Chapter 8
Joker's POV
It felt good to be home. It's an old mansion that looks abandoned. One of Gotham's old blue blood families that died out. It sits about an hour away from the main city. It's hidden off a quiet highway, down a dirt road and surrounded by a forest. I've put a lot of work in keeping this place secret and into the house in general. The outside still needs work but the inside has been restored. Only my most trusted men come here so it's typically a quiet place.
The first thing I do is shower. It feels good to have the smell of that place off me. I try not to think of Seph but when I realize I can't avoid it, I take advantage of it. Fantasizing what it would be like to be with her, touching her, being inside her. I quickly find my release but I'm not fully satisfied. I groan with frustration and get out of the shower. Once I'm dressed, I crash on to the bed. My mind is racing about what I should do, should I look for her? What if I find her? What would I even do? Ride into the sunset, happily ever after? All of me wants her. Most of me just wants her as a possession but deep down I feel I want her for more. Maybe companionship...maybe more. Even if I did have her she would be the target of my enemies. The thought of her being hurt makes me very uncomfortable and the idea of her death leaves a sick feeling in my stomach.
With that, I decide to leave her alone.