A lonely young women's life changes the very
night of Murray Franklin's murder, on live television and it is a change that her heart will never forget. When she spots a man passed out and bloody, in an alley, that same night and even when she sees...
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Arthur found himself feeling a bit sad seeing his lover's makeup and picturing it painted upon her perfect face. He wanted his hand to touch her velvet cheek again and he would see to it that it happened soon.
She had found him and now he was going to come and find her...
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Iris...
Iris was almost finished with her 3rd drink and about to light another cigarette when she glanced up at the television and saw that Arthur's infamous face was plastered all over the news and she got up to go to the bathroom. Even as she walked to the restroom, she saw someone reading the paper, which had her lover's face on the front page. She practically ran to the bathroom now, as if she were also running from the truth, hoping that it would not find her.
Iris missed him and she just wished nothing more than to be with him and hold him and tell him all was forgiven, but she felt trapped in fear's deadly vice. She went into the bathroom and felt tears burn her eyes and she wished she could will them away. Even seeing his face on the television and the newspaper where he looked wild and deadly, made her miss him, too. She knew now, more than ever, that Joker was a very real part of Arthur, but that couldn't ever erase the radiant beauty that shined in his eyes for her.
Iris sniffed and continued to fight back her tears, but they soon slid down her cheeks. She stared at herself in the mirror and saw how broken and lost she looked. She wiped her tears with some tissue and decided she was going to do her Halloween makeup now. As she searched through her things she soon realized that she had left her Halloween makeup in her apartment and had brought the wrong bag.
"Fuck"
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She could feel goosebumps spread all over her body, when she closed her eyes, for a moment and could almost feel Arthur's beautiful hands on her hips and his hot breath against her neck. She melted into another dimension where the only thing that mattered was the steady beat of Arthur's heart and the way is hummed for her.
Her mind traveled to the memory of when Arthur was struggling, badly and fell into her tub, in her bathroom and way she held him and the way the beat of his heart raced, as she touched him.
She remembered how, as she held him and truly showed him the love that he had never received, his anxious heart slowly became that unfamiliar, steady beat again. Iris had never received that love either, especially in the young years when it is vital.
