One fateful night, chance encounters are made and their lives forever change.
Love either weakens you or strengthens you and Joker finds out just what love does to him.
Warning:
Smut, language, violence
A picture of the Joker was seen on the screen of the television as Leyla's eyes caught a glimpse of him.
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It was HIM.
The man from the previous night. The one who had kissed her. Her eyes widened in shock. He did look slightly different from the average person but still, he was a criminal. And he had been so tender with her.
Though he seemed menacing, she just speculated that may be a facade to throw people off.
Or it could just be him.
"The Joker once again managed to flee the authorities after a wild chase with Batman himself. His whereabouts are unknown however we have a tip line available for anyone who wishes to anonymously submit any tips they may have leading to his arrest."
The anchorwoman spoke calmly and gracefully as she held a stack of papers, presumably her complete reporting material of the night. The TV then shut off.
"No one would be wise enough to use that tip line. I hear he has people working for him all over the city, even the police department," Leyla's sister spoke.
Leyla scoffed at the thought of Batman. The thought of a caped superhero running around after bad guys...it was something out of a comic book. And real life didn't work like that.
"Anyway, I was watching that. Why'd you turn it off!?" her sister said loudly, annoyed.
Leyla sighed, threw the remote at her sister and walked out. She couldn't stand this place. Her teeth gritted and her eyes burned in anger. Her family had recently moved here to Gotham to open a small business. A bakery. A dream her parents had, one which had finally come true.
But in Gotham? Well, they didn't have any bakeries here and Leyla knew why. She knew that small businesses had no place here. The streets were overrun with mobs and gangs.
In no way would they succeed. She brushed away her thoughts as a couple entered the bakery. Right away she flashed a pretty smile and assisted them. As she was putting their pastries into a box, a man walked in. He was tall and had slicked back brown hair. He had glasses on and a long coat.
From the corners of her eyes Leyla peered at the man and nodded at him, letting him know she'd assist him soon. He grinned slightly, letting her see his silver teeth. Immediately she recognized him.
Her heart began to race and her hands started shaking. But she brushed it off quickly and waved goodbye to the couple now leaving with their pastries.
The man eyed them as they left and then walked towards the counter where Leyla was.
She couldn't speak. It was him. The criminal. The gangster. The mobster. The man who kissed her.
She looked him in the eyes but her gaze was softer. She was not afraid but rather intimidated.
Why'd she feel this way? She never did. She wasn't afraid of anything.
