Paper Planes

XIII

"Sometimes people surprise us. People we believe we know."
—Joyce Carol Oates

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Ember sat perched up on the bathroom sink, chapped lips held open as her jaw lay ajar.

Joker stood between her legs, his palms planted firmly on the counter as he searched her features for any type of reaction.

"Ember-ah?" He breathed, his white, paint-stained thumb darting upwards to caress her jaw.

She instinctively flinched, her heart thudding painfully in her chest as her eyes studied his face.

The man standing between her legs was undoubtedly Jackson... the very boy she spent ten extraordinary years with. Her first kiss, her first love, the boy that took her virginity...

She fucked the Joker before he was the Joker.

She openly scoffed at the thought, slightly repulsed by the situation at hand as she pressed her palms firmly against his chest, silently begging him to back away.

"Can ya-uh, say somethin', doll?" Joker's voice wavered, his feet shuffling backwards to allow her off of the counter.

"I'm going to be sick." She revealed, falling to her knees before the toilet as she hurriedly lifted the lid, emptying the contents of her stomach into the bowl as Joker grimaced.

He slowly approached her, sinking to his knees to become level with her tiny, hunched frame as his hand came into contact with her back, rubbing circles against the skin as if to soothe her.

"Get the fuck off of me!" She exploded, snapping her arm backwards to shove his away.

Joker's brows raised at her abrupt actions, a pang of hurt coursing through him as he rose to his feet.

"Fine-ah. I dunno why you're being such a bitch." He seethed, muttering incoherently under his breath as he exited the bathroom.

Ember lifted her neck slightly, observing his every move as he eyed Bleaker's limp, bloody body on her bed.

"Fuck." He loudly groaned, disappearing from view as he presumably opened the bedroom door, completely forgetting the fact that he no longer wore his trademark makeup.

"Horton!" Joker shouted, lounging against the doorframe as he tightly crossed his arms.

Horton's pudgy frame came into view moments later, the air escaping his lungs the moment he settled upon Joker's face.

He didn't have his makeup on.

"Y-Yes, sir?" He stammered, slightly taken aback by how fucking attractive the Joker actually was.

And he thought that he was hot with the makeup, but this was an entirely different ball game.

"I nee-d you to dis-pose of a body, bud." Joker lowly grumbled, an eyebrow raising at Horton's dumbfounded expression.
"Don't-uh, get used to this, pal. You're lucky I don't kill yah for seein' me like this."