Not too many nights after our kiss and tells, we saw each other at a club. Everyone knew us and everyone feared us. The sense of power I desired and finally felt like I belonged to this earth once again. Everything was back where it was.
I went to the bar and ordered a drink before standing at a corner, watching everyone. My outfit was nice and silver. The glittery effect made me look even more elegant in the golden room of drunk and sober bad guys. No one would look me in the eyes. It caused me to smile as I watched them glance over at me. Some people did look me in the eyes. They wanted to beat me but were stopped by a force. That force was Joker. No one was allowed to hurt me and he made that clear. Killing or torturing people who tried to hurt me wasn't helping his puppy love case die down. Maybe he didn't want it to.
The glass I had with my drink was knocked out of my hand and before I knew it, hands were around my throat and I was pushed to the wall. Joker was angry and I started to feel a little humiliated. "C'mon baby, people are staring." Then, before he could react, I switched it up on him and also brought a knife to his throat. A smiled crept up onto his lips as he put his hands up. I wasn't going to let my knife down, though.
"What's wrong, Joker? Don't like seeing that someone is feared as much as you? You should get over is. We are one." I whispered the last part in his ear, seductively. This made his eyes go dark and ominous. Everything I said made him angry and soon, his head collided with mine in a head butt. My hand went to my forehead and then he was gone.
People were looking at the scene. It didn't help that henchmen from me and Jokers side were pointing guns at each other from either side of us. My henchmen kept their gun up as Joker slowly walked away. "Lower them, boys. We've got better things to do than kill him." They did as I said and followed me as I got on my motorcycle and went home.
The next night I was walking and I had decided to go to the tattoo parlor. No one goes here but bad guys. There's been many times that it was raided so we usually had sloppy work done due to having to go so fast. When I walked in there, a man with a reptile looking face was standing and looking at me.
"Hello, Maya. What would you like to be done to you today?" Okay, I thought that he was going to fight me but that's just his face. His voice is actually high pitched and peppy. The mans vibe made me happy.
"I actually don't know.. When I came in here I just wanted something on my body that's new. Just forgot to think about it." The man laughed as we went into the room where I laid on the chair.
"How about I do a little something from the top of my head. Something that will show who you are?" I nodded, liking the idea. If it had been any normal life, I would've asked how the man knew who I was enough to get a tattoo on my skin. Being that everyone knew me, it wasn't hard to be able to do that. He had me lay on my back with my hair up. This tattoo would be on my neck.
"So, care to tell me about your tattoos?" I felt the tattoo gun do its work, a slight pain on my neck.
"Well, I'm Jokers. There's no doubt about it. Everything on my skin tells a story about him and I. There's the 'All Mine' above my heart for me being all his. Then the 'hahaha' it just to match with him. There's a few guns, diamonds, dollars, and knifes to show what we did together and then there's a J under my eye for his branding in a way." It was all painful to say this. I remember the day he put them all on me and that was the day I knew I would be all types of fucked up.
The man gave a pleasing sound and then changed colours of the ink. "That's sweet. Why do you fight with him now, even though you are his?" There was an accent that I couldn't pick up. Maybe it was Indian? Through the accent was concern and it was very nice to know someone was willing to talk to me.
However, I didn't know how to answer the question. "Huh... Well... I left him and you know that. Then after a year exactly, he popped back into my life. The reason I left was to be safe. When he saw me, he was very mad and mean. Now we hate each other, I guess. Honestly, I don't know exactly why we are fighting." A cold substance was placed to my neck and the burning sensation from the tattoo died down. The man gave me a mirror to hold behind me so when I look at the full body one, I'd be able to see it.
On my neck was a hand holding an eye. It really did make me think of myself. I turned to him, bringing him in for a hug. The building made me feel so calm and he man was not scared of me at all. "Why aren't you scared of me?" My question was serious but he laughed.
"Do you really think I would let a bunch of cold blooded killers in a room alone with me without charming it. I'm a witch." It all made so much sense. I smiled at him and honestly, understood why he would do such a thing.
"If you ever have troubles, I come out mostly at night. Scream my name and I'll find you." He nodded and gave me one last hug. I've never met someone so nice in my whole life.
"If you ever need someone to talk to, you know where to find me. Don't be so mad at the man. I know it sucks to hear but you caused him a lot of pain and now you try to fight him? There's no use in fighting fire with fire." I nodded at his words then left the shop.
There was no point in time that that phrase would sound simple. Something about Joker and I has made us want to fight. I did leave him and then I came back. Not exactly the way he wanted me to, either. We are trying to compete for a throne that we once sat on together. Was he really just hurt?
We both know that we won't kill each other. This is all about a title and nothing else. All of Gotham knew that. I was the one thing that he would not kill and he was the one thing that I wouldn't kill. There was a protective barrier around the both of us. I felt the need to keep him safe and he did the same for me.
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In a way, the love was still there. It just wasn't ever said to him nor I.
