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Chapter 16 | Heart

Chapter 16 | Heart

Gunshots filled the air of the club and people started scattering away in a frenzy state. The man behind me moved away and I frowned, grabbing his arms and making him stand there, as I continued to dance through the cries of people being killed.

"We have to go!" The man said. "Its The Joker."

I smiled at his name mischieviously. I knew he would come for me.

"He won't hurt us." I said sweetly, gripping the man's hand tighter as he tried to move away.

"Are you cra-He is coming here! Let me go lady!" The man yelled, struggling desperately to get away but my hold on him was strong, especially with my powers. His brown eyes were widened with fear and he seemed like he was scared for his life.

He twisted and turned his hand, but I didn't let go at all. He suddenly stood still, looking at someone behind me, his arms were trembling. Through his dark brown eyes, I saw the reflection of Joker and I bit my lip, my heart leaping in joy at the mere sight of his reflection.

That's my man and you are going to die tonight boy.

"No balls." I muttered under my breath.

Suddenly, a gun shot filled the air and the weight of the man I was holding onto increased making me frown. When the weight was too much, I let go of his hand and opened my eyes, the man fell down on the floor with a loud thud. Blood was oozing thickly out of his chest and they rolled down on the floor, reaching my feet and I moved away clumsily, almost tripping. I looked above and saw dead bodies scattered everywhere. I realised that the whole club was empty and the music had already stopped.

I turned around to meet the icy blue eyes that always seemed to trap me in his gaze. How can a person do that to you?

He had a shiny gold gun in his hand and his appearance was the same as how I had left him. He hadn't changed a single bit.

"Why did ya shoot 'im?" I asked, stomping my feet on the floor, almost falling over in the process as I balancer myself. I felt like I was walking on a tightrope.

"What do you think you are doing?"

"Ya don't need me in your life." I accused him, pointing an accusing finger at him, as he stood inches away from me. "And so, I am moving on."

Suddenly, a broad smile lit up his face and he flipped his head back, the echoes of his wild and hearty laughter filling the emptiness of the club. I frowned, placing my hands on my hips. I felt my sober-ness returning back to me and the dizziness in my head slowly fading away.

"Moving on, are we?" He chuckled silently, giving me a devilish grin as he walked towards me with the gun held in his hand.

"You are tryna tell me that..." He dragged. "The girl... who went insane over me." He gestured to his head. "Is moving on?" He laughed again, his eyes squeezing shut, his feet bringing him over to me, his face inches away from mine.

I pondered on the thought and suddenly gave him a smile. "Ya." I said. "Unlike someone who can't move on."

He frowned, the smile dropping from his face in an instant.

"And look." I said in a sarcastic tone, pointing towards the wall clock. "It has only been four hours."

His gaze lowered on me, his chest heaving up and down and I knew that I have pushed the right button.

"You need me." I said, placing my finger on his bottom lip as I traced it painfully slow, he responded to my touch as he closed his eyes and purred. My finger lingered longer on the blood stain that had dripped from his nose. He hadn't bothered to wipe them away.

"Accept it Puddin'." I whispered into his mouth, my lips ever so lightly brushing against them. "Let me in. Trust me."

His eyes flashed open wide all of a sudden as he looked at me and my lips parted open as a gasp left from my mouth at the sight of the emotions swirling in them.

Fear, guilt, anger and one more emotion that I had only seen when we kissed in the vat of chemicals, an emotion that only lingered for a second at that time, but now it was there, lasting several more second in his cerulean eyes, making my heart beat wildly, threatening to come out of my chest.

Love.

"I love you." I breathed out, finally understanding the reason to why he wouldn't let me in, finally understanding why he pushes me away from his 'batman life'.

He is afraid that I would go away. I had become his weakness, and, he never had a weakness before. He never had anything to fight for before. But, now things have changed and he has me, something that he loves, something that is so precious for him. Something that he is too afraid to lose. And that's why he is so possessive over me. He feels the constant need to protect me, like I am a fragile new born baby, which I am because that is how he sees me.

That's why he wouldn't let me see batman. Because he is afraid I would be taken away. That's why he wouldn't let any guy near me. Because he is afraid I will go away from him. That's why he doesn't want me to go anywhere without him. Because he is scared something might happen to me.

Realising that I have seen this emotion in his eyes, his eyes widened all of a sudden in fear as he tried to move away and I stopped him by holding his hand firmly, making him look back at me.

"Its okay to feel powerless. Its okay to have a weakness Puddin'." I said, stroking his cheek softly. "Sometimes following your heart means losing your mind."

He narrowed his eyes at me, lifting his finger up, he traced my bottom lip, making me shiver as I responded to his touch.

God, I missed his haunting touch.

"Let's go home."

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