Haylee Quinn

Chapter Eight - Intruder

I shot up from my sleep from the gunshots downstairs. Bud and Lou shot up as well, a low growl escaping their mouths. Do I even want to know? I groaned and pulled the sheets further over my head. Can't a girl get a decent sleep in around here?!

The gunshots continued for a bit, then it all suddenly stopped. I sighed in relief and found a new comfortable position. I hope it's not gonna be like this every morning, that would seriously suck. Suddenly my door sounded as if it had been kicked open, and heavy footsteps stormed in.

"Urgh just five more minutes J." I whined, but instantly regretted it.

I don't want to get on his bad side, not again. Bud and Lou started growing for some reason. Maybe they just don't like the clown? I can agree with them on that, though he did save my life. I'll give him that.

"Not quite sweet heart." A deep voice said mockingly.

That is not Joker. I instantly shot up, ignoring the pain in my chest. A buff looking man dressed in all black was standing in the doorway, with two other guys behind him dressed the same. What the heck?

"Mr J wasn't kidding when he said he had a new doll. Didn't realise he brought you back from the dead. Now I get the pleasure of sending you back there myself!" The guy to the buff man's left said angrily.

What is going on? And where's Joker? Suddenly the guy on the right aimed a gun at me with a wicked smirk on his face. I'm absolutely panicking right now.

I looked around me, trying to find something. Anything! I spotted a handgun on the bedside table. I promised myself I wouldn't do this, but these guys are going to kill me and it's self defence.

I quickly grabbed the gun and started firing at the three of them until the barrel was empty. Their bodies dropped to the floor with a thud, and a pool of blood surrounded them.

I just... I just killed three guys. What the heck did I just do?! Bud and Lou jumped off the bed and over to the now lifeless thugs, bite and scratching them until they didn't even look human anymore. I think I actually just threw up in my mouth.

I tucked up my knees up to my chin and buried my head. Tears poured down my cheeks, and my breathing was very scratchy. I can't believe I just did that.

Suddenly a door burst open and the sound of heavy footsteps stormed through the house. Oh no, not more of them. Please don't be more of them.

"Haylee?" A familiar voice called

"Haylee!" His voice grew louder and louder until it finally stopped.

I looked up to see him standing in the doorway, a shocked and relieved expression on his face. I never thought in my entire life I would be so happy to see the stupid clown.

He ran over to the bed and sat down next to me, pulling me into a hug. He seemed somewhat hesitant at first, but when I rested my head on his shoulder he loosened up.

"I sh-shot the-them." I stuttered, tears still rolling down my cheeks.

He softly cooed as he whipped the tears away with his thumb. I lifted my head to look at him, only to find him staring straight back at me. I rested my head back on his chest and closed my eyes, trying to get the sight of them dropping dead on the floor out of my mind.

I heard the hyenas stop their commotion down on the floor, I don't even want to see what they did. I still had the gun gripped tightly in my hands, too afraid to let go of it.

"It's okay princess, I'm here now." He whispered into my ear.

"Who are they? And why did they want to kill me?"

I looked up at J to see him staring at the mess on the floor with a blank expression. I hate his bipolar so much, it's ridiculous. He looked back down at me and his expression softened.

"His name is George Davis. He is one of the many mob bosses of Gotham, and those are three of his men. A few years ago Harley and I had messed around with him, just for a joke as always. He threatened that he would get revenge, but I thought nothing of it.

He must have found out about you somehow, and sent these guys to come kill you for revenge. God Haylee I don't know what I would have done if they had of succeeded." He pulled me closer to him and started drawing the circles on my lap again to calm me down.

"Is this what this is going to be like? People coming after me to try and kill me?" I asked once I gathered enough words to speak without stuttering.

"Of course doll face, but that's the fun part of it all. The adventure, the excitement, the thrills." He answered cheerfully.

What's exciting about any of that? I don't exactly find it 'thrilling' to have people hunting me down to try and kill me. He may find that funny, but I on the other hand do not.

It scares me that there are people in this city who want to kill me now. I'm not sure if this is quite true, but I think J will protect me. I think...

"Fantastic." I sarcastically sighed.

I heard him chuckle then softly pat my shoulder. He rested his head on top of mine and sighed deeply. I seemed oddly comfortable here in his arms. Weird right, feeling safe in the hands of a psychotic murderer.

"You'll protect me, right?" I asked softly, not moving at all.

I felt him move his head and felt his gaze on me. What a stupid question, he probably won't. He would probably stare down at my dead body laughing, thinking 'oh well, another Quinzel bites the dust'.

"Of course I will doll face. No one hurts my princess, and if they lay one finger on you I'll snap their necks." He answered in a casual tone.

Oh yea well that's comforting. But for some reason, and I don't know why, but I chuckled at his response. He laughed along with me, though it was somewhat of a genuine laugh. I kinda liked it.