I sat at my desk, staring into a screen while I type out some code. I turned to a screen on my far left and made sure it worked out smoothly. I turned to the screen next to it and changed my song. I can't code without music.
At 7:30 p.m. I started to make my way home, but when I was halfway across the bridge, a sleek, black Lamborghini pulled up and the window goes down.
"Would you like a ride home?" asked none other than Mr. Bruce Wayne. I smiled softly and nod my head. I got in and shut the door.
"Lily Vaughn, right?" He asked as he started to drive into the Narrows.
"Yes, Sir. I'm Lily Vaughn, Mr. Wayne. Lily is short for Lilith."
"Beautiful. Are you aware of the legends behind the name Lilith? And also, please call me Bruce. "
I turned bright red and tilted my head to the floorboard. "Yes, Bruce. I am. It's this turn coming up and it's at the center of the culdesac. I have a question though, if you don't mind. "
He turned onto my street and nodded for me to continue.
"Have you ever heard of a man named The Joker?"
He pressed his lips into a line and stared straight ahead, my complex coming up.
He pulled up to the door and turned the car off. He looked at me and started to speak.
"Lily, The Joker is...the worst of the worst. He's escaped from Arkham Asylum on multiple occasions. He is sociopathic and highly dangerous. Please, do not try to find him or even be near him. He will use you until he doesn't need you and then kill you without a second of hesitation. Please, be careful."
I nodded my head and opened my door. "Thank you, Mr. Wayne." I got out and shut the door before walking into my apartment building. He sat there for a moment and then left. I ascended up my stairs and stopped in front of my door, hearing footsteps on the other side. I already knew who it is. I sighed and opened my door to see a bunch of masked, clown thugs in a circle around my bed. When I stepped in and shut the door, a few of them move to the side, and there I see The Joker, sitting on my bed.
He sees me and smiles, licking his lips as he stood up. He made his way over to me and whipped out his knife. He backed me up to me door and pressed the blade against my throat.
"Didn't I, uhm, tell you not to talk about me to anyone, doll? Hm?" He asked, pressing it harder against my neck and licking his lips, licking his scars.
I gulped and decided, foolishly, to be brave. "No. You said not to tell anyone you were here, which I did not. I merely asked a question. Is that a crime, hm?"
He started to laugh out. He pulled the blade away from me and bent over, laughing hilariously. After a few moments, he stood back up and moved closer to me, our noses just fractions of an inch away. He licked his lips and I could feel his warm breath against my lips. He smelled like greasepaint and cherries. He pushes his knife against the corner of my mouth, the part that started healing. He pulled it, causing my cut to open up again, and blood starting to drip down onto his hand. He smiled wide, teeth showing.
"I like you, Lilith. I'm, eh, gonna keep you around. But if you, uh, talk to me like that again, and I'll put a smile on that, eh, pretty face of yours. Got it, doll?"
I nodded slightly and he pulled the knife from my mouth. He noticed the blood on his hand and he licked it up. I pulled a hand up to my mouth as it started to burn. I shed a tear and whimpered softly, trying to be inaudible, but The Joker hears me and he wraps an arm around me, pulling me close to him. Awkwardly. I slowly put my arms around his waist as well, holding his body to my own. I buried my head in his shoulder and got lost almost in his cherry smell. I close my eyes.
'Lily! What are you doing?! He's insane!'
'quiet you, I feel...safe...'
'This is so bad!'