Chapter 4: Better Understanding

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by Jennifer_Draven

by Jennifer_Draven

"The Gotham what?" I ask.

Joker closes the lockers with a grin on his face.

"The Gotham Sirens. I've had this, plan, for awhile now. All I needed was you to compete it." He said in amusement while sitting me at a large table.

"What exactly is your plan, Joker?"

He sits across from me and crosses his arms. "We are going to take over this troubled city and give it a nice little makeover."

I stared at him with a harsh glare. Joker was seriously pissing me off with all of this mysterious shit. Just get to the point already!

"You're going to kill my brother, aren't you?" I worriedly ask.

Joker smirks before exploding into a fit of laughter. He begins clapping his hands and rocking in his chair, which sends me over the edge.

"Listen you psychotic piece of shit! You are not going to lay a finger on my brother. I swear to god if I find out you're planning to kill him, I will strangle you myself! Do you understand me?!" I scream, standing from my seat in anger.

Joker stands from his seat as well, our faces inching closer as we lean towards each other.

"That's what I was looking for, darling." He simply whispers.

I slap him across the face and start walking back to my room, but Joker was quick to slam me against the wall. My arms were held above my head and Joker was heaving with anger.

"Do not touch me ever again. I don't want to hurt you, Avalon."

Tears. That's all I saw. Joker looked incredibly terrifying and the kindness he was showing me only scared me more. Joker's face surprisingly softened and looked sympathetic as he noticed me crying.

"I-I'm sorry. Please don't kill me, Joker. Please." I plead, struggling to breathe around my tears.

Joker's hands released my arms and wiped the tears from my face. I glanced up from the ground and noticed how beautiful Joker's brown eyes were. I've never been close enough to actually see his face, so I was of course taken back by how stunning he was, even with the makeup on.

"What are you looking at? It's the scars isn't it?" Joker asks, his expression literally dropping at the thought of judgment.

He didn't deserve to feel this way about himself. I don't know his story, hell, nobody does. Maybe I should give him the benefit of the doubt. Of all people, I should know what it feels like to be judged for no reason.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled before crashing my lips to his.

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