Paper Planes

XXXIV

A/N: Here's a double update to make up for the lack of excitement last chapter. Enjoy!

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"If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave."
—Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

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"Stop fucking giggling, you'll get us caught!" Horton lowly hissed.

"S-Sorry." Ember stammered through another fit of giggles, her shoulder brushing against his as they peeked around the open entryway to the kitchen.

Joker sat hunched over the island counter, a mess of faded curls dangling in his vision as he continuously muttered inaudibly.

"Any minute, now." Horton murmured, shifting his weight from each foot as Joker began to stir on the stool. The ball-point pen in his grasp toppled onto the granite with a miniscule click.

Ember intently watched as the man rose from his spot, running a heavily colorant-stained hand through his locks as he rounded the counter, heading straight towards the sink on the opposite side.

The woman impulsively giggled once again, prompting the blonde man to grow rather agitated as he clamped a hand over her mouth, concealing her laugh as he patiently waited.

Joker's side profile faced the duo as he came to a halt in front of the sink. His features were routinely concealed by a mess of vibrant greasepaint, pink tongue darting outward to claim the lacerations that littered his face as his palm outstretched.

"C'mon, c'mon..." Horton muttered, transfixed on the scene before him as he refrained from blinking, fearful that he'd miss it if he did.

Joker's slender fingers slinked around the faucet, effortlessly twisting. What he didn't see, however, was that Horton and Ember had tightly tied a hair tie around the sprayer, which would undoubtedly soak the man the moment the water emerged.

The moment the water erupted, an abundance of liquid spewed from the sprayer, spraying directly in Joker's painted face as his features contorted into a perplexed expression.

"Wha-t the fuck?" The man yelped. His palms darted outward, pitifully attempting to block the steady stream from his face as he'd momentarily forgotten how to make it stop.

A strand of profanities spewed from Joker's parted lips, drenched curls glued to the seeping paint on his cheeks as he tore his left hand from blocking the sprayer, taking another hit to the face as he killed the steady stream.

Horton and Ember burst into lusty fits of laughter immediately following. The woman's knees buckled, her hand clamping down on her side to soothe the twinge as she laughed impeccably hard. Horton's hands met his knees, falling into a crouching position as he struggled to catch his breath.

Joker gradually spun on his heel, darkened eyes meeting theirs as the paint dribbled from his cheeks and onto his black dress shirt. Black paint began to seep down the length of his cheeks, squeezing between the tiny cracks and crevices of his scars as he began to look like some type of sad, creepy circus clown.

"Ha-Ha." He growled, mocking their exuberant laughter as he inched towards the amused duo.

Ember gripped onto the wall, struggling to steady herself as Joker's appearance only made her laughter grow in intensity. He was undeniably pissed, but the situation at hand was just so very funny.