RELAPSE - Arthur Fleck | Joker FANFIC/LOVE STORY

Chapter 35: Call Me Joker

Before the Waynes made it out at the other end of the alleyway, I called out, "Thomas!"  My voice clearly shot through the alley, as if the noise of the riot was unable to penetrate the air here.

All three of them turned to see who it was that ruined their chance of getting away unnoticed. I already pulled the hood from my head, leaving my face completely exposed to them. They automatically frowned at the sight of me as Martha placed herself between me and the child, who was looking up at his father.

"What are yo-- We don't have time for this...," Thomas started to usher his family away.

"You should feel guilty for this. All of this, it happened because of you."

He turned his head, only enough to yell out some words as they continued to walk away, "These clowns have no one to blame, but themselves.  I wanted to help these people!"

I let out a fake laugh, "Help?  You help people?  So, should I thank you for raping me, then?"

He stopped, dead in his tracks, and turned on his heels. He lifted his finger at me as he took several big steps forward, "Shut up!  It is bad enough that you are trying to slander me to the GCPD. Don't say this trash in front of my son."

"He should hear about the things you do, about the man that you really are.  Maybe that will keep him from turning into someone like you! Someone that just takes, takes whatever he wants whenever he wants!"  I cupped my hands around my mouth and locked eyes with the young child, "Kid, your father raped me. He is a bad man. Don't grow up to be like him! If you do, this riot...it will never end. We are always going to resist you and your fucking family!"

The child looked at me, wide-eyed, and my stomach twinged with a small feeling of guilt.  He was an innocent child, why was I doing this in front of him? Sure, if I could do something to prevent him from being like Thomas, I should do it. However, it wasn't like my small speech would actually change the course of this kid's life.  After tonight, he would forget all about me and my words.

Thomas continued coming towards me and Martha made slow steps behind him, begging him to ignore me and continue their journey home.  She was right. He should just focus on getting home, instead of getting emotionally pulled in by a young woman in an alleyway. The longer they were out in the open, the more danger they were in.

Thomas stopped in front of me and grabbed my throat in his hand and pulled me close, so that our noses were only inches apart, "Don't you dare try to talk to my son and spew your lies!"  Then, his boisterous voice suddenly dropped to a whisper, "I told you no one would believe junkie trash like you. That's all you are. Trash. That's why I used you and then threw you out without a care in the world."

My blood began to boil. It was so aggravating that he was completely unafraid of getting caught. He could rape me and then just go back to his life, as if nothing happened. While Arthur was currently being escorted to GCPD because he killed three guys that were beating that crap out of him. He was defending himself, but it was highly unlikely that it would make a difference. He would be sent to Blackgate.  Thomas should be in Arthur's place, but that would never happen.

Martha came up behind Thomas and placed her hand on his should, "Thomas, ignore her. She is not worth our time.  We need to get home."

I snapped my head towards Martha the best I could with Thomas' hand still clasped on my throat, "Fuck you, Martha!"

Within a second, I felt a sharp pain on my cheek and Thomas tightened the grip of his hand, "That's it. I'm dragging you to the GCPD right now. I'm going to tell them whatever I need to to get you locked up for a long time, so you can't bother us anymore. You have been a blight on my life eve--"