The Letter (Joker and Harleen) UNDER EDITING

The Boyfriend

Ohhh, Doctor. I am very glad you like those red roses but doll...that's not red.

I felt my heart completely stop. But what was that supposed to mean, with the Joker, it could mean anything. Did he kill someone??

I manage to stumble out the words, "T-then what is it?"

"Well Harleen, oh, is it okay if I call you Harleen?" At this point I didn't care, and if I wanted to get some answers out of him I had to do things that made him comfortable.

"Sure." I say slowly.

"Lovely, well, last night as my boys were trying to fix up your lovely office. A guard had caught them messing around. Long story short. One of my boys had shot him and came back to ask me what to do with the dead body. As I was about to kill him for almost getting caught and ruining the whole thing, I saw the white roses in his hand and thought that it would be way more romantic if they were red. So I told him to go politely dip the roses in the pool of blood and let them dry in my nice, lovely, purple vase. And that's it. Did you enjoy my nice horror story, Doctor?" He said so unaffected by everything he just said. So happy and content.

I look at him with the most disgusted look I've probably ever given anyone. Everything he said terrified me, there are blood covered roses in my office, someone else's blood in my office, and he has the nerve to call this romantic?

"You looked frightened dear, is something the matter?" He says all innocent, something he definitely is not.

"Is there something the matter? What kind of question is that? You have random henchmen break into my house and put letters in my apartment and kill someone just to decorate my office, and theres someone's blood on flowers in my office. And now you're asking me if something is the matter. OF COURSE SOMETHINGS THE MATTER." I let out in a loud and frustrating manner this all is just too much.

"Don't talk to me like that doll, all the trouble I went through for you, you should be grateful. I could've left that dead body in your office and let it smell like decomposing rot than delicious cinnamon buns." He said sounding like I should give him a prize for something I didn't ask for. He thinks he's scaring me, which, he is. But I'm not gonna let him know that.

He face was a stiff, intense movement of frustration that I didn't like the fact that he color the flowers people blood instead of, well I don't know, food coloring, or, spray paint.

"You expect me to be grateful about you killing a guy to make roses more romantic, first of all I have a bo....."

Before I could finish telling him, the guard tells me "Times up"

I get up out of my chair madder than ever, not even caring if he was looking at me, I hope he was, I hope he was just as mad as I was. Because I'm going to tell that I have boyfriend and that he needs to stop with all the "romantic" letters."

Before I leave I take the roses home with me, I don't want to see them every time I go to work, it's disrupting to know they're not actually.....red. I feel so bad for that guard, he didn't deserve to go like that and didn't even get treated with the respect he deserved after he died.

I get home and I'm dead silent. I see Adam I'm the kitchen, he turns around and sees the roses in my hand, sees that my face is as white as our walls.

I can tell he just got home because he still has his long white jacket on, he's a Forensic Anthropologist. It usually takes him an hour to take his coat off, I still don't know why.

He walks up to me really fast, "Omg, babe are you okay. You look really sick." He says in concern

If I say anything I'm pretty sure I'll puke all over his treasured, perfectly white jacket. So I don't say anything, I just rush past him, throw the flowers on the floor and throw up in the toilet.

They made me feel a whole lot better, I see Adam in the doorway of our room worried sick. "I ate a bad apple before work, don't worry." I lied because I didn't what him to worry more. But that didn't matter anymore because as soon as I get myself sorted out I see a purple rectangle on my bed.

I sigh annoyed, probably him sending me a mad letter about today. I honestly didn't care. Adam didn't see it. "Babe I'm fine, can you just give me a second to sit and take a shower? I feel gross now." I say trying to make it into a joke. He sighs and agrees. "I'll have food ready for you when you get done and if you need anything just yell." He's so worried about me and I love that about him.

I close the door behind him, sit down on the bed, and open the envelope:

A boyfriend. You have a boyfriend, well I guess we're just gonna have ta do something about, now aren't we?

Yours, only

-J

At that mere second, I wanted to throw up all over again. He knows I have a boyfriend now, I knew I should have told him as soon as I got the chance, but I got distracted and let him find out from his goons and now the love of my life is probably
in danger...but how did he know that I had a boyfriend when Adam wasn't here all day yesterday........

Oh boy more mysteries and more creepy and romantic letters. I wonder what the Joker is gonna do to Adam....