One evening she was at Barnes and Noble when a familiar voice said, "Helena?"
She looked up and smiled. "Brock." He smiled down at her.
"What are the odds?"
"Yeah, what are the odds?" she echoed. She thought to tell him of her change of name but decided that he was just an acquaintance so it wasn't necessary.
He sat down on a couch next to her. He again had his hair back in a bun, sleeves rolled up on a button down shirt, well fitted jeans and Converse shoes.
"What are you doing to pass your days?" She looked down embarrassed to tell him how reclusive she had gotten and why. "I don't really get out of the house much."
"How come, there's so much to see. Have you taken up writing?"
She smiled and said, "No."
"Have you ever been on a roof of a building at night and looked down over the city lights?"
"How do you feel about going right now?"
"Now?" she asked in surprise. He nodded and rose to his feet.
"You really should come with me. It's an amazing view."
"Maybe another time." She tried to resist her new charming acquaintance.
"Come on." He walked behind her. "You got nothing to do. I got nothing to do."
She still looked unsure. He tossed himself over the couch and landed gracefully beside her. "It's a perfect night." She laughed at his stunt and said.
They walked out onto the roof top. He jumped up on the ledge as if there wasn't a 30 story drop.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Admiring. Come on."
"I'm admiring just fine from back here." He walked along the ledge till he was next to her. He gave her his hand. "I'm not standing up there. There's no railing." He motioned vigorously with his hands.
"Come on, come on, come on, you've got plenty of room to stand." She buckled under his charisma. She gave him her hand which turned out to be a vice grip on his. She stood there beside him. "Ok," he began. "Now, relax your grip on my hand."
"Here, you see? This is what I want to do." He stood behind her and put his arms around her shoulders. Feeling his arms around her shoulders and his hard body behind her, she felt a whole other kind of rush.
"You were right. It is a perfect night." He spoke into her ear;
"When was the last time you ever did something so dangerous?"
"I- hmmm." She thought to herself. "Living in Gotham, yeah. Living in Gotham. I'm not ever going to go back there again. Are you going back?"
"Why? You gonna miss me?" he asked. She just smiled. "I can handle myself quite well there," he finished.
He walked her to her car. "Seriously, a yellow Audi?"
"Yeah, she smiled. "A fine example of German engineering." He scoffed playfully.
"Why? What do you drive?"
"What ever I can hot wire," he said as a mater of factly. She laughed softly and figured she'd see it sooner or later. He stepped closer to her and said; "I'd like to see you again." She smiled and said,
"Coffee next Thursday?"
"Sure," she blushed.
He took out his phone. "I need your number." She told him. "Smile," he told her so he could take a picture with his camera. It took a moment for her to realize what was going on then she smiled and he took it. "Buenos noches, senorita. It was really nice running into you again." He took her hand and kissed it, winked and sauntered away. She leaned against her car and stared incredulously as he disappeared from view. 'Wow. Just wow,' she thought. "And he wants to see me again," she smiled.
As the days passed by she grew less and less scared and thought she did out run the guy who calls himself the Joker. Or maybe he lost interest. She decided it was finally time she make her life more normal. She rented a small apartment and became less of a recluse and less paranoid.
She was taking a hot bath when she heard what sounded like feet shuffling outside the open bathroom window. She listened and was to creeped out to turn around. The wind blew in a smell that made her feel faint with alarm. It smelled something like paint, something flammable.
She got out of the bath and wrapped a towel around herself. Walking toward the window slowly she gasped as she heard rustling coming from outside directly underneath the window. She turned the light out so she could see outside better. Reaching the window sill she looked out and didn't see anything. It was dark but the moonlight shone bright and there was no one on the side of her house. Maybe it was an animal. Or maybe there was a spill nearby and the wind carried the smell to her window. She jumped when she heard a dog bark somewhere in the neighborhood. The smell had faded and with it her hopes of a good night sleep.
There was a knock at her door. It was Brock picking her up for their coffee date. "Come on in. I still have to grab a few things." While she was in the other room, he picked up some mail on her counter. The letter was addressed to a Sarah Carson. She came into the room.
He held up the mail. "Former occupant? Or is there something you're not telling me?" She looked down not wanting to lie to her new friend.
"I uh, on the plane I said that I was running from bad memories. That's just a way I cope. I wanted a fresh start."
"Of course," was all he said. He walked over to the passenger side of the car and she thought he was going to open the door for her. Instead he got in the passenger side and drug himself into the drivers seat from there. She raised an eyebrow then got in the car.
"Is there something wrong with the driver's side door?" she asked.
"What? Oh no, there's nothing wrong with the door," he replied.
They got a booth by the window and enjoyed good conversation until an hour into the conversation he mentioned; "You wouldn't believe what happened to me today. There was this guy dressed up like a total freak, like it's Halloween. I thought that he might be one of those weirdo's who go to those conventions and dress up. Any way, he asked me if I've seen Helena. I asked Helena who? How was I supposed to know who he was talking about? He described her as an average height nice looking blond haired woman who likes to wear yellow. I thought of you." By the time he was done explaining she wasn't breathing and visibly shaking.
"Did you tell him anything?" He shook his head.
"No, that's a very vague description. I thought he was joking. There are many women who could fit that bill."
"Wh-where is he now? Did he follow you?" He looked around.
"No, I didn't notice anything suspicious."
"Excuse me," she said as she went to the restroom and threw up. When she got back she said, "I-I gotta go." He noticed her teary eyed and flushed. He took by the arm and leaned into her.
"Wait, wait tell me what's wrong. You look, really bad. Is someone trying to find you? Are you in some kind of trouble? If someone's following you, you should come with me. Nothing will happen to you if you are with someone." She shook her head.
"No, no, no. It doesn't matter. I could be in a room full of people, a building full of people."
"He sounds pretty bold. Who is this guy?"
"The Joker. He's known as the Joker. He's who was in Gotham, who I was running from. I know it sounds crazy that he'd pay so much attention to me but he's crazy, completely psychotic," she said grabbing up her things and getting up to leave. "I have to go. I have to get out of town." He took her by her forearm and asked,
"What about the police I'm sure they could stop him."
"They can't stop him; they can only hope to contain him." She made a move to leave but he just stepped in front of her.
"Just come with me. I promise I wasn't followed. You need help. When we get back to my place we can decide what to do from there."
"No. I don't want to get you involved. I don't want you to get hurt."
"You shouldn't be alone, like I said, you need help. We can leave town together."
"You're crazy. I don't want you to be on the run with me." He put his hands on her shoulders and looked in her eyes. "Look, I told you this was just a pleasure trip. I don't have anywhere else that I need to be. Let me help you." She finally gave in and said,
"Ok." He got into the car on the passengers side again and slid over and despite the dire circumstances Sarah laughed. Brock said,
"Glad to see you can still have a laugh," and smiled a little. "And if this guy shows up and thinks he can have his way with you, this," he took out a Glock from under the seat. "Will have its way with him," he smiled. She should've been happy but instead she was unnerved. He turned to her and said, "I just want you to feel safe." She looked out the window. "I'm not safe anywhere."
"You're not safe anywhere else, but with me."
"That's a bold statement," she commented, taking the statement to mean he wanted to be her superman. He laughed softly.
"I'm a bold kind of guy," he said.
He ushered her inside if his apartment. When they where inside he locked the door. Sitting down on the couch, she watched him take out of his usual bun and ran his fingers through his hair. Looking up he smirked, "Hello there." She felt like she was about to be sick, hearing Joker's voice come from his mouth. "Brock?"
He looked up at her with eyes as dark as nightmares.
"Brock's not here, anymore." He motioned for her to come to him. "Come here, sit. Sit." He pulled her on to his lap. "Did you have fun?" She at him fearfully. "Because I did," he said. She looked back and forth at his beautiful eyes and for a very brief moment, brought her hand up to the side of his face.
"You can't be-"
"What? Nice, funny, kind? It was all part of the plan." Then she put her hand over her mouth to stifle a sob. "Aww, you liked Brock didn't you?" He pouted then shook his head. "Don't ya just hate that? Don't ya just hate when people don't turn out to be who you thought they were?"
A/N: To my good mannered readers and those of you with your burning torches and pitchforks. A lot of you might be asking, where are the Joker's scares? I had to make it so it was all make up, no scares just make up, so he could go about with out attracting attention. He spoke in Heath's normal voice and had the same had handsome face.