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...
I looked at myself one last time before fixing a red anchor shaped hair clip into my fishtail braid. I was dressed in a red velvet evening gown, my neck adorned with a ruby pendant; I would have gone for an onyx but the ruby enhanced the beauty of the simple but beautiful dress.
"Are you ready, Rosie?" A feminine voice called out, making me curl the corner of my lips into a soft smile.
"Yep. Coming in five!" I called back, popping the P before sliding my foot upwards and resting it against the dressing table. My fingers latched themselves to the fabric of my dress and lifted it up, revealing my black pantyhose, with a knife holder attached to it on one thigh and a gun holster attached to the other thigh. Like I said, I was never unprepared. This was Gotham City, a city full of vigilantes, when you would come across whom, you couldn't say. After making sure that I had my weapons on me, I lowered my dress over my foot again and stood erect, twirling in front of the mirror once, checking out my butt before making my way into the living room of the apartment I lived in. Technically, it was my friend's old apartment, a property she owned but never used. Since it was registered in her name, it was easier for me to make this apartment my hideout.
I stepped out of the living room, my gaze falling on Barbara curled up in her robe on my couch, a magazine on her lap and a toast in her hand.
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"Where's little Babs?" I smiled, making my way up to her as she stood up from where she was sitting and coiled my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Well, technically I was bisexual, not straight. And I was very much single. So was Barbara. So we had this little thing going on, the thing you would call 'being more than friends but less than a couple; we weren't in love, we were just attracted to each other's bodies. She smiled and parted her plump lips, her tongue sliding out from the opening of her mouth and sliding over her bottom lip. I could feel her hands creep up and latch themselves on the low of my back, pulling me closer to her. Our breathing was hot, our faces flushed; her palm left my waist and her cold fingers grazed against my cheek, removing strands that had escaped my fishtail braid, tucking them behind my ear. It was funny how Barbara and Jerome were the only ones who knew of my secret identity. Nobody else knew, not even Barbara's daughter, my god child.
"She is downstairs, playing with a kitten she found. By the way, you look beautiful." She whispered, finally drawing her lips against mine and kissing me. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways words would never be. Her hand rested on my neck, holding me tight and my fingers ran along her spine pulling her closer until there was no space left between us and I could feel the beating of her heart against my chest.
Barbara was kind of my best friend, she was a complete package. She would listen to my rants about which vigilante I ran into; she would listen to me cry to myself at nights sometimes when bittersweet memories of the Joker tormented me ; she would talk to me about anything and everything, like the guy she met or if a guy she met ditched her, and other things ; and, she was extremely good in bed. Definitely. I didn't love her romantically, nah, it wasn't love, it was a friendship, but I definitely loved her like a best friend.
