the truth ( joker fan fiction )

Give me something

Jokers hands are firm around my waist. "Just wait a little longer now.."

It's been four days since the meeting with Jokers fellow.. Friends? Coworkers? Enemies? Whatever. With his fellow somethings, and now we are standing in one of Bruce Wayne's biggest party's by far. Every important person in miles are here, and rumours said that Batman and Robin might show up to. That's why we are here.

Yes yes, I know, Batman and Robin showing up for something as not criminally as a party is a little out of character. But what can you do, right? Joker dragged me along with him, and now we are here.

Joker is dressed in a black suit for once, with a dark purple shirt and a even darker purple tie. He looks more or less normal. The makeup-, sorry, the warpaint is off, and replaced with regular makeup to cover the scars. And a big silly looking hat is placed on top of his head to cover up his messy green hair.

"Alright, go" The Joker whispers smiling widely. And, following his previous orders I walk to the balcony and lean over the railing. Not falling yet.

I close my eyes, I honestly can't believe this... I honestly can't believe Joker would make me do this! A tear falls down my nose. I open my eyes, and pull off my mask. It's silly really. I am here, at Mr. Wayne's masquerade party, about to die, simply because Joker said so.

The wind hits cold against my cheek. A shudder runs down my spine, I just wish I could blame it on the cold.

My name is Jamie Oliver Cromwell, I am twenty three years old, I have long blond locks, and sparkling blue eyes. I should be having the time of my lives, with normal activities like shopping, and getting wasted with my friends, not this. Not dying, because a mad man tells me to do it. It's not fair.

I take a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

I step up the balcony railing, I step up on the only thing holding me from my death.

"Miss? Miss! What are you doing, miss?!" A man behind me shouts, and I can feel every guest on the balcony, including some from he inside looking at the back if my head. I close my own yes when I hear loud gasps from behind.

"Try to stop me, and I will jump!" I yell, my voice cracking. Damn my feelings, damn my choises, DAMN THIS WORLD. There is no god, there can't be.

"Please, what's the matter?" A lady whispers from my left, she is a few feet away from me (about two and a half meters).

"Step away from the edge, miss, I beg of you" another woman, standing next to the first one, well, begs. And it's exactly what Joker wanted. All the attention on me, just before my death. 'A destruction of hope' he had said. 'The next step in his big plan'.

That's all I was, that's all I ever were. That all I am. Just 'a part of the big plan'.

I feel rather than hear a broker laugh escape me. I don't even know what 'The Big Plan' even is! But you know what? Whatever, I'll do it. It doesn't matter how sad I am anyway, it isn't going to save me. I will jump, and I will die. That's just how it is.

I jump. And my life doesn't flash before me, no, but times slows down. I can feel my heartbeat against my chest, I can feel the last intake of breath I make, and all I see is Jokers proud face when I beat Robin to a pulp two years ago, and his relaxed face when I stroked his hair not so long ago, and his happy face when he successfully helped Poison Ivy out of jail and she helped distracting Batman... No, you don't see your life flash before you when you are about to die. You see what's important to you, and unfortunately for me, thats Joker, the clown prince of- wait something is grabbing my arm.

I body smash into the wall as a strong arm pulls me up. This wasn't supposed to happen? I was supposed to die! The Joker was very clear he- he just saved me?