Christopher Horton has never had much stability in his life. His mother was emotionally absent up until her death, his friends never seem to stick around, and he never even knew who his father is. But, once he found employment with the infamous Joke...
A/N: So for some reason my Wattpad is acting up and accidentally published an unfinished revision of this chapter. I've *hopefully* fixed it and republished it. So so sorry if you read the first posting because it had a synopsis in the beginning (which I use to help me plan) and was severely unfinished and unedited. I'm hoping this version stays and it doesn't post the wrong version again. Again, SO sorry for the inconvenience!!!
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"You rescued me when I thought nobody would. When I thought I wasn't worth the effort. You gave me everything and asked for nothing." –Charles Martin
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THE JOKER JOLTED AWAKE, chocolate-tinted eyes wild as his right hand immediately cradled his left bandaged shoulder.
My back lay plastered against the sealed, back double doors of the van, constant shivers traveling up the length of my spine as a severely disoriented and somewhat sweaty Joker pried the side doors open.
A set of brows raised in curiosity at his abrupt actions, trembling, colorant-stained fingers curling around the circular handles of the doors as he thrust them apart. I watched, mouth agape as the man hoisted his upper body out of the vehicle and emptied the contents of his stomach onto the frozen concrete, followed by a series of cringeworthy hacks and gags.
Impulsively, my palms met the bare skin of his back, the firm muscles contracting beneath the warmth of his skin as another round of bile spewed from him, emerging in a fit of what seemed like subtle cries.
The violet, hexagon printed dress shirt clung in shards to his torso, slipping down the length of his arms and catching onto the prominent skin of his elbows. Drenched ringlets clung to the nape of his neck as he heaved, slender fingers curling around the beaten, plastic floorboards as he shuttered beneath my touch.
The bitter, Gotham breeze briskly pierced the once cozy cabin, prompting my glassy eyes to heavily water as insistent patches of prominent goosebumps arose on the clammy skin of Joker's back.
