Two days, 48 hours, 2880 minutes and 172800 seconds left to live.

I got back to my apartment and sat there in the dark doing nothing. This is was it. I have nothing left. The Joker will kill me. I've seen and read what he's done. Batman said he mad someone go mad and he killed someone close to him. I sigh and feel myself fall asleep.

The next morning I make my way to work. I feel as if I have nothing I live for. I do what I normally do and make small talk with Alice. She always checked up on me to make sure I was alright but I really wasn't. At the end of my work day I had 31 hours left to live. I find myself checking the time more and counting the hours and even minutes down to the end. Alice sees me on my own head space as we walk down the hall.
"Chrissy are you alright?" She asked for my thousand time.
"I failed, I messed it up Alice." I say finally telling her what happened.
"What happened, what did you fail?" She asks stopping and looking with worried eyes.
"I didn't kill him. Know the Jokers going to kill me." I say not looking at her. I hear her sigh and pull me away from the hall in a supply closet.
"You have to tell the police." She says sternly, I look at her dead in the eyes.
"What do I tell them, 'oh hi yeah I'm Blue Jay and I work for the Joker to kill Batman, but I failed and now he's going to kill me, please help one of your most wanted criminals.' That will totally work Alice!" I say sarcastically.
"Well you have to do something Chrissy! You can't throw you life away! What about me! What about Bruce?" She starts to raise her voice and I shush her.
"I don't know Alice!" I sigh and rub my temples. We stay silent for a while.
"Just kill the Joker." Alice says like she's being normal.
I look up at her. "What?"
"Just kill him."
"Alice.."
"No Chrissy!" She cuts me off. "If your job was to kill Batman, then just kill the Joker. Your Blue Jay, how hard could it be?" She says shrugging her shoulders.
"So your saying, you want me to become the good guy and put an end to the Joker just so he can't kill me?" Alice just nods. I close my eyes and think that, might just work.
"Okay, alright." I say nodding at her.
"So how long do you have left?" She asks cringing at the thought of me killing or being killed.
I pull out my phone and count the hours from 6pm now. "About... 31 hours left." I say looking at her. "Can we just... h-hang out or- or something? Just be normal for once?" I ask stuttering a little.
Alice smiles and nods her head, her blonde hair flying in her face, "I thought you'd never ask."

Alice made me feel a lot better. We spent the night just like normal people. Unlike the last time we went on a girls night out. Alice brought it, joking about how the robber chased me and we ran right into Batman (literally). Then Alice went crazy because I had met Batman as Chrissy and not Blue Jay, saying how he was clueless and would never know. Now I walk by myself back to my apartment in the cold night. Once I reach home I look at the time and see that it's 11pm. 25 hours left. I threw off my clothes and curled into bed, hopefully sleep will come easy tonight.

I grabbed a cup of coffee and looked at my paper I had on the table. I need a plan. I look at the time and it's 10am. 14 hours left. I sigh and sit down at my table with a pen and paper. Okay, I'm going to be honest. I don't have a plan. But I will!

I paced the living room as the sun was setting. After carefully planing a plan ALL DAY, I looked at the time. 8pm, 4 hours to do what I had to do. I spent planing and sharpening my swords and making lots of shock balls. But I needed to see Bruce now. I pulled out an old bag and put a gun, my swords, shock balls and my uniform in it for my plan. I walked outside and looked for a taxi. I waved at six and none of them stopped for me. After ten minutes I sighed in frustration and looked around. My eyes landed on a man on a motorcycle, putting his helmet on the seat and walking into the coffee shop I used to relax in so many weeks ago. I smirk, what hell. I've go 4 hours to live. Why not. I walk over to the bike and hot-wire it. I smile as it starts and I put the helmet on with my bag slung on my shoulder. I speed off and hear the man yelling at me saying it's his bike! I make my way to Wayne manor, I remember the way from when Alfred picked me up from work. About twenty minutes later I make it to Bruce's and get off the bike leaving the helmet and bag on the seat. I walk up the stairs and knock on the door and I'm greeted with my favourite British butler.
"Oh hello Miss James. What can I do for you?" He asks smiling.
"Hello Alfred, I need to see Bruce it's important." I say calmly but I feel so scared.
"Yes of course follow-"
"Chrissy?" I look over Alfred's shoulder and see Bruce standing at the top of the stairs wearing jeans, and a navy long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. Alfred moves to the side and I rush into his arms. Only now do I realize that I'm shaking and tears are threatening to fall. Bruce holds me close and strokes my hair telling me that it's okay. Bruce then leads me away from the maids and butlers, taking me to what I think is his room. He sits me on the bed and holds my face pushing the tears away.
"What's wrong?" Bruce asks in a whisper.

All day I've felt calm and cool about my plan to the kill the Joker. But now that my hours are running thin, I realized how frightened I am.
"I'm scared." I say truthfully.
"Why?" Bruce asks holding my hands.
I stop crying and sniff my nose and I feel calm again. "I don't know." I say. We say nothing and enjoy each other's company for a few minutes. I look at Bruce as he looks at me. I smash my lips into his and we lean back on the bed. But in the back of my head, I remember that I might die.