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When I came home a few nights later, Gen wasn't in the living room and I started searching the house. She wasn't in her office working on one of her bestsellers, but I find her in the bedroom, collapsed on the bed. I laugh and take a picture with my phone to use as blackmail one day. Later that night, I realized that that might not be such a good idea…I know she recorded me singing 'Wild Untamed Thing' from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Just to be safe, I delete both from both phones.
I lay down next to her and kiss her. We make love most of the night and talk and laugh the rest. Around four, she falls asleep in my arms.
I love her, I really do. She's the only one I would die for. But what I'm about to do, will hurt her the most. Mom always said "Find a heart that loves you at your worst and arms that will hold you at your weakest." Those arms are wound tight around me now, like she's holding onto me for dear life. I know she's one tough chick to love me at my worst.
It almost makes me want to not do what I'm about to. But I will. I want people to think Batman is just as bad as I am. To do that, I'll have to impersonate him and to do that, I have to fake my death! If I don't, when they see two Batman's, they'll immediately assume one of them is me.
When I know Gen is in a deep sleep, I slowly get out of bed and get dressed. I leave without saying good bye or leaving a note.
The first thing I do is write out a note on the window of the police station in red Sharpy. It says, very dramatically I might add, that I'm tired of running and I'm ready to turn myself in and where to be and when.
I get to my chosen spot with a three hours to kill. I plop down in the middle of the street and shoot anyone who crosses me. It's my spot. Two hours and thirty minutes later, I'm trying to trace my outline like cops do with dead bodies at crime scenes when a buttload of cops show up.
"Seriously guys! Did ya really think I was goin' down that easily?" I ask and shoot a couple of them in the arm.
As more cops show up and line the street, spectators follow. Most are morbid emo and goth kids who probably hope they can grave rob me after the cops kill me. There's a few churchy people on their knees with their hands in the air praying that I'd be killed. Ha! Joke's on them! I stole a bullet proof vest the last time I was arrested! Soon later, a camera crew shows up.
Annoyingly, the cops don't shoot like I want them to.
"C'mon shoot me! It's such an easy shot, a storm trooper could make it!" I yell. I walk to a rooky cop, he's sweating and looks like he's scared enough to shit his pants. All the other cops move to keep their guns pointed at me. I grab barrel of his gun and point it at my heart.
"Do it. I dare ya." I say.
"You know the orders, Johnson. Only if he attacks someone." The cop next to him says.
"Oh so now you want me to attack someone!" I yell, flailing my arms in the arm. "You guys are sendin' mixed signals! I don't like that! It's confusing for this ADHD sufferer!"
That's my ticket! If I attack someone, they'll shoot. I got a feeling that Gen would probably show up, so I wait for her. She'll play along. In the meantime, I'm having fun scaring Johnson.
"Wanna know how I got these scars?" I asked. "Well, it's actually a funny story. See, I liked this girl when I was in high school. Y'know the type. A Goth chick who worshipped Poe and Tim Burton. She cut herself too. So, I thought 'hey she likes to cut herself, so if I do it to myself, she'll like me!'" I lick my scars. "I go home that night, wait, did I mention a psychopathic killer broke into my house when I was a kid and decapitated my parents leaving me to watch over my lil brother and sister? I didn't? Well, now you know! Back to what I was sayin' I wait till my lil brother and sister are asleep 'cause I didn't want them to see big brother carving his face like a Jack 'O Lantern. After I stitch my mouth by myself, I go to school to find out she killed herself that night! Ain't that funny?" I ask, falling into peals of laughter.
"Get away from the officer, Joker!" I hear a voice yell. It's Gordon. My day is getting better and better!
I move to the center of the street with my hands in the air. "Are ya gonna shoot me now!?" I ask.
"That man is my husband!" I suddenly hear Gen exclaim. I start to hear whispers of 'that's Genesis Napier! She wrote Teardrops At Midnight!' and 'She's so talented. Why is she wasting it on him?' That second, the name Napier became the new Hitler.
"Commissioner! This woman claims to be the clown's wife." A cop says.
"Get her a megaphone maybe she can talk some sense into him."
The cop scoffs, "That's unlikely." I roll my eyes. How rude cops are today!
"That's not going to help." Gen says.
"Jack!" She exclaims and I lays a hand on my shoulder. I grab her, pulling her in front of me and put a knife to her delicate throat.
"Play along, Gen." I say only to her. "You know I love you and wouldn't dare hurt you. Just play along. I've got a plan."
"Shoot him! Shoot him! Shoot him!" I hear someone yell urgently. I hear the sound of thunder coming from behind us. I can feel the bullets bouncing off the vest and burry themselves in my clothes. I stagger backwards as the blood packs spew blood and fall into the icy river.
Thank Buddha I can swim.