Anarchy [Joker/ O.C. Fan Fiction] On Hold

Chapter 8) Joker Vs. Jack..

Laurel's Pov

I've been in this room for no more than what an hour?

Maybe an hour and a half?

This is going to drive me crazy if I don't hear a word from Harley or the Joker soon.

I hear the door click and I jump up ready to kick ass at the very moment.

I stop and see it was Harley limping in.

"You're face! Where is he?"

"Don't...just don't Mistah J ain't mean it. I wa-"

"Don't you dare make an excuse for that sack of shit! Where is he? I'll kill him!"

I rush past her and bump right into the clown himself.

"Hit me, Laurel." He said in a soft voice.

I cock my hand back but feel Harley grab it.

"Mistah J didn't mean it. Really."

"You're limping!" I snap at her. She winces away from me and I look back at the clown.

His eyes seem to look sad, but the smile on his face just pissed me off.

So I punched him right in the nose.

My middle knuckle felt a crunch and I wince drawing my hand back.

"Shit!" I scream.

"Mistah J!" Harley screams as she goes to see if he's alright.

You go to the man who just hit you? What is she?

"Stupid..." I mutter as I rub my knuckles.

The Joker had a bloody nose but he still had that smile on his face as the blood dropped into his smile.

"Leave the room, Harley." He was still staring at me.

"Bu-"

"I said leave.." He says in a cool tone.

Harley looks back at me and she looked scared as she left the room.

He closes the door and locks it.

I know my hand is hurting but that's why I have another hand.

And I was willing to have a broken body as long as I beat the crap out him for hurting that girl.

"Come here.." He beckons.

"Drop dead, and if you get any closer all hell will break loose in this room." I warn.

He starts pulling off his shirt an jacket then he tosses the jacket to the floor.

I take a little step back.

He rips his shirt in half and I don't know what to do.

What is this freak doing?

He looks at me again and walks forward.

"Stay back!" I yell, but he ignores my demands and walks up to me.

I go to hit him again but he grabs my good hand.

I go to slap him with the other but h spins me around so that my back was to his bare chest.

"Get off of me."