The Joker And The Fool

2.(2) Doctor Diana Jane Watson

2.2

Diana's terror did not end there she was driven with anger and disgust. She felt mostly disgusted, for she felt mostly ashamed of her own deed. She had fascinating gift of turning her own guilt into despise of other people. This too was insanely present in Bruce and her relationship. She had stayed with Bruce the night before, though they were still in their "disagreement". One is allowed to wonder on the fact whether Diana Jane Watson was a woman capable of loving another. But truth be told, only time could tell. Though most of her deeds up to now had been for the cause of her own personal advantage, it was unclear whether a human could be so rotten, that it was incapable of loving.

Diana had just shortly visited Arkham on her free day. This was because she had been assigned to take care of an organisation of a charity event for the Asylum. Not that she would be very assertive with organising anything, she had hired a professional. Besides that, was the receptionist, Harley quite eager to help Diana with all the simple and short correspondence with that agent she had hired. She spent an hour at work perhaps, she did not set foot onto the monitored area, she was not keen on being confronted with the Joker. After this she went to the nail salon to get a fresh manicure. Such a thing was common in her life. Then she had visited the shopping mall, where she bought a few expensive perfumes. After which she would have arrived at Wayne Manor, yet there was no sign of Bruce nor Alfred. Bruce had given Diana a key to the home, and she most only drove in his cars. Alfred supported a relationship between them but had found that Bruce was quite reckless for love. Such an action as that, he considered quite reckless. Diana figured that Bruce must have been out for business, and by the looks of the kitchen they had both already eaten.

Bruce had probably done so to make a statement, he hardly ever ate on time when Diana and he were together, nor when he was alone, she figured. She wondered if Alfred had gotten used to Bruce's complaints about her, she wondered if Alfred had begun to regret his part in the forming of their relationship. Though it was not all bad. It was a usual thing for couples to find themselves tangled after half a year of dating. But they knew not of this.

She figured it was statement because she would meet Sionis that evening, and Bruce most certainly did not agree to this.

She simply threw her belongings on the table in the kitchen, then went up the stairs toward Bruce's bedroom, where she took a shower and blow dried her hair. She put her hair with a small pin as a few locks that were to small to join the knot remained at the sides of her face like curtains. She wore a slightly dark eyeshadow with a very glossy look, as did she leave her lips their own colour yet simply covers it with gloss. She put on one of her new perfume's quite heavily for she had never liked the thought of not smelling good. As she put on her dress, she hoped that Bruce would come home. It would have been a perfect excuse not to go. For she was not sure whether she really wanted to go because she liked Roman, or if she simply wanted to hurt Bruce. She wondered if he would still tell her that she looked pretty or not. But the thought soon vaporised when she was finished with preparing herself.

She got the miraculous idea to borrow one of Bruce's cars, for she had the impression that she could literally do anything she wanted. It is not clear why she was both so disrespectful and so nonchalant with him at the same time. It hardly seemed to be any defence mechanism, for she needed no protection for something that she deemed not important enough to seriously hurt her. Perhaps in a way Diana reacted her anger on the Joker onto Bruce, for they were the extreme opposite of one another. For they had a connection which she had not with both of them.

She drove one of his less eccentric and expensive cars, as if it would make any difference. She had left him a simple message on the phone that she had borrowed one of his cars and that she expected to be home by eleven. She was sure that he would be happy with that time. Not that it mattered, for she doubted whether he would be home by the time she would get there. The car she parked in a parking flat in downtown Gotham City, not too far from the Zero-Thirteen-Bar for she had kept in mind that Gotham was a dangerous city to be walking alone at night.