Sequel: Smile for Me ›
Status: Finished :)
Give Me a Smile
Relationships
oker wasn’t on the news, which made him angry again. He threw the remote at the screen, making sparks crackle across the glass. He started tossing the knife again, apparently not noticing the small cuts that caused.
I waited as he muttered to himself, cursing the media and Batman. “Ruin my fun, eh? Can’t take a teeny little joke. Don’t know how to recognize talent, genius! Well, I’ll show them. I’LL SHOW THEM!” I cowered away from him.
He looked at me, eyes shining madly. “Quinn! I have an idea!” “Um....” He took my wrist and pulled me after him. “Come on!”
It was dark out. I wondered how much time had gone by since I’d last been outside. I could hardly see, but his walk was steady, so I followed him. We eventually left the Narrows to a place where the streets were wider, there were more people, and everything looked clean.
I wanted to look around and see as much as possible before Joker made me go back inside, but he started running somewhere people couldn’t see us. We ended up crouched near a dumpster. “Uh, what are we doing?” I asked.
He wasn’t acting like himself. It wasn’t like him to just leave and wander without preparation. Joker ignored me as he fished around in his pockets. “I just need....ha! Yes....and this’ll do...a bit of, haha, mhm....”he said to himself.
He finally produced a lighter and a small can of gasoline. I stood back as he splashed the gas over the wall, forming a dripping smiley face. Then he set it on fire. The heat washed over me in a wave, making my breath catch.
It was beautiful as it burned almost as brightly as his personality. Joker looked over at me and grinned while the flames cast shadows on his face, making him appear otherworldly. I smiled back. He grabbed my hand and we ran back to the Narrows.
I waited as he muttered to himself, cursing the media and Batman. “Ruin my fun, eh? Can’t take a teeny little joke. Don’t know how to recognize talent, genius! Well, I’ll show them. I’LL SHOW THEM!” I cowered away from him.
He looked at me, eyes shining madly. “Quinn! I have an idea!” “Um....” He took my wrist and pulled me after him. “Come on!”
It was dark out. I wondered how much time had gone by since I’d last been outside. I could hardly see, but his walk was steady, so I followed him. We eventually left the Narrows to a place where the streets were wider, there were more people, and everything looked clean.
I wanted to look around and see as much as possible before Joker made me go back inside, but he started running somewhere people couldn’t see us. We ended up crouched near a dumpster. “Uh, what are we doing?” I asked.
He wasn’t acting like himself. It wasn’t like him to just leave and wander without preparation. Joker ignored me as he fished around in his pockets. “I just need....ha! Yes....and this’ll do...a bit of, haha, mhm....”he said to himself.
He finally produced a lighter and a small can of gasoline. I stood back as he splashed the gas over the wall, forming a dripping smiley face. Then he set it on fire. The heat washed over me in a wave, making my breath catch.
It was beautiful as it burned almost as brightly as his personality. Joker looked over at me and grinned while the flames cast shadows on his face, making him appear otherworldly. I smiled back. He grabbed my hand and we ran back to the Narrows.
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Women who were abused as children are likely to engage in abusive relationships.