The Joker Made Me Do It

Chapter ten

The smell of bacon and waffled filled the air as my eyes opened groggily. I wiped the drool of my face and put my hair in a messy bun before slumping into the hall toward the mouth-watering aroma.

I turned a corner to the right leading to the stairs to see Bruce and Dick at the bottom of them staring at me. They looked freaked out. Then Dick checked me out from head to toe. Bruce's jaw dropped to the floor.

"Huh? What are you guys-

I looked down at myself to see I was only wearing my underwear and a tank top. 'Great going, Claire.' "Eeeepppp!! Oh my god! EEEEEPP!" I started squeaking out laughs as I ran with my arms flailing to 'my room' and slammed the door shut. 'Great, Claire. Just great. You're making quite the impression here.' I sniffed my armpit. "Wow I really do smell like a horse's ass."

"What's that?" I heard Dick behind the door and Bruce whooting out chuckles somewhere down the hall.

"Nothing! Oh, nothing!" I laughed. The door started to open. "I'm taking a shower!" I ran to the bathroom. "GET OUT!" I screeched.

"Fine, fine." I heard snickers. "We'll be at breakfast when you're ready." His voice faded as the soft tapping of footsteps in the hall disappeared.

I kept laughing from embarrassment. My cheeks and lips were scarlet red. 'Jesus, Claire. Pull yourself together!' I turned the knob of the shower to the right for hot water and found a towel in the closet for me. I waited until the room was nice and steamy before stepping into the shower.

"Oh my god, Claire." I talked my myself out loud. "Did you seriously just do that? I mean really, you're underwear? They could totally see your body, your legs... Your scars! Oh god, Claire! What were you thinking? You were practically naked!" I moaned out loud and heard snickering outside of the door.

"I thought I told you to GET OUT!" I squealed and rushed to wash my hair with the lavender scented shampoo. After maybe ten minutes or so I shut off the running water and wrapped the big, fluffy, yellow towel around me and looked for my room for something decent to wear. Clothes were scattered all over the floor until I finally found something suitable. Everything was all fancy and I wasn't up for the formal wear.

'Ah here we are.' I held up a navy blue ruffled tank top with a pair of skinny jeans and some jewels sandals. 'Cute.' I noted as I slipped them on and towel-dried my hair before skipping out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen. 'Pretend like nothing happened.'

My wet hair hung over my shoulder, like carrying a heavy weight over head. I blushed in shame as I looked over to Bruce and Dick. Dick had a huge smirk on his face while Bruce was staring at the huge waffles on the table. He had this kind of evil grin on his face, yet he seemed like he was concentrating on something as if the waffle was talking to him. 'Maybe he's almost as insane as me.' I smiled and heard a no in the back of my mind. 'Shut up.' I rolled my eyes and sat down at the table next to Dick.

"So... How about this morning?" He raised his eyebrows. "You should wear that more often." Bruce spit out the coffee he had took a sip from and glared at us while I let out a nervous laugh.

'Shit. What?' "Uh... Haha... No... Ummm." I glanced around trying to think of a different subject. Nothing came to mind. "There's nothing there to show off or see." 'Ugh Claire! Don't instigate the conversation!' 'I sure liked seeing you in that purdy dress, dear.' I shuddered and let out some more laughs. 'Get out.'

Dick just gave me a... seducing... stare as he bit his lip and looked down at the food before him, chuckling to himself. Bruce grunted and snorted before sitting down in his seat. He could see my embarrassed complexion out of the corner of his eye and stifled a smile, which he didn't think I could see.