I woke up in a dazed panick, being shook by John.
"Alisa, the Jokers gone. There was an explosion at the department... and, he's gone."
My face practically drained of color.
"What? How could-.. they can't-.... what?"
John just stared at me for a moment. A look of concern and at a loss of words.
"John. Could I stay with you a bit longer than tonight?" I looked up at him, I was scared. I didn't want to go back to my apartment who knew what the joker knew about me....
"You can stay as long as you want Alisa." He stated in hardly a whisper
I nodded and we caught each others eyes with a silence of understanding.
"Let's just try to get some sleep." John nodded and went back to his room, and I fell back asleep on the couch.
I ended up staying with John for a lot longer than I'd expected, about three weeks until I finally felt confident enough to go back to my apartment.
The police department had been kind enough to pay for the bills while I was gone and make sure no one went in and out of it.
On the morning of me leaving I packed all my stuff into a suitcase John had given me. A taxi was waiting downstairs by the curb. I hugged John goodbye.
"Thanks for everything John, I appreciate it."
"Anytime Alisa. Hey you wanna grab lunch tomorrow? Around 1ish?" He said, kinda nervously.
"Yeah sure, can you pick me up?"
We said our final goodbyes and I put my things in the trunk of the taxi and got in. I told the taxi driver where to go. I couldn't quite see his face because it was covered by his hood, but he nodded agreeing.
The whole ride there... I couldn't help but be happy, looking at the city as we passed through it. Everything was finally over, back to normal. I grinned the biggest grin I could manage.
About 20 minutes later I was at my apartment, walking up the stairs with my bookbag. I struggled to grab the keys out of my pocket and ended up dropping them.
A kind old man with white hair, a long black jacket, and a British accent picked them up for me.
"Here you are miss." He smiled kindly, handing me my keys.
"Thank you, erhh-"
"Alfred, the one and only. And you must be?" I laughed a little, and he stuck out his hand.
"My name's Alisa." I grabbed his hand to shake it but he paused for a brief moment.
"Hmm. What a lovely name."
Then he walked away. I unlocked the door and went into my apartment. I threw my bag on the floor and flopped down on the couch. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.
Home sweet home. I turned on the news channel and it had just aired off of a commercial. The reporter women in the TV said that there was still no sign of either the Joker or batman, or the mayor for that matter.
I hope he's alright. Batman of course... and the mayor as well.
I decided maybe I should get out of the house for the day. I hopped in the shower and turned on the hot water, watching the steam rise to the ceiling.
My bruise had eventually healed. And although no one else could notice it. I still had the scar from the cut on my left cheek. Fairly noticeable... but, still there. I got out and put on some skinny jeans and a red tank top with a grey sweater, with my white sneakers. I tied my long think wet hair in a messy bun and applied some makeup.
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Suddenly a hand grabbed me and I was pinned against the door. His scars so close.... so visible. "What's wrong? you look nervous? Is it the scars?" He pointed to his mouth, "......Wanna know how I gottem?"