the truth ( joker fan fiction )

the date

today is the day.

now I just got to decide what to wear.

dress? too formal.

sweat pants and big jacket? too boyish.

shorts? too cold.

skirt? too cute.

suit? too suity.

red and black? too Harley.

what to do?

what to do?

I choose you pickachu!

its a dark purple, ripped jeans and A tight, balck sweater.

to top it put on a dark, purple ribbon in my hair.

yeah.. that sounds okay I guess?

(TIME SHITY SHIP)

I was in the park. he should be here in about ten minutes.

better to be early, then to be late.

I walk towards a bench.

then I hear a swish behind me.

my body freezes.

"who is it?" I ask not turning around.

"sorry if I frightened you" a really deep voice says, he was closer than I thought. "my name is batman"

my eyes widened about three thousand sizes.

NononnononononononoNO. this is NOT good.

"W-why are you here?" I ask still not turning to face him.

he walks so he stands in front of me.

"I just thought you were alone. are you here with someone?" he asks with that ridiculous deep voice.

"Yes" I say as calmly as possible.

he then nods. "Okey. well, goodbye then" he says and runs off.

I breath out relived he is gone.

that was close!

I walk towards the bench again.

But this time im not stopped by batman, but by someone else dragging me in the shadows and pushing me against a old tree.

"why did batman talk to you? are you two working together? is this some kind of trap?" Jokers voice growls holding a knife to my neck.

"what? why would I work with him? my brother works for you remember?" I say as calmly as possible.

Joker looks at me.

I can't really see his face clearly, but I can see he is thinking.

"if I an Batman really worked together, would you still be standing here with a blade at my throat?" I say hoping he won't do anything to hurt me.

this is the first time Joker hearmy voice...

"you got a point..." he mumbles slowly putting the knife away.

I smile at him.

"this wasn't really a good start was it?" he laughs.

"you pass" I say shrugging.

"oh, did I?" he says smiling like anad man.

smiling like himself I guess...

I just give him a nod for an answer.

"let get tis date on with, shall we?" he asks, suddenly standing really close.

its a test...

I stand perfectly still smiling at him.

"yeah, sure"

"great! lets get to it then!" he grabs ne by my hip and starts walking towards the beach I had tried twice nw ti sit down on.

"what kind of dates do you usually have?" he asks.

"the usual. cinema, dinner, park walking.."

"sounds.. romantic" he says with a unreadable voice. (can't understand if he is happy, sad..)

"yeah, that's kinda the deal with dates... you are suppose to be romantic" I say looking away.

this is so awkward! talking to Joker about this stuff... its not normal! its crazy...