He Lived For Her~ A Joker Story

Chapter 70- Heaven

-IVYS POV-

The footsteps grew louder, and I began to feel scared.

I quietly tried to get out of the bath, but the water was making too much noise when I moved.

"J?" I called out, quickly getting out of the bath, ignoring the loud echoing of dripping water.

"Uh, no its me" I heard Frosts voice behind the door.

I sighed with relief, and I fell to my knees to catch my breath back.
I felt like I was about to have a heart attack.

"Are you okay?" He asked, turning the handle.

"I'm nak-" I blurted, but I was cut off my the door continuing to open.

I grabbed a towel immediately, but Frost stood there staring.

I held the towel against my bare body, trying to cover everything.

"Johnny!" I shouted, exhaling heavily.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know-"

"Whatever, why are you here?" I interrupted.

He looked down out of respect, but I could tell he was struggling to.
"I thought I'd call in"

"Aren't you supposed to be with Joker?" I asked, properly wrapping the towel around me.

"No? I wasn't called to anything?" He replied, still trying to keep his eyes on the ground.

"Hmm" I hummed, as I thought "I wonder why"

"He may be at one of his clubs" Frost suggested.

"Isn't he not supposed to be in Gotham right now? Considering the high alert thing?"

Johnny chuckled.
"He's the Joker, he's always been on a high alert"

"I guess...but-"

"He won't get caught, he's too...he's too smart" Frost explained.

I just shrugged, sort of agreeing with him.

I approached the door where he was standing, then brushed past him slightly.

"Do you want a drink?" I asked, turning back to him.

"Sure, why not"

I smiled.
"Okay, well I'm just gonna' get dressed real quick"

I rushed to the bedroom then shut the door.

I slipped on a loose black shirt and shorts- usually the things I slept in.
It was late at night now, so I will probably be sleeping soon anyway.

I exited the bedroom, then entered the kitchen- where Frost was already sat at a stool, waiting.

"So why did you want to call in?" I asked, grabbing two wine glasses.

"I don't know, just stopping by I guess" he replied awkwardly.
I don't think he even knew why.

"Hm, okay then" I chuckled, turning back to him with a bottle and the glasses.

I placed the glasses on the surface, then began to fill them with red wine.

"So, how are you?" He asked as I passed him his filled wine glass.

"I'm good actually, I'm really good" I smiled, sipping my drink.

I placed one hand on the surface in front of me, resting my weight on it casually.