Mad Love
Not A Good Cook
He lead me back to the house.
"I will take care of you. I'm a man of my word." he said, as he lead me into the bedroom.
I believed him, being as he has yet to kill me.
"Why?" I asked, wanting to know why he wanted me around.
He just looked at me. I then had the strange urge to kiss him again. But instead I just turned away.
"I'm tired." I said, as I got back into the bed.
I knew I wasn't going to get an answer. So there was no need to hold my breath.
I closed my eyes, just wanting to sleep to get away. I awoke a while later to hear The Joker cursing loudly. I jumped up, scared about what was going on. I slowly got up out of the bed, and peaked out the door.
"Fuck!" I heard, followed by a loud crash.
I then began to smell something burning as I slowly made my way towards the noise. I was shocked. The Joker was standing over the stove, trying to cook. The kitchen was a mess. And he wasn't doing too good of a job at cooking, being that whatever was in the pan was black. I started to laugh hysterically. He then turned around.
"This is the first time I have ever heard you laugh." He said, smiling.
"Sorry." I said, more in habit than apology form..
"Let me take over." I said, taking the pan from his hand.
He just watched as I started to cook.
I couldn't help but to wonder why he was even trying to cook in the first place. I was making The Joker a plate, when a phone rang. I looked around, wondering where it was coming from. I turned to see him pull a red painted cell phone from his pocket.
"Okay, we'll be there." He said after a moment and then hung up.
What did he mean by 'we'll be there'?
"I will take care of you. I'm a man of my word." he said, as he lead me into the bedroom.
I believed him, being as he has yet to kill me.
"Why?" I asked, wanting to know why he wanted me around.
He just looked at me. I then had the strange urge to kiss him again. But instead I just turned away.
"I'm tired." I said, as I got back into the bed.
I knew I wasn't going to get an answer. So there was no need to hold my breath.
I closed my eyes, just wanting to sleep to get away. I awoke a while later to hear The Joker cursing loudly. I jumped up, scared about what was going on. I slowly got up out of the bed, and peaked out the door.
"Fuck!" I heard, followed by a loud crash.
I then began to smell something burning as I slowly made my way towards the noise. I was shocked. The Joker was standing over the stove, trying to cook. The kitchen was a mess. And he wasn't doing too good of a job at cooking, being that whatever was in the pan was black. I started to laugh hysterically. He then turned around.
"This is the first time I have ever heard you laugh." He said, smiling.
"Sorry." I said, more in habit than apology form..
"Let me take over." I said, taking the pan from his hand.
He just watched as I started to cook.
I couldn't help but to wonder why he was even trying to cook in the first place. I was making The Joker a plate, when a phone rang. I looked around, wondering where it was coming from. I turned to see him pull a red painted cell phone from his pocket.
"Okay, we'll be there." He said after a moment and then hung up.
What did he mean by 'we'll be there'?
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I ate the Joker today. I was a bit ashamed about it, but I couldn't help myself. Surprisingly he tasted good. Fruity, but good....I had to buy a box of the Batman fruit roll-ups. The Joker was on them!! And they are AWESOME!Thank you all for making this story reach 10 stars! You guys (Girls) kick ass. I wish I could hug you all! Much Joker love to you all!!!