"I need to get back to Joker- I don't think you understand." He was furious but so was I. He could apologize for making me jump. "Splitting me from him isn't going to make anything better." I say, as he walks to the glass case fully shattered. "Wow you really cared about me- why is that exactly?" I said. "Just shut the hell up- okay? You're not going anywhere. You're going to come with me to get Joker to Arkham or I will kill him."
That would be the worst ending to life. Staying alive while he's dead. It can't happen. "No. I mean fine. I'll help you get him to Arkham." "But why did you kill my brother? Just answer me that." He came over to the glass where I sat on the ground cross legged, knowing he wouldn't dare open or crack that wall because 1, I had just tried to die, and 2, he already cracked his suit's case. "I killed him because I had to. Aria- Joker was shooting at me and I had to deflect it. It hit your brother on complete accident I promise." I heard the sympathy but didn't see it or care. He still killed him. "Great. Moving on. I need different clothes. And I'd prefer it if I could dress in a more private place please." He sighed, looking deep into my eyes. "Fine. You can go in my closet. But you better not try to kill yourself again. Trust me, you'll see Joker again if that's why you did what you did." He slowly pressed the deployment button, but grabbed my wrist so easily and yanked me along to a huge sliding door.
He practically threw me inside, and closed the closet door. I flipped on the light and the closet was almost identical to Joker's. Instead of dressing, I broke down. I just silently cried. I fell to the ground. I was insane. And that was great. I knew that's how he liked me. How he needed me. And at my lowest, they came. The voices he shocked into my head. The angel and devil. They didn't say much, just indescribable murmurs. I stopped crying and picked myself up again. Half the closet was what I expected had been Claire's, but it seemed more like my style.
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I stepped out of the closet and Wayne was already in suit for the third time today and I realized how many black clothes I wear. "Great, but do you mind putting on a shirt?" He said. "Um yeah- I do. Sorry but I like this outfit so I'll wear it. Now I'm gonna need a weapon- not a gun though. Neither of us should take guns. We're not killing him." He seemed to understand. He walked off and came back with a baseball bat for me and a gun for him. Apparently he only half listened.
