Don't Believe Everything You Read On the Internet

Chapter 35

           Joker entered the door to the lair, leaning on the back of it after closing it. He needed support in a time like this, metaphorically and literally. Literally from the door, for he was too stressed to walk or stand. Metaphorically from someone he could talk to. Unfortunately, he didn't know anyone who would understand what he was going through. Joker gave up and received his other form of support from the door as well. He turned to the door with a longing look, needing to let out his emotions.

            "Oh door, what do I do? I've never liked two people at the same time before. It would be so much simpler if I had stopped liking Batman all together, because I could just kidnap his son and laugh in his face and tell him that this whole dating situation was just a joke. That, or if I stopped liking Bruce, than I could go on dating Batman and act like this never happened. The problem is, I think I love them both equally. Okay, it's more of a 60/40 situation, I barely know Bruce after all," Joker told the door, who said nothing in return. Joker appreciated the fact that the door wasn't calling him a freak. Then again, talking to a door made him more of a freak than he actually was in hindsight. One of his friends had an eraser for a head, though.

 "Do you think I should tell one of them about my feelings? After all, I don't want until I'm half dead to confess my feelings this time. Oh, if only Bruce Wayne wasn't so hot!" Joker whined, giving himself a slight bang on the head from the door, who continued to not respond.

           "Puddin, if you wanted to talk about your feelings with someone, than you could've just asked me for advice," Harley suggested, walking to the entry way to join her friend. Joker realized that he might've said that last part a bit too loud.

           "How much of that did you hear?" Joker asked nervously.

          "Only the part where you said Bruce Wayne was hot. Seriously, why did you want to talk to that door more than me?" Harley asked, crossing her arms with a smirk on her face.

           "It's not that I don't want to talk to you, I just didn't think you would be able to help me."

            "Look, when I decided to become your partner in crime, I had a pretty big decision as well. I was forced to choose between my friends at my job or you. In the end, I realized that you just made me happier. Who makes you happier, Bruce or Bats?"

             "Both of them! Batman and I have history, and we understand each other. He also accepts all of my flaws, and thinks that they're adorable nonetheless! Bruce is someone that doesn't know a lot about me, yet he still treats me like a person that he'd want to hang out with. Heck, he was even flirting with me a bit today. I want to be with both of them so bad, but not only would that be super awkward, it would be uncomfortable. Each of them makes me happy, but for different reasons."

               "I don't know, those reasons sound pretty similar to me. Maybe the reason you like both of them is that they both act the same in a lot of ways."

              "What? No! They're both entirely different people! Ha, and people say I'm the crazy one."

             Harley shook her head. She knew that Bruce and Batman were different people, but at times the similarities were uncanny. It must've been the fact that they hung out a lot, and their traits were rubbing off on each other. That had been the case for her and Joker. Why would it be different for Bruce and Batman? Joker was just being stubborn.

                "If you don't want to talk to Batman for a while, I could tell him that he doesn't have to come to movie night," Harley suggested.