*ON HOLD*The Smile and the Girl ( A Joker love story )

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       The endless ticking of a clock resembles the agony and paranoia of Joker's mind. Some may call him sick, some may call him cruel. I mean, if blowing up a hospital isn't cruel I don't know what is.

         But something about him, I just can't put the tip of my finger on. I stared at the ticking wall clock is it struck 3:00. Only one more hour and it's the end of my shift.

           I sipped on my fifth cup of coffee, contemplating random things on my mind. Without thinking, the cup slipped out of my hands, spilling all over my white dress shirt.

           " Shit, hot hot HOT," I progressively got louder running out of my office. My stilettos clomped against the tile as I ran to the staff room.

             I swung open the door, running to the sink. I grasped the brown paper towel from the plastics casing. I ripped it out, dabbing the paper towel on my chest.

The pain relieved a little. I walked back out, walking down the cells of the crazies. I turned the corner, about to go down before I decided to check out my chest.

               I unbuttoned the now slightly brown dress shirt down to where some cleavage showed. I then grazed over the burn." Nothing to worry about, just a small burn," I mumbled under my breath, as I turned to go back around.

                Joker was Standing by the window with wide eyes. I buttoned the shirt all the way to my neck and rushed to the door. I flashed my ID as I was let in.

                 I slammed the door shut as I slammed his head into the table. I gripped my hand around his wrist, bending his arm behind his back. After the incident with this clown prince of crime, I decided to take self-defense as a class.

                  Although the sight of him still made me quiver in fear, I always knew I would be ready.

                   Joker laughed rapidly, sputtering out some words after," I hope you know I like my girls rough, toots." His taunting cackling making me throw him to the cold concrete ground.

                    " I hope you burn in hell," I resigned, walking out the room. I stared at the wall clock ticking. Just past 4:00. I walked back down the hall of crazies, stopping at one in particular.

                     " Harls try not to cause any mayhem please," I whined, pleading the blonde. She snickered a smile, nodding her head," C'mon, maybe a little game of goldfish."

                       " Fine, but no hammers please," I pleaded again. Harley then spoke again.

" I'll try sis."