Pale blue eyes (Heath Ledger Joker x OC)

Chapter 5

It's hard to say whatever it's been a week or less ever since I've been stuck in this hellhole which despite having access to clock and tv already somewhat made me lose the sense of time.

Pacing between one wall and another the sound of the ambulance was ringing in my ears, boredom made me hear the things that didn't exist and it began driving me insane. The uncertainty and inability to tell at the moment if everything was alright was the worst... I mean I've tried searching through the channels for sake of some informational program, but to my displeasure that son of a bitch blocked all that sort of stuff.

He even more than drinking with me when he came back in the evenings, and let me quickly point out that I am a great drinking partner, adored feeding of my misery. Seeing me starring blankly at the ceiling or even on the edge of tears amused him, he then hugged me because It was the only time I've let him freely get closer.

I've hated it, but mostly it tormented me how everything about him seemed similar. The smell of gasoline and gunpowder, the sound of his laughter and the way he smiled at my gloomy figure gently patting my back like Jack did that night to get my attention...

I've despised him, his presence disgusted me, but I also saw that before his criminal image there was someone lonely searching for a friend. I knew that because every night he didn't let me sleep on the sofa, but made me stay with him in a bed... Sometimes handcuffed to a bedpost.

He liked pulling me close in his sleep staining my clothes with the greasepaint he never took off and sometimes before he even shared his thoughts with me... All thought all of this doesn't mean that our forced ,,relationship" was all sunshine and rainbows.

When he was in his bad moods, which was quite often, he enjoyed beating me beastly just for sake of it. Pleas and cries never stopped him from it, they had quite a different effect motivating him to do it even stronger and bringing him in a fit of maniacal laughter.

Now it was late in the afternoon, the red sun peaked thought the windows on my bruised face while I laid on the couch. I spend the day cleaning his house and emptying his alcohol supplies, which somewhat made me soothe my mind.

I didn't know why, but all of sudden my stare went to the front door which remained closed... Suddenly it struck me like a thunder. Part of my mind denied that possibility earlier in fear of his rage, but what did I had to lose?

The sound of the clock ticking matching my heartbeat filled my ears as with absolutely no idea what I was doing in the first place using the hair clip to open the entrance door I heard a satisfying click showing my yet undiscovered spy skills.

I smiled in triumph, but It got wiped out a few seconds later as I realized it wasn't me who unlocked the door, but someone from the other side. I gulped and jumped away from the door as it flew open hitting the nearby wall.

,,Doesn't it get boring?" A strange man dressed in all black came in and asked irritated ,,J instead of putting me in some interesting mission made me watch over your ass in case of escape and let me tell you... The sound of you picking on that lock gives me a headache"

In that brief moment, I realized I fucked up so hard that I didn't know what to do, so I just stared at him in silence. I would have said something, but the words got all caught up in my throat. Upon my miserable gaze, his posture softened and at least it seemed that he no longer wanted to rib my heart out.

,,Look" he sighed defeated ,,I know how it is, but If I let you go that son of a bitch wouldn't hesitate to kill me or any of my friends"

,,I don't blame you" I muttered ,,he even tried to kill me for no apparent reason at all and look at me now, locked here for no fucking reason as well" Raising my arms in exasperation, I felt him looking at me with pity.