Solely Hers

The Library

So, I saw the Joker movie, which is so fucking amazing and phenomenal, and I got really heavy muse for this story idea. I am kind of posting this as a trial to see the type of feedback it gets. But if you like dark and twisted in the way they played with the themes in Joker, I promise you are going to love the future of this book. I 100% welcome all criticism and pointers, just please keep it out of the bullying range because cyber-bullying is illegal and also because no one deserves that kind of hatefulness. There's a difference between expressing how you don't like a piece of writing versus bullying the author over their abilities and ideas. But I really hope you guys enjoy this, because I really love this idea and I want you guys to love it too.

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She tapped her pen against the open notebook to the beat of the loud and upbeat song playing in her earbuds whilst she studied. Her other hand cradled her left cheek as she fought off exhaustion. Did the clock across the room really ready 2:37 AM? She'd really been there for a grand total of six and a half hours. That was now three cups of coffee and two granola bars to help keep her awake.

"Let's take all of the hard classes first semester of your freshman year, Emma, real nice thinking," the brunette muttered to herself, "it's not like you didn't anticipate finals are going to be hell."

While finals season wasn't upon the students of Gotham University just yet, that didn't mean professors weren't trying to cram in one last exam before a hell week worse than rushing for a fraternity or sorority reigned its terror over the scholars. Currently, Emma was studying vigorously for her psychology exam she had at a bright and early 8 AM. That was five hours and twenty-three minutes from now. Damn Dr. Jonathan Crane and his need to be such a hardass. As much as Emma tried to kiss up to him, he was still the biggest dickwad of her professors.

Emma abandoned tapping her pen and began to write her name in pretty cursive over and over again on a flashcard she was supposed to be comparing and contrasting cognitive and social developments on. Emma Rose Wayne littered the flashcard and she could slowly feel herself dozing off as the pen gliding over the piece of paper. As her cheek began to slip out of the grip of her hand, she bolted back up and groaned. Emma reached up to rub the sleep out of her eyes so she could get back to finishing up this flashcard set. While the end of it seemed to close, it also seemed so far away at the same time. She just needed something to keep her awake since apparently she'd built up caffeine tolerance and her 2000's Pop Hits playlist wasn't doing the job.

She'd probably have a better time staying awake if her roommate, Naomi, had joined her for the night of studying and homework doing. Alas, Naomi insisted tonight was to be spent with her boyfriend, who was a basketball player on the college team, considering his nights were consumed with practice. Emma got an earful of a dramatic explanation about how this was his one free night before she'd never see him again until after Basketball season had ended. Just some form of human contact was all she needed. Wait. She knew who'd be up right now.

Emma picked up her phone next to her she pulled the earbuds adapter out of the headphone jack and removed the buds from her ears. Her music paused itself while she typed in her phone passcode. Once in, she opened the calling app and typed in a number she'd had memorized since she was eight years old. The eighteen year old put the phone up to her ear and smiled, hoping the person on the other line would answer her. The line rang three or four time before the noise of the line picking up sounded.

"I thought I told you not to use this line unless there was an emergency," a dark and gruff voice spoke into the phone.

"How did you know I wasn't in any danger?" Emma smirked.