33 | blame

(n) responsibility for a fault or wrong

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                    "Stay here." I tell the policeman and he nodded, hesitation flashing through his eyes but he followed my command anyway.

Last night, the cop had decided that it was too late to go to the Joker's place and so he dropped me at my house and decided that we should go the next day. So, it is the next day now and the police cars are parked a few blocks behind the club. So, that the Joker wouldn't suspect anything. I flipped my hair back in a swift move as I walked along the pavement. Chewing the bubble gum in my mouth, popping a bubble. My heels making the click-clack sound on it. I was wearing another dress now.

I looked behind and couldn't see the police anymore, they were well-hidden behind the blocks. I saw the club in the distance and immediately fear crawled underneath my skin, making me shiver as I bit my lip at what was going to happen. What if he isn't in there? What if the plan fails?

No. Be confident.

You are betraying him, Harley.

He never trusted me in the first place.

Don't you feel guilty?

I frustratedly sighed and walked faster to the club, ignoring the question that popped in my mind. I was determined and I am not going to change my decision anytime soon.

It was dark and the sky looked cloudy, like it was going to rain soon. I shivered at the cold temperature and hugged myself, reaching the club. One look at the bouncer and he let me in. I'm becoming a regular customer here.

I walked through the corridor, the sound of the club music bouncing off my skin, making my feet vibrate, I reached the dance floor and walked through the drunk, dancing people and stood in the spot I stood last night. I didn't dance. I turned right to see the sofa he was sat on last night.

My breath came to a halt.

His cerulean eyes were already staring at me.

He is here.

I was expecting him not to be here. So, imagine my surprise when I saw him seated there, in a black unbuttoned shirt, with gold chains dangling from his neck. He looked hot as ever. The black of the shirt contrasting with his white bleached skin. I didn't know for how long we were staring but it felt like forever. The music was faded in the background and the whole world seemed to vanish and go in slow motion, as I walked towards him.

My feet taking me there, I reached the sofa and stood infront of him, placing my hands on my hips, giving him a cold hard glare. He grinned, and leaned back on the sofa.

"You have brought the police with you."

My eyes widened. How did he find out? He found out. I'm going to die. He is going to kill me right now. All the planning I had done with the police vanished into thin air, all the line I had practiced to say, all my confidence went away. The plan has failed. What do I do? I was so sure that it would work. Now, I don't even have a back-up plan.

He flipped his head back and laughed at my shocked state. The sound of his evil laughter sending chills down my spine. Disbelief ran through me. Of course he has his men to watch out for him! And, they must have seen it.

He is The Joker.

He wouldn't be so stupid. Part of me admired how clever and cunning he was. The other part of was frightened and shakened about it.

"Then why haven't you run away?" I asked, trying to gain my confidence back.

He gave me a look, tilting his head, studying me, any form of laughter vanished from his eyes. He slowly stood up, and immediately my breath caught in my throat, his face was so close to mine, I could hear his breathing. His blue eyes pierced through my soul, and butterflies gave me goosebumps all over my skin, and I cursed myself for reacting this way.

"Why did you bring them here?" He asked, lifting his head, looking me down as he stared.

"To arrest you."

He grinned.

"Why?"

"For killing someone and sending me the dead heart." I said, not moving my eyes away from his, no matter how intimidated they looked.

Suddenly, I didn't know from where his hands came from but his hand circled my waist and pulled me towards him, in a fraction of a second.

I blinked.

I blinked again.

Hot blush seared on my cheeks and I could feel my hip burning under his rough hold. The heat from his body reaching mine through the thin clothes that we both wore, driving me insane. I felt like my whole body was on fire.

It was wild.

"I did that for you." His voice was unbelievably low and erotic, barely above a whisper. My skin tingled as he purred, my whole body feeling the vibration. His lips were too close to mine and I could feel the heat from it. His free hand lifted up and stroked my cheek, pushing back my hair.

Just like that, all the anger I had for him vanished. All the frustration, all the rage disappeared into this air. My eyes held pure and utter love and so did my body. My face leaned into his hand, wanting to feel his touch more.

"You want me?" He asked, his voice throaty and low. The warm breath from his lips, falling on my lips, teasing me.

Just kiss me already.

I nod, unable to form sentences, my brain was not thinking clearly under his enchanting touch.

"Take the blame." He whispered, and let me go and I almost whimpered at the loss. He moved back.

"What?"

My face scrunched up in confusion. Take what blame? He grinned, a sadistic grin that I loved and started moving around me.

"I want you ... to take the blame for what I did. Say that you did the murder." He said, walking around me and stopped infront of me, giving me a huge wide grin, but his eyes were studying me.

Seeing if I would reject what he is asking me to do. Searching for any sign in my body that shows hesitation.

I realised in that moment, why he was making me do this. He was not making me do this just so he can have a laugh. I am not his entertainment. He was testing me. He was pushing me to my limits. He is trying to see if I was willing to tolerate anything he makes me do just so I could be with him. Will I go to the extreme just to be with him? Will I do anything to be with him?

He was testing me.

I smiled back, a wide grin, feeling hope rise inside of me at the thought of having a future together with Mr. J.

Knowing that what I am about to do might put me in prison and ruin my reputation forever, I still nod and say,

"Anything for you, Mr. J."

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