A dog chasing cars

Chapter 6

Joker pulled the knife from my face and stood up abruptly, a light going off in that crazy brain of his. His paint stained hand grabbed my frail one and pulled my sore body into a standing position. My neck jolted forward and I let out a groan. Joker led me to his bathroom which was undeniably filthy. The counters and mirror were smeared with his makeup and the floor had blood caked in between the tiles do to him hastily cleaning it. His fingers dug through the drawer and pulled out a pan of white clown makeup. He rubbed his fingers over the greasy white paste and then smoothed it over my face and neck. "Joker what are you doing?" I asked annoyingly. He always gets random ideas in his head. Sometimes he would wake me up in the middle of the night to go blow something up or just talk about the crazy things that go on in that head of his. A lot of the time I would have no real idea what he was saying but sometimes he would say something so profound that it left me speechless. Joker really isn't the villain.
" makin you look like me duh" he said in an equally as annoyed tone.
"Why...?" I was confused as to why he'd want to paint my face. He usually did that when his victims were already... well, passed away.
"Jesus Monica I'm just tryna make it up to you alright?" He hastily rubs black paint over my eyes, making me scrunch my nose in discomfort.
"How is this making it up to me?" I whine and look in the mirror briefly. Not surprisingly, my face was unrecognizable. I looked crazy, insane, bizarre. For the first time in a while, I kinda felt good though. Like I wasn't covered in scars and bruises.
"I got a little uh... carried away a couple weeks back. I tend to yknow get a little possessive. I can't help it doll." He shrugs and takes a deep breath. "You really surprised me back then. I thought I'd have a little uh, fuck toy for a few months and then off ya." He ponders for a moment, and then smears the red paint across my lips, giving me a wide, comical grin. "You, you're somethin special. That's why I haven't-uh had my way with you yet." He chuckles under his breath. I wish I hated the idea of the joker and I, yknow.... doing it, but unfortunately I've thought about it more than a few times.
The way his forearms flexed when his shirt sleeves were rolled up, how his hands seemed to have a mind of their own, always tap-tap tapping on stuff and fidgeting with his tie. Part of him almost seemed like an excited puppy, if the puppy had an unquenchable bloodlust. The way he carried himself was so... powerful. Whenever we were walking somewhere together I couldn't help but watch the way he moved, the way he glided yet skipped through life. Graceful almost.
" is that why you wanted me to call you daddy?" I said just above a whisper. I thought for a second. "How come you haven't yknow... touched me?" He let out a loud cackle and raised an eyebrow at me.
"Darlin I think you can answer that question with that big ol brain of yours." He looked up at me before putting the makeup back in the drawer and leaning on the counter. "And about me not uh touchin you? I just wanna wait until you can't help but throw yourself at me." He smirks and walks past my now painted face, leaving me completely dumbfounded. The joker waiting for something he wants? Maybe I am special.

Shut up you're just a pathetic whore that's letting a clown take advantage of you.

Looks like the voices are back. Great. I sigh heavily and look in the mirror once more. My eyes makeup is already creased and smeared everywhere. It felt odd, looking like a different person. I can have a different personality now, I can be a different person.
Joker walked back into the bathroom holding a tattered old t shirt and some black leather jeans. "Get changed babydoll" he says and winks at me. He waves before closing the door, leaving me standing there, a smirk plastered on my face.

Looks like we're going on a little adventure.