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Your normally cool and reserved features twisted into a scowl as raged filled your bloodstream, blinding you of any reason. Your hand swung away from the thug your gun was pointed at, aiming at the blond head of some stripper who decided to kiss your partner in crime – The Joker. Before you could stop yourself, your fingers pulled the trigger and you swore you have never heard a prettier sound than a golden bulled passing through her head. The Joker took a surprised step back, his head turning to stare at you: his eyes were wide, but not in shock, more like fascination.
You let out a ragged breath, lowing your weapon. Your gazes locked and you gulped, the anger that was brewing inside you dying down and leaving you eerily calm. The loud music drowned out the gunshot or maybe I didn't - either way, even if people heard no one dared to step foot into the Jokers VIP lounge.
"Ohhh..." The sudden upwards tilt of his lips made your heart race as he slowly stalked to you, watching you like a predator, "How...chaotic." By now he was close enough to touch your face and that's exactly what he did – his big palm landed on your cheek, gently tilting your head as he almost lovingly gazed into your eyes, "Oh...I like you (Name)." Like a switch his demeanor flipped, those fingers that caressed your cheek tangling into your hair and pulling roughly "But if you ever shoot that close to me again..." He told lowly, "I...will caaarve you up, pumpkin."
