My Clown

5

It's been a week since the murders and it has been quite overwhelming. I've been trying to dodge the detectives and they're starting to get quite pissed off and suspicious.

There's a new movement going on in the city about "killing the rich" inspired by mine and Arthur's actions on the subway. But they've got it all wrong, we didn't do this to start a movement; we killed those guys because they were awful. But it didn't matter, for once we were noticed and even better, we were glorified.

I sat down nestled up on my couch and flipped through the pages of the book I was reading. It was a romance novel, which is unusual for me as I would normally go for a completely different genre; but this one was just stacked on the shelf in Gotham's library hall a couple of months ago and it stood out to me, so I had to buy it. So far in the story, there's this woman who's life has gone downhill as she's figured out that her fiancé is really the leader of a criminal gang, but now she's having second thoughts about their engagement and is unsure how to address it to him! I couldn't wait, I was nearly at the climax so this was going to get very interesting.

As I was about halfway into the chapter, the door knocked and I sprung up onto my feet and peeked through the little peep hole. My hand clasped over my mouth. I dropped down to my knees and crawled to hide behind the couch.

"Y/n open up, we just want to talk about the murders on the subway!"

It was the detectives again, they sounded really ticked off. My legs were shaking furiously, my heart beating violently, but I still remained silent.

They banged their fists against the door harder, "Y/n?!"

Detective Garrity whispered, "She's not home. We'll try again tomorrow."

Detective Burke sighed with frustration, "Alright."

They left and I rose up from my hiding place, then it hit me, "Ah shoot, Arthur!"

This was their routine, they would visit me first then walk across the street to Arthur's building, but they would always come at an unexpected time. I ran across the room to the telephone then quickly dialled his number. I waited while anxiously twirling the cord around my finger.

He finally picked up, "Yes, who is this?"

"Arthur it's me y/n."

"Hi y/n, how are you?"

"I'm afraid we have no time for greetings, it's them again. Just to warn you they're heading towards your apartment," I said, biting my nails.

"Okay thank you. Last time they almost woke up my mother, it's not easy."

"I understand, we're both under a lot of pressure right now. Anyway I'll talk to you later."

As I was just about to end the call Arthur quickly spoke, "Hey!"

I placed the phone back to my ear, "Yeah?"

"Um...I was wondering, if you wanted to come and see my show tomorrow, I do standup comedy and I thought it could take your mind off the police investigations," he was preparing himself for rejection until...

"Yes I'd love to see your performance, absolutely!" I smiled.

He was flabbergasted by my answer, he smiled broadly, "Wait, you're serious right? You better not be pulling my leg."

I giggled at his reaction, "No sweetie, I'm not. Well could you phone me up after they've stop bothering you so we can discuss details?"

"Yeah, sure!"

"Okay, have fun ignoring the police then!"

"Thanks."