Two days later, Batman steps foot into Lex Luthors office. The LexCorp building is surround by cops cars and me... well I was jobless at that very moment. People cried and most were too scared to react any way. Before Lex was pulled into a car he looked at me, enraged. "Don't think I never knew who you really were!" Then he was pushed in. My life stopped once again. It seems to do this a lot. Ever since the first step out of Jokers grasps.
Time went by in slow motion. I sat in my tub a lot of nights, scrubbing at my skin furiously and crying. Everyone around me was crazy. I was crazy. Nothing was right and this world spun in a different direction.
Why my mind would wander to the deep void of him and I was unknown. I needed to forget him and for 10 months, I couldn't. Now it was time to stop trying. My window was open and I stepped out of the tub with a towel around me and drenched hair. Someone was outside of my window and I knew exactly who it was.
No longer could I say I was fearful to see him. Now I could say I was relieved. Did I really think that I could live a life of sanity? Oh, but I could! For a long while I could. So, with that thought in mind, I turned around but left my window open. This feeling in my stomach that I couldn't describe was becoming worse and worse. My mind was split in half. Go to him! I cannot. I must stay. Besides, what are the chances of him taking me in the same way we were when I left?
I stayed up that night. Trying to find jobs was easy because everyone wanted the women who was once working with Lex Luthor. They wanted answers. All of the answers were the same. 'I didn't know.' Nothing else was said, even if I did know.
Now I worked at Calvin Kleins as a manager. The job was simple. Everyone who was hired had a very strict background check. It was better this way.
Today at the store was different. My own emotions made it this way. One year ago, I left Joker. My mind thought about it. The note I left on his desk was still fresh in my mind. My hands felt as though they had just written it. My body felt hot and sweaty as if we had just finished making love moments ago. My tears felt like they were the same that came down my face the night I closed the door and drove away.
It was quiet outside of my little business room in the back. The music that the store always had on was now silenced. I used a tissue to whip my face before smoothing down my pants and walking to the front. Everyone was gone.
I tried to be angry at them. A hand on my mouth stopped me from feeling anything. My instinct was to fight back, even if I knew who it was. How could I forget the feeling that his touch would bring me? My leg went behind me and wrapped around his, making him fall to the ground. I spun around to land on him and pin his arms behind him.
"Leave me alone!" Was all I could scream. This caused him to laugh and I held his arms tighter, making him wince.
"Leave you the way you left me?" The question was said bitterly. It broke my heart. He didn't know the beginning of it. I let go of him. It wasn't long before a hand came to my face and I fell to the floor.
Surely my cheek was red. "I'm sorry." Joker didn't care for my sorry. Instead, he left and I stayed. Stuck to the ground. His car was heard driving away and soon after that, ambulances followed. Someone had called.
They rushed in and saw me on the floor. A look of confusion was all over their face. "You're not dead?" They seemed shocked. All I did was laugh. I laughed like a mad man. There was a gun in my desk.
My feet rushed to it. When they stepped in, I had it up and ready. They're hands were put into the air and I smiled. "Did you really think he would kill me?" One of them tried to calm me down and I shot him, no remorse. The other was scared, looking down to his friend in horror. "You shot him.." Another laugh went through my body and out into the air. "Now I will shoot you." As my words said, I did.
Adrenaline was pumping through my veins and I went out through the back. Sirens were in the back and there was absolutely no way I would be able to get to my car. I ran to my house. It was a long run and by the time I had gotten there, I had a pumping heart full of passion. Fully alive.
As I ran up the stairs, I laughed. Was it this simple? In my closet was a box. That box held my suit, my gadgets, the real me. I scrubbed off the makeup that was on my skin and out the suit on. There was no use in doing anything else but letting it all happen. I needed this to happen.
I was crazy, why should I fight it? There was a joy in killing people and robbing banks and watching. My guns were loaded and I had a knife in my hand, grazing my skin. It felt good.
I went to the place I was sure he would be. To my luck, he was. People looked at me, shocked. It was known that I had left him. They just hadn't known that I still loved him.
Joker sat and spoke to a man I have never seen. His henchmen surrounded him and I stayed my distance. That was all good until someone decided to look at me. It was Todd. His hand went to Jokers shoulder. Any other day, Joker would have killed Todd for interrupting the meeting that was held with the man. Today was different. Joker looked at me and smirked an evil smirk before laughing.
"Maya, Maya, Maya!" My name was screamed from his lips and I walked over to him. All that separated us were chains. We both went close to them, our faces almost touching. Nothing was said.
My lips went to his cheek and a tear fell. When I pulled back, I acted the same. Even if there was a tear strolling down my face, everything else was to normal. My smile had to be sinister and my posture had to be dominate.
Jokers eyes were wide and I winked at him before walking away.
