Pale blue eyes (Heath Ledger Joker x OC)

Chapter 3

A few hours ago the thought that I would be sitting in the police station waiting to get interviewed around midnight didn't even cross my thoughts, but now everything felt like a dream as Sam held me tightly, his thick wool sweater draped across my shoulders as I was uncontrollably shaking staring down at my white trainers.

The other people waiting for their turn tried to hide it, but they curiously stared at my disheveled figure. With smeared makeup and hair going in every direction of the globe I didn't even felt surprised, just a little uncomfortable at their stares. Well judging by their looks they weren't attacked by a maniac, that's for sure.

Even when Sam went into my apartment I saw fear in his eyes, when he noticed me. My arms and legs were full of bruises and cuts, I wasn't even aware of when or how I got them, but there were far too many of them.

Every minute in a place like this felt like an hour, my thoughts were a mess jumping from one event to another trying to figure out how my would-be a murderer seemed kinda familiar. Then for some reason, I thought of Jack, from how I knew him so far I wouldn't connect him with any murder. There was something about him that somehow pushed all the negative thoughts out of the way, something childish that made all our two meetings fun and carefree.

,,What do you think of Jack?" I asked Sam all of sudden, my voice weak as if I smoked a hundred cigarettes.

,,Why do you ask?"Sam hugged me a little bit tighter in a jealously that overwhelmed him in a reason that was unknown to him, his stare blankly present on propaganda posters above.

,,Just asking, he came to my mind" I said noticing a slight change in his behavior.

,,I had my doubts about him, but overall he seemed like a great kind of guy to hang out with" He ran his hand through his hair yawning lazily, I didn't blame him. After all, working as a police officer he didn't have that much time for sleep and I took that away from him ,,Y know that kind guy to get drunk and do some stupid shit with"

,,What doubts?" I felt as if my heart would explode from my chest as word ,,doubts" echoed in my mind ignoring the rest of his sentence.

,,There was something that made him seem kinda familiar to that one guy hmmm..." He stopped for a moment trying to remember something, but he failed miserably" I can't remember his stupid little name, but he escaped Arkham a few weeks ago and robbed a bank. He had a very specific makeup that made him look like a clown, If u saw him you wouldn't miss him" I froze as my mind once again recreated that terrifying moment in my mind.

,,Sam you're literally describing a fucker who attacked me" He froze and looked away from me. The air around us got thick, barely breathable. Then all of sudden we heard the sound of footsteps bouncing of the walls coming towards us.

I looked up, there in front of us stood a middle-aged man. He had short messy hair with strands of grey confirming his age accompanied by a mustache of the same color, thick, rimmed glasses sat on his nose and with his clever green eyes, he carefully analyzed my appearance. Something about him made my worry disappear, his presence was very sympathetic. He stretched a hand in my direction.

,,Miss Lavoie?" He asked, smiling reassuringly, I shook his hand.

,,yes?" I asked Sam's looked at me puzzled then noticed man in front of me.

,,I came to interview you" then his stare went to the other browned hair man ,,It's good seeing you here Sam, I thought you were using the free time to finally get some sleep"

,,Oh hey Gordon" he said also shaking a hand of man so-called Gordon standing next to us. ,,I would, but I had to help this poor lady, I thought you had some free time as well."