I'm Joker's wife, or let me just say, his ex wife.
I had to escape.
No, I wasn't running from my problems. I was just buying myself some time to come back; stronger and better.
Rosie Diggs would take back all that was taken from her.
This book i...
Author's Note: For everybody who is reading my book for the first time, I would recommend all of you to first go and read the part one of my book which is called (My) Monster - A Jeremiah Valeska Book.
So, I am not doing a special chapter introducing the characters and the cast of my book. I am going to do that in the beginning of the chapter if we have a new character appearing.
Like, for example, in the following chapter, we have two major characters coming up.
Bruce Wayne / Batman : He is 31 years old in my sequel book. He is played by Robert Pattinson.
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Jason Todd / Jason Valeska : He is 16 years old and is portrayed by Cameron Monaghan.
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*Rosie's POV*
My silver hair glistened under the moonlight; just like a fresh winter morning when sparkling snow had just fallen to the ground. I lifted up my arm and glanced at my wrist watch, it was fifteen minutes to twelve. I will be 36 years old in another fifteen minutes. It was as if years had passed by in the blink of my eye. Ten years had passed since that fateful night at the Catacombs, one that is etched into my mind like a permanent memory.
I placed my booted foot onto the ledge and climbed on top of it gracefully, my hair flying all over due to the strong current of the wind. I was standing on the roof of one of the tallest buildings of Gotham City. I wasn't empty handed; I was fully equipped and fully prepared, I never really went out without my gear anyway; I had to have my gun, my knife and a razor that stayed in my combat boot, I had a rope wrapped around my waist and a grappling hook that I used to climb walls. I dumped the grappling hook and the rope on the ground and looked to my left, smiling at the eyes that were looking right at me; the eyes of a gargoyle. With a swift motion, just like that of a wolf, I landed on my heels and glided towards the statue of the gargoyle, sliding both my arms around it and sliding myself on to its back. The statue was on the wall, in the air, which meant that there was no floor below it. If I slipped, I'd fall off the building and be crushed to death, but I was perched on top of the Gargoyle so casually, it was as if I secretly had wings and would fly off the instant I slipped.
