I woke up in a man's arms. The smell of cherries and paint filled my lungs and I knew instantly The Joker was holding me. I heard voices talking, so I strained my ears and kept my eyes closed.
"Mister Joker, we have Crane in our sights." One man said.
I felt a chuckle run through The Jokers body and he adjusted me in his arms. "Bring'em here, boys. Bring'em in, bring'em in, bring'em in." He laughed some more and he turned around. Scared of falling, I held him tight to me.
I felt the night wind blow against my face. And the smell of smog invaded my heavenly cherry scent. I scrunched up my face and heard The Joker laugh out at me and I decided to open my eyes. I was closer to his face than I thought. He sat me down in the backseat of a car and ran around to the other side and climbed in with me. He said some words to the driver and we took off.
I sat as far from him as the car would allow. He looked over at me and smiled wide. His hand rose up to my cheek, caressing it softly. Out of instinct I lean into his hand. He immediately moves it and riped my bandage on my face, showing his handiwork off. I blushed dark red and turned my face away sharply. My hand ran up to my cheek and he just laughed, more like cackling.
"Don't cover it. I want to see it every day, doll, and I want everyone to see it too. Be proud, not many average people can say they came into contact with me and lived."
He closed the distance and had his face a fraction of an inch away from my own. He licked his lips and smiled.
"But you aren't average, are you Lilith?"
He cracked up laughing more and licked his lips again, pushing his tongue into his cheek. He sat back up in his seat and looked out of the window, deep in thought it seemed. I did the same. I sat in the seat and rested my head on the window. I started thinking about things.
'What does he want from me? I am the most uninteresting person in Gotham. I have am of no value to him. Why can't he just let me go, goddamit!'
In frustration, I hit the back of the seat in front of me. A tear rolled down my face as I pulled my knees up to my chest, I wrapped my arms around my legs and started to cry. The guy that sat there said something to the Joker. And he didn't like it. Joker pulled out his gun and shot the man in his head. I stared in horror as he put the gun back in his jacket and continued to look out of the window.
While he was not paying attention, I took this time to look at him, really look at him. He was licking the inside of his cheeks, where his scars were. He was not smiling, his lips pulled down against the makeup. If you were just glancing though, he was smiling. His dark brown eyes that looked black with no sun light shining on them, had sadness in them. Deep in there, he was fighting a battle. I hoped it was nothing to do with me, but hell, I've been wrong before.