The Jokers daughter

clumsy bumsy

" I'm gonna walk into his room and demand he let me out", I uttered determinely as I've been preparing myself for 2 hours to confront him. I bravely left my room ready for my big quest, but the second I left  all that determination started to waver. The walk to his room seemed so long and deadly, I even started feeling sick. Why am i so nervous? Its my freedom we talking about here.

Stood before me now was the cherry door to his room. Seconds passed as i just stood there -thoughtless and lost. I can do this. I knocked once againest its cool marble. No answer. Ok...again. No answer. maybe he was sleeping? Who cares I want to get out of here, my inner voice snapped back at me.After five more impatient attempts I decided to stormed in. " You know when someone knocks on your door you reply", I scream with rage rushing forward blindly before i bumped into something hard and fell. 

His laugh flooded the room, drowning me in embarassment. " I should call you clumsy bumsy now", he remarked as he pushed his wet blonde hair away from his eyes causing his triceps to bulge. I didnt notice I was staring too long as he gave me his cocky smile and added amusely, " see something you like clumsy bumsy?"

I nervously averted my eyes from his tall figure and comfortably shifted my weight on the floor." Dickhead", I muttered awkwardly at my attempt of a come back. He then called me with my newly invented nickname and offered his hand to help me up. Once i again i felt a tickle down my spine when our hands brushed together.

"why you even here",he questioned."did you want a sneak peek or something?" Why does this annoying guy have a way or making me tongue tied and hot. I replied after gathering enough bravery and tolerance for this guy.

"Please let me go", i finally asked.

"Ok"