"He killed your brothers!?" he shouts. I nod my head. "I'm gonna kill him! I'm gonna-" he says, before I cut him off. "Don't worry about it. He's already dead. I killed him the night he killed them. Then I ran." I say, looking at my feet. "Plus, why do you care so much. You're the Joker. I didn't think you'd care so much about what happened to someone in their childhood. I mean..." I say, kind of confused. "Well...uh..You see... You're my uh friend." he says, looking down. "You sure that's the only reason?" I ask, somewhat serious, somewhat playful. He glares at me. "Yes I'm sure." he snaps, getting up to leave. "Okay, okay geez, I was just kidding." I say. He walks out of the room, leaving me alone.
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*Joker's POV*
I walk out of the room, leaving her alone for a moment. I don't like her, I don't like her. I repeat in my head. Yes you do! You looove her! No I don't. Yes you do! "Ughh!" I shout. She's messing with me. She's getting to me and I shouldn't let her. Why does she get to me like this!? Why!? I know why. Because you love her! Nope! Not possible! I don't love her! "Joker...?" I hear her say softly behind me. "Yeah?" I reply, not turning around. "I...I know what you're feeling right now. I know what you're thinking.." she whispers, walking closer. I turn around and lock eyes with her. "What do you mean, doll?" I ask. She looks down at her feet. "I can feel others emotions. And hear their thoughts, if I want to..." she mumbles, closing her eyes. "And I uh, I can make you hear what I'm thinking if I need to." she whispers, finally looking up at me. "Okay...so that means you heard the argument I was having with myself..?" I ask, she nods her head and I feel my cheeks turn a light shade of red. "Oh.." I say. I look into her eyes and see them changing color. "Umm...are you trying to change your eye color?" I ask, cocking my head to the side a little. She looks at me, a confused expression on her face. "Uh, no...why?" she asks, sounding worried. "Because, doll, they're turning blue." I say, chuckling. "Hmm... That's odd..." she mutters. I chuckle, and grab her hand, pulling her back into the living room. "Lots of things about you are odd, doll." I say, smiling at her.
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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...
