"See, I've played this game a thousand times. There is no way to cross me or get out of this. I've got something you don't." Joker pointed over to me as he spoke. His hand shook slightly. "She's my eyes. You think you can get past her?" The man in front of Joker held his cold stare and I walked over to him. We were in Jokers bar. I had on a white, long, and wavy dress with a slit on each leg.
"I do not have any concern for either one of you, J. We could go around this all day and you will get to the same place we are now. There's no reason for fighting." The man looked over to me and squinted at my eyes. They were covered by a new eyewear that I've gotten. "Besides, how's your lady supposed to watch herself when she has to have her eyes on you?" Joker stiffened and got his gun out.
We need this guy, honestly. He's just testing Jokers temper. I rested my hand on his shoulder as he started to get up with his hand on his gun. A smiled appeared on the mans face as he leaned back. This man was pissing me off and I now wish that the goons were here because I'm scared this man will die.
Joker started to speak but I cut him off. "We are done discussing this. If you have anymore questions on my ability to protect what is mine and also myself, do not think I won't kill everyone you loved once this is over." I walked out fast so I could avoid hurting the man and Joker followed close behind. My hand was grabbed and I felt Jokers sweaty palms on mine. Something I would've found disgusting if it was anyone else.
Joker and I have been working together but have stopped getting on the emotional side of things. There hasn't been any affection words and if they were, we both put them to the side. We have noticed everything from one another but there's no use in saying anything about it. Him and I have decided to not be together in that way, sexually or emotionally.
I was turned around aggressively by Joker and pulled close to him. Anger was all over his face and I didn't know if it was towards me or not. At this point, I don't quite care. "You don't run thing, I do. Do you understand?" As if I couldn't get more angry from the man in the club.
My other hand came to his throat and grabbed it tightly. We stood in front of the bar in a staring contest as we were hurting one another. Joker had a smile on his face as he began to laugh. My grip on his neck grew tighter and as did his on my wrist. I held back a yelp that wanted to be released badly.
Behind Joker stood a figure that caused me to get wide eyed. My grip on him released and so did his as he got confused. Joker turned around and yelled as he stomped his foot. His hand reached to his temples and he got out a gun to point it to the figure.
"Bats, you need to go. This is my ground, my zone. Back off." Batman stayed in his place and looked at me sympathetically. There was an awkward silence as I remembered that we have kissed and we have talked romantically with one another. Whether it was true on my end or not, I felt kind of bad for some reason. Joker looked at the two of us and walked back closer to me.
Batman took a few steps forward and put his hand up. "Don't let yourself treat her how you did Harley. I could get you locked up a lot faster than you think I could, Joker." His voice was stern and his concern seemed sincere. This only made Joker laugh as he turned in a circle and looked at me. "Why do you think I would ever do something like that to Maya, Batman. And you can lock me up all you want but I will get out a lot faster than you think I could." There was no doubt that Joker felt a little betrayed by the Bat as he stood on Jokers ground trying to pick a fight.
My eyes closed as he spoke, taking in his aggressive words to Batman. Before any warning, Joker shot his handgun at Batman and as a reflex, I followed in pursuit and made sure he wasn't getting shot and the bad guy was. Batman ran off and into the dark night sky and Joker walked back over to me. His eyes grazed down to my wrist and got dark.
There was a bruise where he'd griped onto me. I chuckled and shrugged it off. The abuse between the both of us was small and it was pure, in the moment, anger. We were crazy and it's something we need to work on. It was once bad, I had the scars to prove it and as did he. My hand went to his throat that was red and I rubbed it.
Joker did the same to my wrist as he let it down and we left to the car. While we drove back to my place to drop me off, Joker stayed quiet. It was actually really awkward. There was something he was holding in.
"Joker, what's wrong?" The steering wheel was griped tighter and he sighed. "I think Batman has a thing for you and I don't appreciate that." His head went to the side in irritation and I nodded. There was no denying it because he would find out if I lied. So, I stayed quiet and looked out the window. I feel bad for never telling him about the night I'd gone on a date with his enemy. Even if it was for good, he wouldn't ever understand and he would think of me as a traitor. Lex was enough to get him beyond pissed.
When we got to my warehouse Joker was more calmed, he even played some music towards the end. The classical sounds in the car was peaceful and beautiful. We walked in the house and I got out a cigarette. My goons had written a note stating how Loki had been while I was gone and I turned around in front of Joker. "Unzip this, please." He did as I told him and I held my dress up.
"Sorry for bossing you around tonight. I just got angry with the man because he was disrespecting you and I ju-" Joker put his hand up, not annoyed, but not content. "I was not the only one disrespected and I would've done something if it wasn't for this deal we've got going on. You also helped me calm down before I blew his brains out." It didn't take long for Joker to begin walk to the door with his arms spread out.
I knew there was a creepy smile on his face, that's the way it always is with him. Right before he got out of the door, he turned to me. "Nighty night, my Maya." He waved at me and I did the same before he closed the door.
Even if things were bad, I knew I had him and I wasn't going to lose him. Not ever again. There were bumps in the road but we are all we have. No one else will love us the way we do. We are sociopaths and psychopaths and just crazy, crazy, people. No one looks at us the way we look at each other. That's why we are best friends. We are each other's everything.
We just aren't together the way I want to be.
