the truth ( joker fan fiction )

girlfriend?

I have been in my room alone for about 4 days now.

Joker has given me less work. all I do now is making plans or cleaning Joker suits. The smell of blood on his clothes only remains me of Malcolm - that little fucker- so cleaning has become a nightmare.

I been reading a lot more than just one book every second month.

Now on these four days I've been reading three books. And im working on the fourth now.

The book is really bad. it is a "Good VS Bad" kind of book. so you kinda know how it will end.. the good guys winns, and the bad guys loses.

I throw the book away from me and gets up from bed.

better do some work...

I plumb down in my cheer and takes out the list of things I got to do.

1. make a plan for robbery (a bank)

2. send someone out to bomb the high school

3. kill the idiot who said that it would be an good idea to get Harley Quinn back from prison (important)

4. send Harley out on a stupid mission so she can get caught by the police again (urgent)

5. get me a "girlfriend" (she has to be trusted. and pretty. but most of all trusted)

I look shocked at the list Joker gave me.

He wants a girlfriend? Why on earth would the clown prince of crime want a girlfriend? If he wants sex, I know Harley would volunteer on the spot.
But i guess that everything Joker asks for has some kind of a plan behind it.

Since I have already done the other 4 tasks I start working on the girlfriend task.

So, I know about five girls willing to be Jokers girlfriend. but only two of them are trustworthy.

I put one picture of them both and a tiny description so he can choose himself.

the two girls are really pretty.

the first one is a long girl with big brown eyes and long beautiful brown hair.

She is a number one Joker fan, and obsessed with kinky shit.

her name is Veronica Black.

The other girl is a tiny blond girl with green eyes and a huge ass.

She always says Joker is hot and would love to be his fuck mate or more.

her name is Katie Winters.

I look down at the two photos. they are beautiful. both of them.

wonder what Jokers reaction would be if he saw a picture of me.. like the real me! not the henchman with a clown mask.

I pick up a picture of me. im so terribly ugly...

I am way to thin. my hair is blonde, and goes everywhere. I look like a blue eyed troll.

but on the other hand, I am trustworthy and can fight. and I have been in love with Joker for about three years.. even though I gave up on him two years ago.

and my name is Jaime Oliver Cromwell.

I am so ugly I know Joker won't pick me.. so I put my description and picture together with the other ones.

I put the photos and the other stuff in a suitcase and puts on my mask heading for Jokers office.

I knock three and a half time to signal it is business.

"come in! the door is open!" Joker yells.

his voice isn't angry or mad. but not happy at all.

I walk in and hands him the suitcase.

"ah! Mute! just the man I needed" his voice isn't happy. so I guess he is being ironic.

he takes the suitcase and opens it.

"Harley is gone?" he asks.

I answer with a nod.

"and the houl girlfriend thingy?"

I points at the pictures of the two other girls and me.

"Mm.. you have a good taste in women, Mute.. you can go now" he says weaving me off.