, "I have come to the, ah conclusion that I like you Rainy, I like you a lot. I've decided to keep you for myself my little whiskey beauty!"
My heart started beating again, this time not due to fear but instead out of a mixture of doubt and excitement. If this guy wasn't pulling my leg like he's so well known for, this could be the end of my boring day to day routine. But at the same time, I've always been a good citizen and obeyed the law. I should be calling the GCPD and hoping the Batman would swoop in and kick this guy's ass. But he did share the ice cream...what the hell. I took a shot of the liquid fire and made my decision. I wouldn't go out of my way to protect the Clown but I also wouldn't call the dogs on him. This left me with one more thing to think about.
Why would this chaotic and dangerous man want to make me his? He could probably have a lot of other women so why would he want this slightly chubby clutz? This thought alone is what made me doubt this decision. I watched him walk into the bathroom and five minutes later he waled out in one of my sweat suits. "One thing we should work on is your wardrobe Doll. Not that you only owning Men's clothes isn't benefiting me while my suit is being cleaned but seriously. We need to get you into something fitting your person if you know what I mean." He said with a little wiggle of his black painted eyebrows.
This, I had to argue with him. I like hiding in my clothes too much. "For one thing I dress in what suits me, I don't like people judging me." I told him. He got very serious then and glowered at me, shit this guy was bipolar or something. He advanced on me like a cheetah and got right in my face, as he was doing a lot lately. He hissed in my ear, "Never hide who you are Doll." He snatched the necklace out of my sweater so it would show and continued, "I will teach you that living to please is a contrived notion. Be yourself and you can rule your own future. Life is a joke and death is the punchline, so have as much fun as you can in this chaotic life and live to please only yourself...and maybe me!" He giggled at the end of his speech, squeezing my upper arms, encompassing them in his calloused hands.
All I could do was stare at this wild card of a man and hang on for the ride. I have a feeling its going to be a bumpy one. I made my resolve, and decided to buckle up, I'm going to do my best to ride it out with this Loon, my Loon apparently.