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"It's all part of the plan."
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The last few days had been very long, worning you out to the point of almost fainting and sleeping before the door of your flat. You fished out your keys and opened the door with a relieved sigh and stepped into your flat, pulling of your shoes and throwing them beside the door, when suddenly a clashing sound echoed trough the place. Quickly you grabbed the pink baseball bat your father had given you for your 16th birthday and made your way quietly to the kitchen, where the sound had came from.
A man in a dark suit stood there, his back faced you. You frowned at the mess he had made and readied yourself to fuck his face up. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?"
You heard him chuckle just before he turned around, a big toothy smile on his lips. "Ouch, you don't recognize me, [Y/N]." He pouted.
"Oh my..." You said, your eyes wide. "I haven't seen you for like 6 days! Why do you look so normal?" Suspiciously, you took a few steps foward. The Joker looked like the average guy someone would met at the store, minus the tattoos on his face and the metal teeth. You placed your bat on the kitchen table.
"My new disguise. I hoped you'd like it."
You took him fully in. His make-up was gone, his hair was brown, he had grown a three-days stubble and he wore different clothes. Dark, bussiness like. All in all, the Joker almost appeared natural. You fixed your eyes on his. "For what? I'm sure you have a plan on your mind. Care to share?"
He roared with laugher and patted playfully your cheek. "You know me a little too well, [Y/N]!" Then, he took sternly a hold of your jaw, pressing his index finger and thumb into your mouth. "Don't mistake your place within my order, dolly. Don't be so nosey and don't ask questions that might get you killed." With a push, he let you go and sat down. "Now, change your clothes. Something formal and snobbish. We have to go on a business trip to get rid of that new wannabe druglord in town." His cheerfull mood was in an instant back.
You knew your place very well, and nodded. Uncomfortable and tired you looked at the mess on your kitchen floor. "What have you tried to do with the flour, kakao and nuts?"
"Tried to bake a cake, or whatever boring people do in their boring freetime."
