A dog chasing cars

Chapter 4

I lay awake in bed. Unable to shut off the voices that spoke quietly in the back of my head.

You robbed a bank. You legitimately robbed a fucking bank. Are you insane?

Kill them all and escape.

J looked cute today...

Wait what?

I wonder what we got on the history exam.

They were becoming louder.

I'll be quiet if you kill someone. Anyone.

J is just so amazing oh my god.

I could hardly stand it anymore. I covered my ears but it just made everything louder.

Come on just do it. Sneak out and kill someone. J will never know.

"Fine!" I yell out loud and get up abruptly. I take out my Bobby pin and pick the lock. They know how easy it would be to get escape right?

I tiptoe to jokers little closet of toys. The walls are lined with machine guns, explosives, and there are at least 2000 bullets in one box alone.

"Fucking hell" I mutter while opening the knife drawer, or should I say drawers. I pick up one of the hundreds of knives and hold it in my hand, testing the feel of it. The one I pick is a red trench knife. Maybe I'll borrow it for a bit. Joker won't mind.

I quietly make my way past the goon sleeping lazily on the couch. Pretty sure joker isn't paying him to do that. Wait does he even pay them?

How about you get to the killing already?

I pick a window that I would actually fit through and walk over to it. My hands grasp the window sill tightly and I pull up with all my might, but I came to no avail. I glance down and see nails keeping the only escape route I had tightly closed. Nice try J. I take the tip of the knife and dig the nails out of the wood one by one. I attempt to open the window again and it slides open, making a loud bang when it hits the top. I close my eyes and mentally scold myself.

"Where ya goin at this hour sweetheart." I hear heavy footsteps approaching me. It was nearly impossible to turn around but I grit my teeth and move so that I can see the man.

"Just getting some air. Smells like, uh, cigarettes and gasoline in here." I say shyly with my head Tilted towards the ground.

"Don't like it? Leave. Boss is way too fond of you. It ain't good for him." His face is covered in shadows and I can't tell which of the idiots it is. They all sound the same, husky New York accents with a lot of stuttering. Before bed, me and Joker talked for a while. He told me they're all bat shit crazy. Paranoid Schizophrenia, psychopathy, borderline, and basically anything you could think of. He called them his "group of misfit toys". 

The sound of the mans voice filled my heart with rage. "You wanna fucking die like your little friends?" I growl. 

He pulls the blade out of my grasp and puts his large hand around my neck, lifting me up off the ground. I clutch his hand that is nearly breaking my neck and whimper. My vision is getting fuzzy and I feel tingles all over my body. J comes out of the shadows and creeps up behind his henchman. Suddenly I see nothing and fall into a hole of nothingness.