Explosive princess

chapter 32

He was the first and the last one who would manipulate me. He let me go insane! Because of him, I became the lunatic I am! But still... He was the most attractive human I've ever saw. For me he was more poising than Poisen Ivy. He infiltrated my head, my heart... He took over my life. He was my Clown King of crime.
I needed fresh air, so I slipped in a jeans, put my guns in the holster and my leather jacket on. I made my way through the mansion and out of it. I heard someone yell my name, but I ignored it and went the street up towards Gotham Hills.

I was halfway up the hill as a black van pulled up to me. An all too familiar van... "Get in Miss Alex, please." "Leave me alone Brad." "Please... You're not safe here. It's Scarecrow's territory." I took a look around. Right then I noticed all the scarecrows, which where placed everywhere. "Miss Alex..." I did what Brad said and got in the van. "Who's this Scarecrow?" "He was a professor of psychology and a psychologist in Arkham, like Harley. He was experimenting with scare gasses.. He let the inmates inhale it to see the results of it." "Wow! That's sadistic! What has it made with the people?" "They began to hallucinate. Their biggest fears and worries appeared. They were so scared that they pulled out their own hair and a lot died. He scared them to death." "Holy fucking shit!" It scared me already to think of what his gasses could do. Right now and right here I swear, I won't call J sadistic ever again.

Once Brad and i were back home I decided to make lunch, but only for the boys and me. I made 4 pizzas with various ingredients. While the boys and I sat down at the table for lunch and ate, J came into the kitchen. "Hope it tastes." He groaned. "Oh yes! It's fantastic! I would share with you if you wouldn't be such an asshole." I said sarcastic and smiled at him. He groaned again and left the room. The boys looked at me in disbelief. "What? If he thinks he can do whatever he want with me, I'll show him who he's playing with." I shrugged my shoulders and continued to eat.

After we ate, Paul and I cleaned up the table. The rest of the pizza stood on the counter. I went over to the living room and watched how the boys played poker. In the corner of my eye I saw J sneaking into the kitchen. I turned fully around and saw him eating. "Stupid asshole." I whispered. "Who do you mean Miss Alex?" "1st I mean J. 2nd Stop calling me Miss, Brad. I'm just Alex." He nodded and we watched J together. After 5 pieces of pizza he stood up and put his dishes away. "Why is he acting so strange?" I asked the boys. "I heard him the other night... He said something like 'it's all my fault.' or 'I shouldn't have let her go alone.'... He seemed to be sad or... I don't know." Allen answered me. I groaned. Did I really underestimated him?