Chapter 22: The Fight part 2

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Joker's P.O.V:

He tackled me to the floor. I might be smarter and faster, but he's bigger. I gasped for breath.

He put his huge hands around my neck and squeezed. I gaged. He squeezed tighter. Everyone was looking at us now. Even the lunch ladies. I was starting to get dizzy. I mentally growled. Was I gonna let this loser beat up?! I punched him in the throat. He let go to put his hands to his throat, gaging. I punched him again, in the head. He ducked his head and stood up, stumbling a bit. I tackled him this time. He fell down, and I made sure his head hit the floor first. I punched him over and over until finally he blocked one of them and threw me onto the table. His face was all bloody. I felt my face. My mouth and nose was bleeding. I growled again and and launched myself at him. As I tackled him he stumbled back and hit a chair, tripping over it and hanging upside down. I stood up straight, breathing heavily. I wiped the blood off my face but it just kept streaming. He was groaning. Finally I took out my switch blade. I was going to give him something he wouldn't forget.

When he saw the knife he struggled to get right side up. I stopped him by grabbing his wrist and twisting it. He gasped. I cut a circle, all around his wrist. I knew it was gonna leave a scar. Like a bracelet. What? I wasn't gonna be cruel. Just a little something. He's not anything special so I wouldn't give him anything special. I wiped my face again, and again, it was no use. I walked out of the cafeteria, everyone staring after me. I walked over to the girls bathroom and leaning against the wall next to the door, waiting for Harley to come out.

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