MUST READ "Hurt me:Jokers flame" to understand this story.
Sequel of hurt me: Joker's flame
Leyla has tapped into a lighter side of the clown prince. No one thought he was capable of being selfless, but one night, he loses it.
And he loses her.
C...
The Joker was seated at the head of the table, legs spread out as he tapped his long pale fingers on the gold plates set before him to a tune that not even he recognized.
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Leyla was sat next to him wearing her beautiful black lace dress which perfectly fit her tight curvy body. She picked up her wine glass and sipped it, looking at the Joker from the corner of her eyes, a small smile on her face.
They heard the ominous chiming of the doorbell echo through the open air around them. Leyla took one more sip and set her glass back down as footsteps were heard.
With every passing second, the sounds of the shoes against the marble grew louder and louder.
The Joker clenched his fist but relaxed when Leyla placed a hand on his arm.
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They quickly glanced at one another before turning their attention to the two people who entered through the doorway of the dining room.
The Joker immediately put up a front, grinning widely at the man who had just arrived, raising his arms up and approaching him slowly.
"Tiger! How very civil of you to join us." Joker rasped, grinning as he took a hold of Tigers hand, shaking it firmly. Leyla's face grew dark as she looked at Frost who had escorted Tiger in. He nodded at her and she smiled as he walked out.
Now it was just the Joker, Leyla, and Tiger.
"Hey J. How very nice of you to invite me over," Tiger said with a smile. He was a nervous wreck but Leyla had appeared very sincere in her efforts to reconcile his friendship with the Joker. She had sounded overly nice, in fact. As Tiger walked closer to her, he noticed the heaviness of the room being set upon him, almost as if trying to choke him. His chest tightened with every step he took forward.
But despite it all, Tiger followed Joker as he escorted him to his seat. The table was set up to feed a football team. Scores of food, expensive drinks. Varieties of fruits and vegetables. Cheeses.
Leyla made sure to go above and beyond for their guest. Their... special guest.
Tiger sat and made eye contact with Leyla. She looked at him crossly but then smiled. The fakest smile she could possible give.
