The Life Of A Maniac

Jokers girl

As I lock the door behind me, Joker grabs me roughly and drags me to my bedroom. He throws me on the bed and takes off my wig, exposing my long sliver and purple hair. I kick him off of me, "I'm going to shower real fast". He frowns at me then nods, its happened to him before. I shower real fast and when I'm drying off I walk over to Joker. He has taken off his dumb makeup and has changed into a shirt and some shorts.

Jokers real name is Jack and we have been dating off and on for an year. "Jack, you gave me a new bruise on my stomach" I complain to him. He laughs "You tased me, we are even". I glare at him then change into a big shirt of his. I hand him my brush and he brushes my hair, like always. After he's done, we brush our bloody teeth, splashing blood in the white sink. Jack has some silver teeth which glint in the light. We are the best evil couple, both with pale white skin and weird colored hair.

We lay in the bed about an hour later and I'm staring at Jacks chest. Its covered in tattoos and his abs are great. We are both breathing heavy and staring at each other. Jack has been refusing to move in with me and never sleeps here. I'm waiting for him to leave so I can go to bed. Jack gets up and leaves. When I hear the door close, I fall asleep.

I awake to Romo silently staring at me. I punch him in the face, and he goes flying into my wall. Romo groans and curses. "What the heck are you doing here"! I scream at him. He pushes off the wall, "Well you have to train today". He says angrily as I sit up. "I've already made you breakfast". I flip him off then stand up. "Make the bed, wash Jacks and mine clothes, and do it quick" I tell him without any emotion.

I go to my walk-in closet and slam the door behind me, Romo better have made coffee too. I get dressed in dark grey leggings and a white tank top. I put on some navy combat boots and then put my hair into a high ponytail. I grab my combat gloves as I walk to my big kitchen. I slip them on and watch the news. The news is talking about the building I blew up last night. I laugh and eat my breakfast.

Then the voices in my head start up "Silver kill Romo, no Joker"! "Kill everyone who gets in your way"! "Kill yourself Silver, and the world will be great". I shudder and place my hands on my ears. The voices never let me think clearly. "Guys stop arguing" I say back to them. They start grumbling about how I'm a bad sport so I stay quiet and they stop talking.

I walk into my training room, which is full if deadly weapons and pictures of Gotham, the beautiful city I live in. I grab some daggers and start throwing them into the dagger board. I make them perfectly into the middle and then I walk over to a punching bag. I round house kick it a couple times then punch it until my hands are bleeding.