Him and I

Chapter Four "I started a joke"

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So, it's been awhile since i've posted and that was for personal reasons but i've seen that i'm rated #4 on the jared leto tag ! Which is hard for me to comprehend because i think more people have posted better stories then me but hey. I wont complain. How are you guys liking the story so far? I really would appreciate comments, ideas and anything else of the sort because i want to come to happy medium in this story, and by that i mean writing stories that make you guys as readers happy while also satisfying what i want to write as the creator or what not of the story.
With that being said, here is chapter three. Enjoy!

Fin

I kept thinking about a couple things the longer i sat here while uncle did buisness with this man.

The first thing being that i was fucking starving. Is the food at a strip club good or questionable? Second was that i couldnt help but feel like i wasnt supposed to be in this room. I felt out of place.. even though johnny was here and so was uncle. Fuckin' family buisness i suppose. Lastly if this fucking clown does not stop staring at me....

I looked over at him, his head still cocked while uncle was talking over proposals of what to do about this cobblepot guy. Never took his eyes off me, and i doubtthe bastard blinked even once. Naturally, me being me, i was starting to get agitated.

"So what we can and should start doing to send a message for Cobblepot to get off your back is to send some kind of warning" uncle spoke. I wonder if he thought the same thing i was thinking about this guy staring at me.

"What is this uh...warning...you suggest sending?" He speaks!!

"Id say the usual. Find someone close and meaningful to him and have fun"

Still staring at me. So i spoke up, probably doing the worst thing possible.

"Right, so is there a reason why the fuck your staring at me?" I said, looking directly at him. Johnny looked like he was about to shit himself. Uncle sat back and giggled. Everyone else in the room looked dumbfounded, as if to say that they are surprised i dare spoke to him before spoken to.

"You......are a interesting one. And pretty. " his raspy voice spoke.

"Ok, thank you for the compliment. But we're all here for a reason. Reason being to do buisness. But yet here you are not even paying attention to what my uncle is proposing and just staring at me like I'm your dumb and dead girlfriend.." must've hit a nerve, because he sat up right and stood up getting dangerously close to me.

"Speak about Harley again, and you'll wish you never even stepped foot into this club." His voice was eerily low, and as equally menacing. I stood up and fixed my dress and stood my ground staring directly back into his orbs.

"Fucking try me. You wanted help, you called us. More like you had my brother Johnny call us because if memory serves me correct you had no one else because you burned every fucking bridge you had after quinn died. I get it, i'm the first thing you've seen thats actually got clothes on after that mess of a woman passed away. But either you pull your fucking shit together or were backing out of this and your fucked on a last hope of having any help in your future buisness ventures." Our bodies touched, to the point where i could see every pore, every scar in the skin of his face. With the last word being spoken, he cracked the biggest smile i've ever seen. He had silver teeth.. which made me think. I made it a mental note that if i ever lived beyond this day to ask him about that.

"Ill keep that in mind, my dear. Coco, show this..uh.. lady to the office and give her some refreshment. What ever she wants." As he finished talking, he turned away from me running a ghost like hand through his hair.

"Yes, mr. J. Ma'am? If you'll follow me ill be happy to escort you to the office.." a pretty girl with green hair and a skin tight purple dress on spoke to me, ushering me to through the crowd. Not soon after, johnny cane after us.

"MERCY!" I heard him roar over the music.

"What?! " i said, turning around.

"Do you not understand who you just went toe to toe with?! That man is the most..." he was yelling before i cut him off.

"Feared man in gotham yadda yadda. Look, i dont care ok? One thing dad always taught us was that it doesnt matter who you are you stick up for yourself. I'm not lil. I dont keep quiet and mind my own. I stay about my buisness and take no ones fucking bullshit and thats not going to stop just because your boss is some clown gotham is scared of when he's just a pale fuck in red lipstick" i looked just slightly passed him towards the clown, and he was currently in what looked to be a verbal altercation with some tall dark dude with tattoos.

After a second of barely listening to johnny yell at me for being...well.. me, i saw the unknown guy draw his gun and aim at the joker.

"Johnny give me your gun NOW!" I screamed. Johnny looked at me funny and i just grabbed his pistol off his hip clip, and aimed it at the mans head. With ease and a exhale of my breath, i pulled the trigger and the shot rang through the club, causing everyone to stop what they were doing, duck and stare at the scene unfolding.

The man's body dropped, and there stood the joker, blood all over his face and his shirt.

And there was that fucking creepy smile...