Hush (A Joker Story)

22: Downfall

"Oh Mistah J! You're so sweet, thank you for the roses, puddin'!"

I was practically fuming in my room. I wanted nothing more than to shoot Harley Quinn in the face. And I was not kidding when the thought crossed my mind.

She was getting on my nerves.

I knew she was the one who framed me. Jack doesn't think I'm telling the truth, since Harley has been doing nothing but showering him with gifts and affections. She finally figured out how Jack's mind works. And now she was getting all of his care and attention.

Well, screw her.

I got up angrily, fixing my hair, combing it and curling it. I put on my sexiest dress and my nicest shoes, I took my Louis Vuitton out of its place, the Audacieuse GM, which was $3,790.00 and worth every cent. I was going to be a classy lady tonight.

I walked out of my room and past Jack, who was looking at me with wide eyes. "Where are you going?"

"Out to party." I stopped and turned to look at him, eyes hard.

"Why so fancy?"

"Because I'm going to meet up with someone." I spoke.

"Who?"

"None of your business. I better go, don't want to keep him waiting."

I watched as his eyes flared with intense jealousy for a split second, before he masked it to a calm, poker face.

I turned away, flipping my hair as I walked away. I walked with so much confidence, since tonight I knew I looked sexy, and I knew Jack liked it.

I walked outside and into the Lamborghini waiting for me. I turned to smile at the man at the wheel.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne." I spoke sweetly, batting my eyelashes.

Yes, I was on a date with one of the men that made me want to throw up. Why did I say this? His money made him confident. Too confident. It was all about the money for him. 

"Hello there, Blaise." he spoke, flashing his million dollar smile.

Hm. I wonder if he's like Christian Grey, the hot millionaire in- WHY am I thinking of 50 Shades of Grey at a time like this?

I chuckled at my thought, looking down at my lap.

"Hiya." I said, turning to him.

"So what is this place, anyways?" he asked, looking at the home. 

"It's my father's old home, that he passed on to me. I live in there with my roomates. They're great, you should meet them sometime." the way I lied was so smooth that he didn't even notice. Joker wouldn't care that I had Bruce pick me up here. It's not like they stay in costume at home.

Jack liked to not leave his office, so he wouldn't be noticed. We made it so the house's records had exactly the bullshit I was speaking.

I used my real name. Of course. I didn't see why I couldn't. My real name held no records, and I did come from a wealthy family.

One that I don't like to think about anymore.

This is a very nice car, wow, all of the nice little designs.

Rich bastard.

"That's great!" he said, and started to drive. Bruce Wayne thought I was beautiful, him and I had met at Starbucks when I went in late one night a week back, I had wanted to stay up and think of ways to prove my innocence to Jack. After Starbucks I was going to go to Harvey Dent and explain what happened, but then Bruce introduced himself, and asked me out.