I'm eating in front of the TV when Ivy walks towards the kitchen and pour herself a large mug of coffee.
"Morning!" She says happily.
I give her a hot smirk, mouth full of cereals.
"What?" She asks smiling, probably wondering why I am acting so weird.
"Aww I'm sorry,. It's just that I've been thinking about how much fun we had last night!" I reply with a wink.
She smiles, blushing a little, hiding her face behind her mug.
"What are you doing today?" I ask her, getting back to seriousness.
She shrugs.
"Nothing much. Some work in the greenhouse I guess. You?"
I bite my cheek nervously.
"Well... I was thinking about going to Joker's place..."
Ivy stops drinking right away and gives me a puzzled look.
"Joker?" She says with a disgusted tone.
I look down.
"Yes well, you see... All my stuff are at his place..."
Ivy stares at me worriedly.
"I'll be careful, I promise." I add.
"Oh I don't doubt that. I just don't trust him."
I stand up and move away from the couch to face her. I put her hands in mine.
"But you trust me, right?" I murmur, my forehead almost touching hers.
She looks at me with a short smile.
"Of course..."
She sighs loudly and shake her head.
"Fine. Go. But if you're not back in two hours, I'm coming to get you."
I giggle and let a kiss on her warm pink lips before heading to the door.
***
I am walking through the slums of Gotham.
I find myself at the gates of a dark, abandoned mansion. It's locked of course. I climb over the wall and walk down the path leading to the front door.
I knock loudly on the door. There is a lot of noise coming from within but no one comes to the door. I knock harder. After about a minute waiting, I decide that I better try to get in.
I open the door abruptly only to find myself face to face with Mistah J.
"Oh. Hum... Hi." I mumble with surprise.
He's staring at me with a creepy smile on his face.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the pathetic child. Didn't think I'd see you again in this life!
I try to hide the sad expression on my face, but I fail. He notices he just touched me where it hurts.
He starts to laugh uncontrollably.
I wait for him to stop and once he does, I tell him why I am here.
I tell him I want my clothes and my stuff back. Especially my bat. Then I'll be out of his view forever.
He stares at me blankly and shakes his head.
"Sorry kid, but that's not how this works. The rules state that everything in this house is mine. You can't have anything back."
"But I need them back!" I yell at him.
He's so annoying. What will it do to him that I have my clothes back? He doesn't care. He's just refusing to bug me.
Seeing me so desperate, he lets out another ear piercing cackle.
I take the opportunity to try to snick in, circling him.
"Nice try, kid." He says with a nasty smile, blocking my way with his arm, a hand against the wall.
"I need my stuff back." I repeat angrily.
He let's out a horrible, bellowing laugh.
"THAT'S NOT FUCKING FUNNY!!" I explode loudly.
He stops laughing right away and looks at me with dead eyes.
"Yes it is."
Before I can do anything, he grabs me by the throat. I try to scream but no air comes out. He begins to squeeze.
"You think you can come into my house and just order whatever the fuck you want? No, no baby girl. That's not how this works."
I try to escape his grip, pushing him away but my arms are now like jelly. I'm terrified.
He continues to strangle me. I struggle to stay conscious.
"Pl...please..."
He releases me, dropping me on the cold tiled floor.
He kicks me in the ribs and I roll aside whimpering in pain.
"I can't be late for work. Get out of here now." He simply says, walking away.
"I'm not going anywhere until I get my stuff back!"
He stops and begins to laugh, taking a step back towards me.
He bends down to pick me up by the scruff of my neck.
He continues to laugh as he opens a little door on the left and shoves me in a dark corner.
He shuts the door behind me and locks it.
"What are you doing!? LET ME OUT!!"
He doesn't answer me. I hear his steps on the tiled floor as he's walking away.
I look around and realize I'm in a dark and dirty broom closet.
"LET ME OUT!!" I yell, banging on the door.
Still no response.
I start to panic, sliding my back down the door. I sob quietly for a few seconds, more tears of frustration than fear.
My throat is sore. I try to find something to crack the door open but there is nothing to be found in here.
My crying eventually turns into heavy breathing and I drift off to sleep
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Arkham Buddies
Hayran KurguI don't remember how long I've been locked in here. A week? A month? Two maybe? All I know is that he will come rescue me. He always does. First because he loves me and can't live too long without me and second because it's kind of his fault if I en...
