It Was Only a Text

Hero?

~And all our pieces fall

Right into place

Get caught up in the moment

Lipstick on your face

So it goes

I'm yours to keep

And I'm yours to lose

I'm not a bad girl, but I

Do bad things with you..~

~Taylor Swift~

It was later that week, we were leaving the apartment of Ms. Stefani Washington. She was an older woman, in her 50's, who Joker had to convince to stop interfering with an associate of his. We had spent the last 45 minutes with her. At first he was just trying to persuade her, I was surprised how nice he was being. When she practically spit in his face, that all changed. She didn't like the next try he made. I was standing there, holding the gun on her as Joker had removed three of her fingernails before she finally agreed. I was just proud I hadn't vomited or passed out.

We left her there, bleeding from the fingertips, but mostly unharmed. Joker having knocked her out before we left to buy us some time before she could do anything about it. We took the fire escape down to the sidewalk.

"You did good Princess." He said as he helped me down and off of the last platform.

"I don't think torture is my thing." I told him honestly.

He laughed and we headed towards my car. We stepped onto the street and was stopped by a man. He took one look at Joker and instantly tried to tackle him shoving me out of the way, and they hit the ground. Joker was laughing as he traded blows with this man.

I wasn't sure what to do, I felt sick. The torture and now this, I took a deep breath then, feeling the calm wash over me. I reached for my gun and pulled it free. I held it securely in my hand, the weight felt good. I pointed it up to the sky and shot once, instantly leveling it on the two men. They froze, the cop getting to his feet with one hand up and the other resting above his gun. His face held a panicked look that he tried to hide behind a calm mask.

Joker's face was blank, one eyebrow raised.

"Hands up or I will shoot you." I said. I was holding the gun on the man who I could see now was obviously a cop. I was just happy my voice sounded much more sure than I actually felt.

"Calm down, miss, my name is offi-"

"I don't care what your name is. You better fucking freeze, now."

Joker was still just standing there. Shoulders slightly hunched forward, head tilted to the side, watching me.

"I'm not going to move. I was just going to arrest him, not hurt him." he said.

"Liar." Joker said.

My eyes looked at Joker, he was looking at the cop now. I turned then looking at the cop, too.

"No I was trying to arrest him."

My arms felt shaky from holding the weight of the gun. I looked at the cop and realized why I was feeling so weird, he looked like my step father. My mind had started to wander back to old memories.

Suddenly I was back to when I was a younger, barely a teen. I had this friend, Cherise and she was in my grade in school, but had been held back, twice. It was fun and exciting being her friend. She was almost two full years older than me, and she hung out with the older boys.