No sleep for the wicked

chapter 6- violent delights

Half of me felt like, running straight back up into the room I had been held captive. Everyone was looking at me as if I was a new toy, or something desirable. I was worried, but defiantly not scared, Harvey dent as ever was running his two faced coin over his knuckles, and Riddler just leaned against one of the kitchen counters, staring at me with a sly grin on his lips

. Suddenly Harley Quinn started waving her hand’s in the air for attention, “hey everyone, we wouldn’t be here unless crane decided to go ahead with the plan and gas Ashleigh,” she pointed at me, “and then steal her pass Card.” But this time crane didn’t seem to shy away from the fact he had done this to me he just said, “Well I’ve got to say, without Ashleigh here none of this plane would have worked.” Suddenly, Jonathan became someone different, his grin contorted into a twisted smile, as his eyes grew darker.

Everyone was silent; they all looked that their feet, or at the table in front of them, this wasn’t Jonathan, this was The Scarecrow. Suddenly his eyes flickered to the side to look at me, “you know Ashleigh, all these people are afraid of people they know, but not who they are,” I gave a small chuckle, and grabbed the tops of my arms in a vice like grip, and pulled me in front of him, “they’re not like us Ashleigh, they are too afraid of the world around them to even think of fearing themselves.” Then a small smile, crept onto his face as if it was foreign, to his lips. He let go of my arms, red lines were left in the place of his fingers.

I rubbed my arms, trying to hide the red marks, but there was no use. Silence rung throughout the room before the Joker finally spoke, “well, the food is ready. I must say it’s enough to go crazy over.” The Joker’s maniacal laugh rung throughout the kitchen, as he pulled out tray of food from the oven, when I looked back at Jonathan his eyes were back to the shade of darkness I knew, and the smile which was on his lips, was gone and in its place was a straight lipped mouth. Joker came over to Jonathan and I, “so are you gonna’ eat anything, or was this little shindig a waste of time?” I smiled at him politely and answered, “Depends what there is?” an even larger grin further twisted his face, “we’ve got all sorts, food for the veggie,” he said pointing to poison ivy, “food for the meat lover,” this time he pointed to Killer Croc, “and food for the sweet tooth.” He said looking down at me. I gave a larger smile as I was a sweet tooth by nature.

I looked up at Jonathan, who quickly bent to my ear, “sorry about that, the whole pressure of breaking out of Arkham really has taken its toll on me. Sorry again.” I nodded, Jonathan pulled away from me, as Joker pulled me towards the cakes and delights that lined the bottom of the kitchen table.

As I got closer to the bottom of the kitchen table, I had realized that the Riddler was walking besides me, wearing his classic green suit, and the gold Riddler cane. When I got the bottom of the table with joker by my side as well as the Riddler, things got a bit tense. “So Ashleigh how have you found your new home?” I grabbed a small cupcake covered in green icing, and answered the Riddler politely, “I’m finding it rather daunting, Nigma.

I don’t fit in here what so ever.” His rather enigmatic smile, faltered slightly when I called him Nigma, but he brushed it off, “well Ashleigh if you’d like to fit in better you could always become a villain like all of us.” He opened his arms wide as he gestured to the crowded kitchen, I shook my head and took a bite out of my cupcake it was sickly sweet and what I craved. “Well Riddler what would becoming a super villain entail?” I was humouring him, I couldn’t lie.

A large boyish smile was planted on his lips as he explained what I would have to do to become a villain, “would you like to become my side kick or accomplice? Whatever suits you.” I gave a small giggle and ate the last of the cupcake, “I’m fine being the damsel in distress at the moment.” He nodded and picked up a cupcake with green icing on, “are these any good?” I nodded and grabbed another one. “Why have they got green icing on them?” he smiled over his cupcake and took a bite and quickly swallowed, “because I made the cupcakes and iced them as well.”  I smiled up at the Riddler, “well you’re amazing at baking cupcakes, I must say.” He nodded, he had no modesty,” I didn’t just make the cupcakes, I made all the sugary things here.”

I stared at the sugary delights in front of me, “could I have one of everything?” I wasn’t being sarcastic; I had an uncontrollable sweet tooth. Then out of the blue he was leaning over me, “it’s nice to find someone who appreciates my other talents, he leaned in closer then he smirked, and then he whipped out a plate from behind me and started to put little bits of cake and other sugary thing on to the ceramic plate. I looked over to the other side of the room to see Jonathan staring at me he looked rather depressed, and upset.

I didn’t know what to do, humour the Riddler or go and see Jonathan with all his psychotic tendencies. I looked over to the Riddler to see he was no longer there. I sighed and looked to my left. I jumped as he was standing right next to me, I giggled as the Riddler handed me the plate full of food and swung his arm round my waist. I felt more comfortable but I had a feeling of guilt as I looked at Jonathan as he left the room with hostility craved into his features.