It's been two weeks since the hospital let me out. That means it's been almost two months since the explosion in the bank I had been in. I'm not surprised that I'm not in the news. If the Joker heard, I would be on his hit list. Or dead. But I could see myself in the paper or on TV...
- Imagination -
*Reporter* "21-year-old (Y/N) (L/N) has just survived an attack on yet another bank by The Joker! She's currently being rushed to the ER in hopes to save her life. Will she survive? And if she does, is she safe?"
I chuckle to myself and decide to go out tonight. I can't live my life afraid that The Joker will hunt me down and kill me or something like that. I have to live my life to the fullest.
"Who knows... Maybe I'll meet a nice guy there." I go to my closet and go through my clothes and decide on my favorite pair of blue jeans, a teal flannel with a dark maroon tank top underneath, and to top it off my tan boot wedges. Next is hair and make-up. I pull my hair up into a high ponytail and curl the end of my dark brown hair. For makeup, I go with the basics and use white eyeshadow and a tiny touch of pink mixed with my bronze lipstick. Grabbing my jean purse, I put everything I need inside and leave the house, locking the door. I walk down the stairs out of the apartment complex that I live in and walk towards what everyone calls club square.
There was one club among the rest that was more vibrant than the rest. It was called 'Laughs and Grins'.
'That sounds familiar...' I shrug at the thought and head towards the club anyway. I ended up flirting my way into the club since I didn't have a pass but, I eventually got in.
'Man! This place is packed!' It was hard to get to a both so that I could sit down and get a drink, maybe even something light to snack on. That too, I eventually got. After I ordered a virgin strawberry kiwi martini and a plate of popcorn chicken, I looked around at what was going on. All the guys at the bar were drunk or being dragged out the back door by the bouncer, and the guys on the dance floor were swarmed by girls. I slowly munched on my popcorn chicken and continued to watch the room for potential boyfriend material.
'Hmmm... I don't think I'll find any here. This was a waste of time. But it would be a waste if I just used all that feminine power to get in just to be here for... What? Ten minutes?' I shook my head and finished my food then, took my drink and moved to the bar. I finish the drink. Then, I need a gangsta started to play.
"Oh yeah!" I yelled, moving to the dance floor. As I was about to step onto the dance floor I saw Him. The Joker. He was sitting watching the people dance and have a good time from behind a beaded curtain.
'I need to get out of here! What if he sees me?!' Soon as I see him I try to get to the door as fast but calmly as possible. I'm almost out the door when I look over my shoulder and then he turns his head and makes eye contact with me. I brake our moment of connection and leave, going straight home. Luckily, I can sprint in these shoes.
'Did he recognize me?'