Brink of Madness

A Secret Admirer

"Give me a kiss baby," Sloanne seductively smiled at her boyfriend, James.

"Your wish is my command," he said smashing his lips against hers. Sweaty bodies and colorful lights surrounded them.

"Gross," Harleen laughed as Winston gazed at her.

"You look beautiful tonight Harleen," he said with his hands around her waist. Tonight she had decided to step out of her comfort zone. She was wearing a tight red mini dress with a matching pair of black heels.

"Aw, thanks," she blushed, "I'm pretty sure that I'm the only sober person in this place."

"You're having fun though right?" he asked.

"Of course. I'm glad you agreed to come," she smiled as her face got closer to his.

"I wouldn't miss an opportunity to hang out with you," he said cupping her face. He daringly brought his lips to Harleen's and began to kiss her. He's definitely no Andrew, she thought to herself. NO stop it!  she pushed the thought to the back of her head and continued to kiss him.

"Aw look at my girl go! She got herself a new man," Sloanne squealed at James.

"Has she heard anything from her ex?" he asked.

"Not since the day he left. It's weird. Usually the men try to text at least once," she shrugged, "Oh well, he turned out to be a weirdo in the end."

"How was that?" Winston asked pulling away.

"Wonderful," she smiled. He smiled back and was about to go back in.

"Ow!" Sloanne screamed. Harleen whipped her head around to see if her best friend was okay.

"Oh shit. I'm so sorry," a drunken red head said stepping off of Sloanne's foot.

"Are you okay," James said holding her.

"Would you be pissed if we went home?" she asked with tears in her eyes.

"Of course not baby," he said kissing her head.

"We're coming too," Harleen grabbed Sloanne's hand.

"You don't have to. You and Winston should stay and have fun," she replied.

"No, I want to make sure you're okay. Plus Winston is welcome to come back to our place," she said turning to him.

"I would love to," he smiled, "But we seriously need to get your foot iced as soon as possible." The group helped escort Sloanne out of the club.

"Look at Bruce Wayne's flat," Sloanne  exclaimed looking across the street.

"People seem to be running around in there," Winston examined.

"Guys look at that car!" Harleen pointed. Directly underneath the flat was a car with the top smashed.

"Oh my gosh the window in his flat is shattered too," James exclaimed.

"I wonder what happened," Harleen pondered. Then a group of men exited the building. The group's jaws dropped open when they saw their attire. They were wearing clown masks. From behind them popped out none other than the Joker himself.

"Jesus Christ," James whimpered. As the Joker's men filed into the van, Joker stopped to stare at someone across the street. Harleen to be exact. He did nothing, then gave a smile and winked. Harleen was flabbergasted. Joker jumped into the driver's seat and drove away.

"We need to get out of here," Winston said, breaking everyone out of the twilight zone.

"Yes, thats a good idea," Harleen stuttered. He had looked so familiar. Those eyes and that smile. It couldn't be, could it? Harleen stop it. You're being irrational. But as hard as she tried she still couldn't shake away the feeling that the Joker eerily looked like Andrew.