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Gen and I have had a weird routine like that ever since that night and that first crime. I come home every few days then leave to kill someone or blow something up. Then the cycle starts all over again. I know she's not happy about it, but I can't care either.
That all took place three years ago. I've changed, I've gotten worse, no better, since then. Gen's a reader and has read this Harvey Potter series or whatever it's called (she happens to have a giant fan girl crush on someone named 'Snake' (Who names these characters!?)), but she said that I'm a lot like the antagonist, Voldemort. From my understanding, as he got more and more dangerous and evil, he lost more and more of his humanity. Now he looks like a snake. She think I'm losing my soul. Little does she know I sold my soul when I was six for candy like Bart Simpson. It was crappy candy to! But anyway, she says that me not remembering my past is a sign that I should stop.
I think I should be paid for what I do. Like mom said, 'If you're good at something, never do it for free!' Well, I just so happened be good at causing chaos and mass mayhem, and all this, all this creates suffering for all my victims. And can you what supposedly comes from suffering? Anyone? Compassion, people! So I'm actually helping the world, because I create compassion right along with chaos.
Like I said, I've gotten better since then. Now, I have an entire city afraid of me and not just a bank full of people. To make myself more frightening, I do what the Clown-With-The-Tear-Away-Face does, make my voice deep and demonic.
I sent her a text message saying that I would be home tonight. I had an idea. I needed an heir, boy, girl, three headed Cyclops -I didn't care as long it was my child and would take over 'the family business' when I fall off the face of the earth. Of course, I can't do it myself and that's where Gen comes in!
When I get home, there's Gen at the door. I grab her and kiss her and kick the door closed.
"Jack-" she starts to say, but I cuts her off.
"Let's have a baby!" I say and pull her into the bedroom. She didn't put a fight.
I had the most awesome dream that night! I stole Batman's car! I went around the city totally wrecking everything in sight! I even flattened a cow into hamburger patties! They were cooked too and hobos started to fight over them! I shot them all and stole their hats. But then, Sid Vicious stopped me and we started arguing, then he morphed into Commissioner Gordon. I woke up thinking 'What. The. Fuck. Maybe I should go back on the meds..' I realized Gen was crying.
Since I didn't have an evil scheme brewing somewhere, I was able to be a good husband and comfort my wife. Even if I was plotting to steal Batman's car…
"It was a nightmare….you were hurt or something." She explains.
"Calm down, Gen. It was just a dream." I reply.
She pulls herself from my arms and looks me in the eyes. "A dream that can happen! Look, Jack. I'm tired of worrying about you! Please, stop all this foolishness!"
'Foolishness?' When did we become British? Wait…she's never out rightly asked me to stop what I do. Why did she start all of a sudden? I smell bat guano…
"Are you in cahoots with the Bat?" I ask and start chewing on my scars in my cheeks.
"No! I'm neutral, Jack and you know it! I'm not on his side and I'm most certainly not on yours!" She retorts in disgust.
"Neutral, eh? Then tell me, why do you scoff whenever you hear somethin' about the Bat? And, and why is your toenails constantly painted that glittery purple? I think, subconsciously, you wanna be like me." I reply.
She looks at me like I'm sane. "Oh…Jack you've lost you're mind." She says, laying down and facing away from me.
"Ha! Joke's on you Gen! I stopped playing with a full deck a lllloooonnnngggg time ago!" With that, I lay back down as roughly as possible faces away from her as well. Two can play at that game!
That morning, I felt guilty for what I did and I decided that I was gonna blow up some of Gen's competition as well as a few other places. I left Gen a list of places not to go as usual.
As I was wiring the explosive for Gen's competitor's, I looked across to the building that housed her publishers. I could see her inside and I waved. She said something while looking at me and some pipsqueak turned around and screamed when he saw me. I laughed so hard I almost fell to my death! Ha ha!