Heyy guys. I'm writing this on a Friday evening. I graduate on June 9th. And my last day of school is June 6th. I'm so fucking excited, pardon my language. I know someone was confused so I feel I should explain. The Joker in my story is based off of Heath Ledger. Just to put that out there. If you guys have any other questions or concerns, don't hesitate to ask! By the way, how am I doing with my Joker? Please RatexReview or not. It's fine. Here we go!
After the Joker laid me down, he himself laid next to me. I scooted back against the wall and felt instantly sleepy. I yawned loudly and he just stared at the ceiling. I closed my eyes and felt my bed squeak and move. I opened my eyes again and there was The Joker's face, merely inches away from my own. I gulped and made a quick decision. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, softly kissing them. The act made him pull back ever so slightly, but did not stop me. I started to run with the actions and I applied more pressure in my kiss. I raised a hand and placed it on his shoulder. I closed my eyes, giving the Clown Prince of Crime any advantage he wanted.
I expected him to push me or himself away, but he only ran a hand through my hair. I tensed up, but he pushed me on my back, not breaking our kiss. He pushed his tongue against my lips and I immediately parted my lips and ran my other hand up through his hair, holding him close to me. The Joker's scarred cheeks were pressed against my own, and the foreign feeling made him stop. I pulled back a little and turned my head to his cheek. I started at the top and kissed down his scar on his right cheek. Placing tender, gentle kisses across the scar and down to his lips, I made my way up the other cheek repeating my actions.
I could tell he was tense so I pulled back and gave him a few moments to adjust or get used to the feeling. I looked up into his eyes, seeing deep brown behind the black greasepaint. I lifted the hand from his shoulder to his cheek, but before I could place it, there was a loud thud coming from my bathroom. He pulled away and stood up, making his way to where the noise came from.
"It, uh, seems like the good Dr. has woken up-puh." He said, licking his lips before opening up the door.
At the sight of the man, I got scared and sat up, pushing myself as far into the corner of the bed and walls as I could. I hugged my knees to my chest as the man in a knapsack mask came stumbling out. Half of the mask was stained red with what I assumed was blood.
"Now, Crane, I'm going to give you just-tuh, uh, one warning, right now. If something happens to that-tuh girl over there, I will kill you with-a my own hands and it will not be a good experience. Do you, eh, got it?" Joker told him, pointing behind him at me. It looked like Crane nodded and fell to his knees, clutching his stomach. The Joker hit him, to make sure his message stuck.
Joker made his way back to me and said, "I have some work to-a do. If you think that-tuh, he may do something, just-uh, scream."
He went to my door, opened it, and almost left before I piped up and whispered, "Be safe, please."
He turned his head slightly to look at me out of the corner of his eyes and then left.
The man he called Scarecrow and Dr. got up and placed his hand on the wall for support. He made his way to the kitchen and sat down in the corner, pulling off his mask. His nose was covered in dried blood, as was his mouth. He threw the mask to the ground and sighed out, clutching his midriff with his other hand. I mustered up the courage to stand up and race to my bathroom. I locked the door and turned my back to it, looking at my reflection in the mirror. My face almost looked just like The Joker's, missing the black circles over my eyes and no makeup on the top half of my face. I had to admit, I looked good in greasepaint.
'Lily, this is bad, this is very bad. I know you don't want to hear this from me, but this is a mistake. You are going to get hurt, or worse, get killed.'
'Harley, if I wanted your opinion, I would ask for it. Go away.'
After staring for a few minutes, I washed my face clean of the paint and prepared myself to leave the safety of my bathroom. I opened the door and looked both ways. I inched out and to my bed. I look over to where the Scarecrow man was at before but found nothing.
I turned around and saw his wrist up to my face, spraying something that burned my eyes. He laughed, but then odd things started happening. His mask seemed to come alive. It had bugs and insects crawling out of it. He stepped closer to me and I backed up all the way to my bed, where I tripped and fell on my butt. I started to stutter as my eyes burned. His face contorted to more of a Joker style.
"J-j-Joker?" I manage to utter. The Scarecrow laughed out, his laugh significantly different from Jokers.
"So, you are afraid of your lover? That's so hilarious." He laughed out, his voice sounding so demonic and robotic. His face contorted back to the original thing and that is when I let go. I started to scream, loudly. My head started pounding and I raised my hands up, hitting my temples trying to make the pain stop. I fell to my knees, screaming, as the Scarecrow towered over me, seeming to grow taller by the second. He laughed and made his way to the door. He bowed at my screaming body, now writhing about on the floor and left. He shut my door carefully and disappeared. I crawled to my bed and curled up, screaming and sobbing. The room started to twist and turn, the shadows becoming darker, the light seeming to dissipate. The room seemed to have bugs and all manner of scary things emerging from the cracks and coming towards me. I hear the door slam open and I hear footsteps running towards me.
I don't know who it was, but he wore greasepaint like The Joker and I managed to scream even louder. I did everything I could to get away from his reach, I kicked and punched, and I grabbed and pinched and scratched. The man backed away as another man, in all dark purple, so dark it was almost black, although the deep shadows made it turn black. It was The Joker. He evaded my jabs and kicks and grabbed my shoulders; he held my hands behind my back and had another man grab my feet. His face started contorting to a demonic looking clown, scarier than ever. I screamed as loud as I could, screamed towards him. He didn't seem to laugh, or say anything really. Slowly, slowly, I stopped screaming and just started whimpering and crying. The Joker picked me up and carried me downstairs and put me in a car. He didn't get in, just stuck a note to my chest and shut the door. He mumbled things to the driver and we took off. I curled up as best as I could and wept, the shadows of the midday sky becoming all that there was, by the time the car stopped, there was no light anymore. I saw only darkness. The door was opened violently and a man in black picked me up, his face being the only light showing. He had pointy ears, like a cat. He was speaking to me, but I didn't understand any of it, I was whimpering and crying too loudly. The man carried me along and put me in another car.
For the duration of the drive, I managed to stop whimpering and just started lolling my head from side to side every five or so minutes. A loud impact against the car, if that is what you could call the vehicle I was in, and we jumped. The man told me to hold on, but slowly, I was losing every bit of what little sanity I had left. My eyes started to roll in the back of my head as we came to a stop. He jumped out of the car and ran off. I cried out for the Joker, my final words, before I closed my eyes.