The word slips my mouth and the guy in front of me laughs.

''Did you hit your head or something?''says gently, touching my head.

''No'' I answer after a brief moment. '' I d-don't think so'' I add hesitant, feeling the place he just touched.

Maybe I did.

Who knows...otherwise I can't explain what I see right now.

In front of me there are two men wearing a Joker mask. Or to be more precisely, make up that resembles Joker. Jesus...am I having delusions?

The look of confusion on my face seems to say it all, because the guy who helped me laughs again ''Don't worry about it'' he says.

''Are you here with someone? Should we call them''? the other one asks.

Immediately I remember my friends inside the theater, who are probably wondering about my absence. ''No no'' I answer quickly. Make them worry is the last thing I need.

''I'm ok. I will go now.''

But it doesn't work out as I wanted. The moment I stand up, trying to move from the couch, my legs betray me and I'm ready to face the ground.

Although the fall never comes.

The same strong hands that held me up before, grab me by the arms, in an attempt to steady me. Ιnstinctively I lean forward resting my head on his chest.

I breath in his smell, feeling myself slowly calming down.

''You should better lay down ok? It will help with the blood circulation'' he says.

I look up to his face which is incredibly close to mine, staring probably, like a lost puppy.

He smiles softly. ''Here, I'll help you.''

And just like that he sits on the couch, making me lay down with my head across his lap.

The ringtone of a phone echoes in the room and soon I hear his friend talking.

''Yeah? What? I can't hear you. Wait a minute''.

''It's Mark.'' He says to my Joker.

''I'll talk to him outside''.

He nods, but i'm too occupied staring at his jaw line to listen to, pretty much anything.

Looking at his face from this angle is kind of...perfect and intimidating at the same time.

I can't see the details due to his makeup, but from the high cheekbones, sharp jaw and this provoking adam apple, poking out every time he speaks, it is safe to say he is a charmer.

At least.

I mean did I mention his jaw line? Sharper than a diamond. I bet.

While I'm thinking about his perfect looks, my eyes which by now where shamelessly wandering on his perfect features, meet with a per of dark orbs. I forget to breath for a moment while he faintly laughs, after caught me staring.

''Is the view from below nice?'' he says, a smirk on his face.

''Yeah'' I answer, with a mesmerize expression.

His laugh is deep and spontaneous, making me smile.

''Good to hear it''.

He strokes my hair gently, passing his fingers through my dark locks. From the roots, to the edges, making me feel some type of way.

I instinctively close my eyes, but open them again, just to find him staring the same way I did before. Our eyes lock again, this time more intense than the others, and it's the first time in my life I feel connected with someone.

But the moment doesn't last long.

Footsteps approach the bathroom and a cleaning lady comes in.

''Is everything alright?'' she asks, after seeing the position we are in.

We don't have time to answer, because the door opens again, this time revealing two worried faces I recognize well, even from upside down. Shit.

I unwillingly rise from my Joker's lap, and immediately get surrounded by my best friends. He stands up, looking outside the door, where his friend makes his appearance.

''What the hell Daphne? We were so worried. What happened?'' Khloe asks.

''I...j-just felt sick..and...'' God stop stuttering.

''Why didn't you say anything in the first place? We would've come with you'' Kassie, her twin, adds.

But I don't listen to them. My eyes are drooled to the man outside.

My Joker.

He looks worried, angry, talking with his friend. I can tell by the way his body tensed up.

What happened?

I don't have time to process it, when my eyes find his. I can sense him relax, shoulders dropping down, a soft expression, completely opposite with his make up look. His friend whispers something, pulling him by the arm, but he is not the one who broke our gaze. I am.

''Daphne'' I feel Khloe shaking me. ''Are you even listening?''.

''What? Yeah I do''. I lie.

''I'm ok, I promise. I didn't want to worry you guys...I was just feeling unwell.''

''Are you better now?'' she asks clearly anxious. ''Yes I told you.''

Lifting my eyes, I search for the familiar dark orbs.

But they are nowhere to be found.

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