▪Jokers view▪
I breathed heavily as I ran my hand threw my hair.
I suddenly punched the wall in anger, leaving a crack.
I growled and went down stairs (Joker is back at his place).
I opened the metal door and in the middle of the room was an operation table, ontop was a girl, someone I picked up from the streets.
The door closed behind me and I walked towards her.
Her muffled cries, calming me like it was a song from a bird.
I smiled and closed my eyes.
Breathing in the blood and dampness of the room.
I opened my eyes and looked at the girl.
"I'm feelin' a bit stressed today, ya gonna help me?" I asked her, putting a pouting face on.
She stared at me confused.
"YA GONNA HELP ME?!?" I snapped and she nodded quickly from fear.
"That's a good girl" I said and tapped the side of her face with my hand.
I leant over her and stared in her blue eyes.
I was going to say some famous quote of mine, but I couldn't, my mind went blank, a sudden flash of (Y/N) crossed my mind and I punched the girl in the stomach in reflex.
She cried and coughed, tears raining down her face.
"Oh, sorry hehe" I said.
I couldn't be bothered with this girl right now so I just left.
I went back to my room and dived onto my bed.
"f**k!" I screamed into the soft bed sheets.
I totally forgot about-
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