Paper Planes

XXVII

Me: Updates are going to slow down
Also me: Here's a new chapter a day later hehe

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"Don't be afraid of your fears. They're not there to scare you. They're there to let you know that something is worth it."
—C. JoyBell C.

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"Wha-t are you afraid of?"

"Y-You, sir." The man stammered, cowering against the cool brick wall as he pulled his knees to his chest.

"Oh?" Joker sang, the word tumbling from his lips in the form of a slight giggle as his lips contorted into an "o" shape. "And what about me seems to frighten you, kind sir?"

"You're the fucking Joker, I don't know!" The man added, his hands beginning to violently shake as Joker's gaze lingered on his printed t-shirt.

"I-uh, just have one question for yah, pal."

His eyes grazed the bat symbol on the strangers shirt, the violent purple switchblade held tightly in his clutch as he fell to a crouching position. The man began to shake harder, backing further into the wall as Joker became eye-level with him.

"Where's the Bat-man?" Joker's tone shifted, transforming into a dark and menacing sound that nearly made the man piss himself in fright.

"I-I don't know—"

"If you don't know, then why do you wear tha-t shirt, hmm?" Joker exploded, rising to his feet once again to tower over the cowering individual.

"He's my hero."

The mans blood ran cold when a taunting chuckle fell from Joker's scarred, painted lips. It was husky, deep, and most of all... mocking.

"Ha ha ha aha aha." Joker rasped, tracing the deep crevice of his lip with the tip of his tongue.

"Your hero?" He became eye-level with the man once again, arm outstretched as the blade set mere inches from the strangers nose. The man let out a fit of fearful tears in response to the proximity of the knife.

"Wha-t kind of hero doesn't even show up to save you, huh? Say, the Bat-man hasn't even shown his face in what, nine months–?"

"Everyone thinks he's a criminal because of you!" The man spat, his cheeks flushing bright red as anger boiled in his veins.

Joker's expression brightened, an amused grin plastered on his paint masked face as he let out an additional haunting chuckle.

"Your hero killed Harvey Dent. Did'yah know about that, bud?"

"I don't believe it. Harvey could've easily killed himself." The man swiftly defended.

"Why don't you kill yourself, hmm? Better to do that than to worship a-uh, false idol."

"Leave him alone."