Chapter 3- You've Got Mail.

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The Joker was getting angsty. He was jittery and itching to put his makeup back on and do something. He was itching to be himself again. He has just been running around these past few days, meeting and greeting with some new people. He's acquiring new pawns for his game; players that mean nothing whatsoever in his book, but they didn't know that. They thought they were going to get rich. Or at least, that's what I thought he was doing.

I am surprised the Joker went this long without blowing something up. He was really holding out; his self-control really amazed me.

I was sitting on the bed and reading through a medical journal in an attempt to stay updated on the medical world. The Joker was sprawled out on the floor, working on some kind of bomb-grenade looking thing. I didn't know what it was; it could have been a child's toy for all I knew. He was gently humming and would randomly burst into laughter or random comments that I didn't understand.

Out of nowhere, he jumped up and started to pace around the room.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He turned to me, and his signature Cheshire grin spread across his face.

" It-'ssss donnnne." With that said, he showed me the contraption he had been working on.

I didn't know how to react. It was an odd looking mechanism and I honestly had no idea what it could be used for.

" It's uhhh… beautiful." I quietly spoke. BEAUTIFUL, SONA? What the hell are you thinking? You don't even know what it is? What else was I supposed to say? GOOD JOB?

The Joker's face also turned in confusion. It was an awkward silence for about a couple of seconds when he took off again and headed towards the closet. He shuffled through some clothes and pulled out a wig.

" Son-uhhh, ge-t dress-edd."

He threw the wig at me.

" Wait, why?"

He turned to me with a solid glare and I instantly regretted asking.

It was silent for a couple of minutes.

" I'-ve go-t a pack-ageee to de-liv-errr."

The Joker had made me dress up in a wig, and an outfit that was totally NOT me. He had a scarf wrapping around my head, and sunglasses that covered my entire face. I shouldn't have been surprised though; the Joker was a master of disguise.

We walked to the post office together, and he handed me the package, and told me to give it to the teller.

That was it? What the hell was the disguise for?

I didn't want to question it so I walked in and stood in line. The Joker was waiting outside.

For some reason I was nervous, what if I got caught? I don't know how that would've happened because I don't know what I was doing wrong. I mean, I was just dropping off a package.

Right?

The teller's name tore me from my trance and I headed over. I handed over the package, and then paid the necessary dues. He didn't suspect anything so I knew I was in the clear. I tried to remain as calm as possible. For a moment, I realized that this could've been nothing. That thought was quickly pushed out of my mind—it was the Joker, it was rarely NOTHING.

There was some point to this. I just had no idea what it was.

I quickly walked out and found the Joker hiding behind the stoop. He came towards me, quickly grabbed my hand in his, and began to walk away very quickly. I almost had to run to keep up, but the feeling of his hand in mine still took my breath away.

I didn't know what was going on, but I didn't want to let go nor question him right now.

I heard a certain click and there was a thunderous explosion right behind us. The Joker pulled me to the side and shielded me as the explosion went off and memories of my parents' house flooded through my mind.

My train of thought was broken when I could here the Joker giggling as he dug his head into my back as he shielded me.

" HAHAHA, I-'m bac-k."

Sirens and fire trucks flooded the streets. The rubble and debris of the now destroyed post office littered the streets. Investigators, police men, fire men, EMT's scoured the area.

One certain member of the bomb squad, Alejandro, was working on uncovering the source of the explosion.

" Boys, keep looking for the source! This building did not blow up on its own. We're going to catch this fucker!" Sergeant Jackson's voice echoed threw the now fallen walls of the building.

After a few more minutes of walking, Alejandro sighted something of peculiar interest.

" Boss, I think I found something!" He hollered.

" What is it boy?" Sergeant Jackson ran over to Alejandro as he lifted up a now shredded envelope. Inside the envelope, was the odd shaped bomb that had set up the imminent destruction of this place.

Alejandro pulled the bomb out, and shook the debris off of it. There was no sort of timer or switch on it.

" What the fuck? Who the hell sets up a bomb with no timer in it? " Alejandro asked.

" A crazy motherfucker is who. Who else would fucking blow this place up and kill everyone inside for no apparent reason." His comrade, Stanley, added.

" Yeah, not everyone is as sane as we are, man." Alejandro added and was about to wrap up the bomb when Stanley nudged him.

" Yo man what's that right there? Is there something etched into this?" Stanley asked and Alejandro looked the bomb over again.

" Sergeant Jackson, you might want to look at this!" He hollered.

Alejandro handed him the bomb, and it took a minute or two for the message to settle in before his eyes bulged and his hands began to shake.

On the back of the bomb was etched a message. It read: "Gordon couldn't stop me. Can you?". It was followed by that signature smiley face that had filled so many hearts with dread.

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" This just in! It seems the Joker is back and somewhere in this city! Sergeant Jackson and his bomb squad have linked the recent post office explosion and deaths of 10 civilians as the work of the Joker! I repeat, the Joker is back and is somewhere in this city! Please pray for those who lost loved ones today, and pray for the safety of this city. "

The news went to commercial and the Joker began to laugh. We were back at our place, and lounging on the bed as we watched television.

" HAHAHAHAHAHA this ci-ty is abouuuu-t to cra-p in itsss pant-s. Toooo ba-d the-y don-'t have a Bat-syyy to saveee the-m! HAHAHAHAHAHHAA! Oh doll-facce, it feeel-s sooo good to be bac-k!" With that said, he grabbed my face and planted a huge kiss on my lips.

He had dressed up in his usual purple suit to watch the news.

He then jumped off the bed and began to twirl around, and then positioned his arms as if he was ballroom dancing with an invisible partner and began to hum his own tune.

" La- diiiii-dahhhh-di dahhh."

I loved to see him this happy but knowing that I enabled the destruction, and even took part in it began to tug at my heart. I felt guilty.

The Joker noticed my sudden change in mood and dropped his arms.

" What's wronnn-g babe?

I looked up at him and he could read the guilt in my eyes. He walked over and got on me so that he was sitting on my legs and his face was in mine. His make-up was back and he looked as terrifying as ever. He grabbed both sides of my face, a bit too hard I must say, and began to inspect it.

What the heck was he doing?

" I don-'t seee an-y bloo-d. You didn-'t kill any-bodyyy."

" I enabled people to be killed."

I could sense that he was becoming frustrated but surprised that he hadn't hit me yet.

" Lis-tenn do-ll, in thi-s wor-ld, you can spen-d yearrrs and year-s try-ing to mak-e sense ou-t of thin-gs. Re-think-ing and analy-zing all the "what if's" an-d "why did I do that?", or " wh-y di-d tha-t happpppen to me?" Hmmmmm? Be-lie-ve me, I ha-ve mull-ed ove-r thes-e lovel-y beau-ty mark-s tha-t ador-n my facccce for year-ss. Wh-yyy me? Hmmm?

I didn't know how to answer. He made sense and his logic was undeniable. There was nothing I could do about it know. What is done is done. No reason to keep pondering on it. He stared into my eyes as if to sear what he had just said into my brain. He didn't have to. He had already convinced me. He took of his glove and began to stroke my chin.

"Chao-s is un-de-ni-ableeee. I-t jus-t isss. The uni-ver-se tendsss to un-ra-vel in a cha-otic wayyy. ".

His grip on my face became tighter.

" STOP try-ing to con-trol it. Em-bracee it. Rav-ish in ittt. Sub-merge your-self in i-t."