Him and I

Chapter 4: I am the clown with a tear away face

Ever since the day I killed the guy in the club of the jokers a month life has been...interesting. I keep recieving gifts from the creep. One time it'll be something nice, like a pair of shoes or something of that likeness. Then the day after it'd be a cruel joke in a box.

I sat in the office of Heathens waiting for the joker to arrive. We "hhaavvee bbuuiisssssnesss to discuss" were his exact words if memory served correctly.
So naturally, i decided to start snooping around his office for shits and gigs.  I opened one drawer, and out popped a jack in the box.

"He certainly is a man of character.." i muttered.

After about 10 minutes i found a box painted black with what looked like a burned A125 attached to it. I pulled it out of the cabinet and opened it.. only to be shocked by the contents.

There was a picture of a beautiful pregnant brunette, and a taller lankyman with brown hair and piercing blue eyes staring back at me. I looked at it questionably, and realized who the man was. I turned the picture to the back and it read "Jennie and Jack, 2008."

"Hm..." i said, looking at the other contents. Newspaper clippings, pictures. Badly written jokes on loose leaf.

Then i heard the infamous laugh. God, the fucking cackle! It was literallythe human version of a chicken in the morning tryingto wake everyone up. I sat down with the box infront of me, running my hands through my long hair. Feet propped up, head layed back. This was my house to.

Then the door burst open, and there stood the city's most feared criminal.

I peeped an eye open to see him standing there. "Fucking clowns" i mumbled, opening my eyes fully and looking directly at him. For once he actually had on clothes. He was wearing slacks and a white shirt with the buttons at the top opened.

"Why are your feet on my desk?" He breathed, and i laughed.

"Its comfortable, now sit so we can discuss what ever it was that you wanted to discuss" i replied, my eyes closing again. He growled, and I giggled.

"So we're resorting to the dog growling again? Attractive." I spoke, and the feeling in the room got extremely uncomfortable. I assume he noticed the box.

"Would you like to tell me why your going through my things Mercy?" He seethed, obviously furious.

"Would you like to tell me why your going through MY things... Jack?" I smiled, eyes still closed. Legs still propped.

As soon as i finished that sentence i immediately regretted it. I felt my body being slammed against the wall, his hand wrapped so tight around my throat that i felt his heartbeat in his finger tips.

"You do not get to call me that, little girl" the joker said, in my ear with a voice so low it was reminiscint of a whisper.

"Don't go through my own nor my father's personal belongings and we wont have these fucking problems, joker. I dont care what the reason is. I'm sick of it" i said as best i could. It was getting hard to breathe, and i was seeing black spots.

After that, i dont remember anything.

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I am so sorry this one is a filler chapter. I wanted to post a chapter today but i didnt know exactly how long or what i wanted to be in it. But i can garuntee you its about to be interesting!