Desire - The Joker fanfiction

Part 9

The whole situation left me dumbfounded. The next few days went very slowly, I found out I lost my job since I didn't come in for a long time. Although that wasn't too tragic, I was just a shop assistant with the crappiest wage, so I wasn't going to cry over it.

The one thing that did make me want to burst into tears is the Joker. He hasn't shown up to my apartment since that time with the bat, I could only wonder who that someone special was that it belonged to. I didn't even know the Joker was capable of having enough feelings to call someone special. I do remember him having a sidekick called Harley Quinn and I do know their story but very very briefly, I didn't bother studying into it. However I also know she left him a few years ago now, but that couldn't be hers, I mean the way he treated her, how could she be 'special' to him ?

So instead of being happy to be free from that psychotic maniac, I am wallowing and missing him. Something so odd to me, sure I always fascinated about meeting him and maybe even speaking to him, I admired the way his mind worked and the way he did things. But after meeting him and spending so much time with him, something else added to it and now I feel like I constantly want him near or just want to know that he is okay.

Silly really, that's another thing I admire about him, he doesn't have this issue because he doesn't have feelings for anyone. He doesn't hurt from love, he doesn't miss people, he's free from all of that and oh how I wish I could be too.

For the past few days I've stayed home. Without a job and nothing to do and the Joker filling my mind, I just didn't want to do anything at all.

"Jessssiieee!" Sam chirped as she entered my room. Oddly enough I was in the exact same position as when she told me about the Joker being in town, sitting on the window seal, leaning against the window. "Get dressed, we're going to a club!" She clapped her hands.

"A club?" I raised an eyebrow at her. I haven't been to a club since I was around 18.

"Yes. Now get your butt into a sexy dress and let's go. I'm not allowing you to spend another sad day at home, thinking about.. Whatever you are thinking about." She waved me off and walked out to get ready herself.

No I haven't told her what I'm thinking about, and honestly it's better this way. I decided to go along with her and get dressed. Honestly she was right, and this way I could get my mind off him, maybe a few drinks will do the job.

I picked a black mini dress that had a deep cut to almost my belly button but stayed firmly covering all the needed areas. After putting on my matching black heels and fixing up myself with some makeup I walked out of my room, grabbing my purse on the way, to see Sam already waiting for me.

"You look amazing now let's go!" She chirped and linked our arms and I chuckled.

We arrived at a posh looking club and made our way in. Just as I remembered, loud music, people either dancing or grinding against one another and the smell of alcohol, my favourite.

Not even five minutes after entering the club I saw Sam wondering off to some guys. I, however, decided to hit the bar first. That should ease me up a little.

I sat on a stool and ordered three shots of vodka, that should do it. After receiving them and a wink from the barman which I ignored, I swallowed them one by one with about 5 second gap in between. I just didn't like waiting, I wanted it to hit me fast.

I sat there for about ten minutes waiting for it to hit me and observed the club. Maybe I could find a handsome guy to take my mind off the Joker ? Everyone was either taken or being chat up until my eyes landed on a handsome blonde talking to a guy. However he didn't seem too interested.