The Jokes On Me

Last night was amazing! I remember after the fireworks aka the bank blowing up, we sped around Gotham city for while, having a good time. I remember when we headed back to the house I fell right to sleep in which I hope was my bedroom. But that's when things went down hill for me. I kept having these horrible dreams. The people I had hurt showed up. And I finally realized something, my first kill was exploding the bank. When I had seen blood explode into the sky, I didn't think much of it... But now I know, Mr. J had left the hostages in the bank.

I remember waking up, screaming and crying. I had witnessed murder today, blood had been splattered on me, eyes went lifeless. I can't erase these images out of my head. I remember Mr. J walking In my room, climbed into the bed and hugged me. I tried to explain to him why I was like this but he stopped me as if he already knew. I looked up at his face and saw not an Ounce of tiredness in his face. Maybe he can't sleep either? But that would be crazy I mean he's used to seeing people die under his own hands. I remember him trying to soothe me, him reassuring me that things were gonna be okay. After a while I had fell asleep, and no more nightmares came to me after that.

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I woke to water being splashed in my face. I screamed cause the water was extremely cold. I jumped up to see Mr. J standing there with a bucket, and a smile on his face.

"You could have just woke me up like a normal person!" I yelled, anger coursing through me.

"Well what would have been the fun in that?" He said with a smirk on his face.

I groaned and started to shiver.

"Here take this, go get cleaned up then put this helmet on when your done, a new set of clothes are in your cabinet, be ready in 15 minutes."

He had tossed me a helmet that also covers my face, but I can still see through it. I set it down on my bed and headed towards my bathroom. After I cleaned up and got out of the shower, I stared into the foggy mirror. I took my hand and wiped the mist off, and there appeared a girl. A girl that was barely recognizable anymore. Everything about me is new, sometimes it feels like im just in a dream, about to wake up and resume my lousy old life. Don't get me wrong, I loved photography. But it's just... I hated being behind the camera, instead I wanted to be in front of it. I wanted to be the star.

I shook off these thoughts and walked out of the washroom. I went over to my dresser and found the clothes Mr. J told me about. I quickly laid them out in the bed and examined them.

There was a blue and green tank top that said, Princess of Gotham. Then there was a pair of blue jeans, and socks. I quickly got dressed not necessarily wanting to feel Mr. J's wrath for not being dressed in time. I put on my shoes and grabbed my helmet and I was soon out the door. Once I walked out of my room, an amazing smell hit me. My mouth started to water, pancakes! I heard my stomach growl and realized, I haven't ate in like, forever! I swiftly followed the delicious aroma until I found the kitchen. There stood Harley, holding a plate stacked with perfectly cooked pancakes.

"Well Good morning sweetie!"

"Good morning M-... Harley."

She smile sweetly at me as she got another plate.

"Want some pancakes?"

"Yes pleas--"

"Nope, me and Luna have some work to do."

I spun around and was met with Mr. J.

"But Mr. J I'm hungry!"

"And I don't care, come on we have some important things to do."