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Chapter Three

You are crazy, a perfect liar

Adrianna's Pov
All night I didn't get a wink of sleep cause I was afraid if I had woken up something would either have freaked me out, and or I could have been dead as well so the very next morning. I just tried to shift everything at once.

I was struggling to keep my eyes open while I sat in the bed, now wide awake, in the large room. My eyes would flutter softly every so often, wondering if this was all some sort of sick and twisted little game. Maybe a sick little nightmare. When I would wake up it would all just be over. This is so what I get for trusting her, letting her sneak me into a god damn bar.

I would quickly reopen my heavy eyes each time they tried to shut then yawn so softly and stare at my lap I didn't want this kind of life, not a kind of life sold to insane less then human mind of man, who by all means didn't care about what he did and how he did it.

I wanted to at least try and make a difference, maybe see eye to eye with how odd Gotham was. Still the city we live in that's so hard and it's even worse being a young black female as well. I didn't even jump when the clown prince himself came right back into the room. Making himself known to me.

"Cupcake how you doing?" He exclaimed, voice bouncing in and out my hands shot out quickly rubbed my face to try not to show signs of sleepiness at all.

"I'm fine." I stammered quickly, not trusting my voice too much in that moment. He chuckled mad like.

"You still haven't changed clothes there's a closet full of new goodies try them out you wouldn't want to disappoint me now would you?" He asked me quickly, almost like a quick switch of anger in his voice.

I shook my head with a small no motion, there again, a fast switch, he was smiling again. He smiled my way. "There's a shower right here. Come down to the kitchen I have some explaining to do." He called over his shoulder.

I once again nodded his way. Him being around me freaked me out to another level. He left very quickly, the door slamming with a hard bounce.

I got up going to the closest almost all the clothes showed a bit to much skin. So the only thing not like that was a very big black t-shirt with Gotham written on the front and then a pair of grey sweats. Well better then nothing I suppose.

I looked around for a quick second then slowly went into the bathroom that was very nice and clean to wash away everything and anything from yesterday night away and maybe help me for what's for come next. What was next though?

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I was still getting water out from my hair but it was mostly dry and still in the process, after having one of his personal goons show where the kitchen was after he protested a lot. Useless they were.

He finally showed me to the kitchen where he was sitting at one of the stool tops at the counter. He looked at me flashed a grin "Don't you look pretty now." He called gesturing with his palm. I put my hands behind my back, trying my best to avoid the contact.

"Thank you." I spoke in a quiet voice he chuckled lightly.

"Now I have a few rules for you Adrianna." He told me I blinked, was I back in school?

"Did you say.. rules?" I questioned lightly he nodded once more, like it was so simple.

"Yeah what fun would it be without rules." He called making me sweat even more.

"Rule number one don't call me Joker or clown prince, come up with a nickname surprise me just don't call me those two," He called slightly loud. Okay that's easy enough I can just call him J. I thought chewing on my lip.

"Rule number two try to get along with my other plaything Harley Quinn she can be a handful sometimes," He explained in a carefree tone dear lord anybody but Harley Quinn I thought.

"Third since you live here I'll give you a small freedom you can wander around but no going in my room or office when I'm working," He explained the three rules seemed so easily but they could turn so deadly in a quick second.

"Understood?" He remarked out harshly. I gave a nod.

"Yes J." I said making him smirk.

"Do what you like I have work." He dismissed me waving his hand, getting up he was only in a pair of black sweats with no shirt on showing everything on his chest including tattoos, even scars. My eyes following each and every one of them.

"Be a good cupcake," He called walking past me blowing in my ear. I squeaked lightly and hid it with my hand. Now here's the deal thought, how can I be so calm and avoid death her? I thought.

I blinked, pressing myself into the counter top. "Only speak when spoken, don't talk back even though I want to, follow the three rules." I mumbled quietly to myself nodding my head lifting my head back up.

"Those are my rules." I mused quietly and then sat down in the kitchen. It's really the only way to avoid anything I thought softly while staring at my lap I miss home but in the end nowhere is home.