Desire - The Joker fanfiction

Part 8

After those amazing moments of holding each other, we let go and he convinced me that he really did have to go do something but he promised he will come in here first thing in the morning.

So I had nothing to do but sleep, or try to at least. The next morning finally came after the tossing and turning of a once again sleepless night.

I tried to distract myself from the waiting by observing the room, which was coloured green and purple almost entirely. Odd colours for a room but it had a hint of comfort to it, and of course it reminded me of the Joker, I bet he chose these himself, at least he has his own style, something I never had.

Lost in my own thoughts I didn't even realise the door had been opened and the clown stood in my presence.

I looked at him, seeing his gaze was already fixated on me, I shot him a smile.

"You're here." I say breathing out with relief, I didn't think he would keep his promise.

"I promised you didn't I?" He shot me his metal smile and came to sit on the side of the bed while I was in a sitting position on it.

For a moment we sat there just looking at one another, not really knowing what to say, or even needing to say anything. But he decided to speak first, breaking the silence.

"Doll, I've done some thinking.." He began and I nodded urging him to continue, maybe he will say he has feelings for me? Could it really be? I felt so nervous waiting for him to continue. "And I've decided.. To not keep you a prisoner anymore and let you go." He said but he wasn't smiling anymore yet his gaze was still on me.

My smile disappeared and was replaced with a frown. He's letting me go? Go where? I don't want to go anywhere, I want to stay here. Or maybe he doesn't want anything to do with me? This can't be happening, just when I was getting used to this..

"You want me to leave?" I say, my voice clearly weak. He nodded in response.

I felt my heart shutter a little but if this is what he wants, I'll give it to him. I pushed myself off the bed and walked towards the door, stopping for a second before looking back at the clown who was still looking at me from the bed.

"So I guess this is goodbye then." I said trying my best to keep my voice strong.

"Bye doll." He smiled but it looked forced, I've seen his smiles, from wicked to genuine and this is neither.

I walk out into the corridor and realise I'm still not that familiar with this warehouse. But I couldn't stand the thought of having to see the Joker again, I knew if I did I'd break. I took in a deep breath and decided to go find the exit on my own.

After a couple of lefts, rights and some stairs I didn't find the exit but instead I found that room where he first electrocuted me in. Well this room has a lot of memories to it. From the corner of my eye I saw the pretty baseball bat that I tried to hit the Joker with, would he mind if I took it? He did get pretty mad when I first took it but I'll just take it to have something to remember him by. I grabbed it and kept walking down the corridor.

I'm surprised I didn't run into any goons, where are they? I kept walking and after a couple of turns and more stairs I finally found the massive doors that led to the outside.

Swinging the bat in my hand, I walked over to the doors and pushed them open leaving the warehouse. Not looking back, knowing it'll make me want to run straight back.

I wasn't entirely sure where I was, so I walked down the Gotham streets, occasionally asking people for directions until after an hour or so I finally reached my old flat. I wonder if my roomie is still there, I honestly don't even know how long I've spent at the Joker's warehouse.

A thought hit me, realising I don't have my keys and I cursed under my breath. Guess I'm gonna have to try and buzz my flat and pray my roomie is in.

I entered my flat number and after a few rings I heard Sam pick up. Relief washed over me and after saying its me and Sam being in total shock, she let me in.

"Jess!" Sam yelled once I entered the apartment, pulling me into a tight hug and my weak arms wrapping back around her. "You're ok, oh my god you're ok!"

Little did she know, I really wasn't, emotionally, mentally I was drained. And I missed a psychopath that I shouldn't even be thinking about.

After being bombarded with questions I did tell Sam what happened but only briefly and only the general details, leaving out most parts. Parts only I want to have memory of.

And finally after taking a shower and changing into clean clothes and feeling a little more like myself I went to bed. Although once again for some reason I couldn't sleep, if I fell asleep id wake up within a few minutes. I tossed and turned until I finally gave up and got off the bed. I observed my room in the darkness, it was nothing compared to the Joker's room. Mine was so dull and boring, his was so colourful and alive, I needed that in my life.

My eyes landed on the bat and I smiled as it reminded me of him. I decided to go to the kitchen and get a cup of water, maybe it'll help me sleep.

After pouring a bit of water and leaning on my counter I am startled when I hear loud banging on my front door.

It was past two in the morning who could this possibly be? They kept banging so I ran to the door hoping they didn't wake Sam up.

I opened it without looking through the peep hole, which was probably a dumb idea. To my surprise I was faced with those blue eyes that could make my heart flutter.

I stare at him in shock, but he looks angry or annoyed, he's eyes burn into mine.

"How did you-"

"Didn't your mother teach you not to take other people's things?" He interrupted me, pushing past me into the apartment. "Where is the bat? I thought I told you not to touch it. It isn't yours." He growled and I felt a little intimidated.

"Shh you'll wake up my roommate! It's here." I ran to my room and brought it out and he grabbed it from my hands. "What's so special about it anyway? It's just a ba-"

I was interrupted by a hand grabbing my throat and pushing me against a wall, closing off air, making me unable to breathe. I automatically tried to pry his hand off but he was too strong.

"Don't you dare say that. That bat used to belong to someone special, you shouldn't have taken it, do you need to be taught a lesson?" He asked, a wicked grin on his lips now, he looked less angry and more insane.

"I- just wanted something to remember you by." I say or try to at least considering my situation, my voice coming out weak and raspy and barely audible.

His grin disappeared off his beautiful face and he studied my face, almost trying to see whether I'm lying or not. After a couple of seconds his hand let's go of my throat and I land on the floor with a sight thud.

He looks at me and I swear I could see a hint of sadness behind his eyes but that couldn't be it. He just tried to strangle me.

And just like that, he is out of my front door without another word.