After I explain everything to Lacey, she looks at me like I was insane. "A-are you sure it was the Joker? It could have been someone dressed like him.." she says. "I'm positive it was the Joker. I would know that voice anywhere, and the scars.... It was definitely him." I say. "But...why would he help you..?" she asks. I think about that for a second before answering. "That, I don't know. But he said he would see me later.." I say. Why would he say that? What does he mean? I think to myself. "What do you think he meant by that?" she asks, sounding worried. "I don't know.." I whisper. My stomach does back flips whenever I think of him. The way his hand felt when he pulled me to my feet. Oooh, you like him! No, I don't! Yes you do! Shut up brain! I don't like the Joker! "I should go," I say, "I have to work tomorrow." Lacey stands when I do and hugs me, saying "Okay...just be careful. Its late, are you sure you want to...?" I smile and nod my head. "Im positive. I'll be fine, don't worry about me." I say as I walk out the door. I look around for any signs of danger and find none, so I walk back home.
When I get there, I find My window open, and a single rose on my bed. I already know who it's from, but no idea why he left it. I quickly change clothes and climb into bed, letting sleep claim me. That night, I dream of the Joker.
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Insanity
FanfictionEmily Dawson has been through hell and Was never truly loved by anyone but her brothers. But her father killed them just like he killed their mother. As an adult, she is saved by none other than the Joker. What happens when she meets three of Gotham...
