The Gotham Queen

Chapter 27

Cash lets me cry it out for a few minutes, then he helps me get to my feet. He walks with me to help me make my way to the Medical Wing. I guess I should've figured that I'd rip open some of my wounds again.

When we get there, I'm in a much better state than when Cash had originally found me in. The nurse and doctor don't take too long with me, most of my wounds having healed already. After a few minutes, I make my way back to Cash, who informs me that he had been looking for me.

Apparently, Joker is requesting a session with me, and even though he's technically not allowed to do that since I'm not his psychiatrist, they're giving it to him. Whatever to keep him from losing it and killing everyone, I guess.

Cash keeps asking me if I'm sure I want to do this, and every time he does, I tell him I'm fine. He doesn't believe me because of earlier, but I'm fine now. In fact, I'm buzzing with excitement at seeing Joker again, and It's taking all my energy to not skip and run to the session room.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cash asks me again as we get to the session room hallway. I look at him as I chuckle.

"I promise you, Cash. I can handle another talk with the clown. He didn't hurt or touch me yesterday, did he? I was even wearing red, and nothing happened." I tell him, and Cash deflates as he realizes he can't change my mind. "I'll handle him today, and even tomorrow, too. If he asks for me, then I will handle it. If I'm helping him, even in a small way, isn't that what matters?"

Cash reluctantly nods his head, though I can see just how much he hates this. Yes, it's against the rules, but Joker doesn't go by the rules. In reality, it's not the rules we have to follow, but Joker. He runs the Asylum, and what he says goes, so It's us following Joker's rules.

"You should request his case if he's going to keep talking to you. That way, you won't get in trouble with anyone." Cash tells me as we get to the session room, and I laugh at the thought. Why didn't I think of that? That sure would make all of this easier and I wouldn't risk losing my job. I can't lose the one thing that makes me happy.

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"What the hell did you do to her, you brainless brute?! She looks like she's went through hell!!" Joker shouts at Cash the minutes he opens the door for me, and I snicker at how angry Joker looks. Cash ignores his insult before standing by the door like last time, and I take a seat at the table. I know I look like I went through hell, but I didn't. I've been through hell before, and that wasn't it.

Joker growls as he glares at Cash before looking at me. His eyes go cold the minute he looks at me, losing what playfulness they had been gathering. How the hell does his emotions change so quickly?!

"Who touched you?" His voice is sharp as a knife, and just as deadly, too. The guards in the room flinch at his tone, and I furrow my brows in confusion. Then, I remember my smeared lipstick and my mind flashes with the events in my office. Shit.

I touch my lips shakily as I try to figure out what to say. Joker is still glaring at my lips as he waits for an answer, but I'm not exactly sure what to say. He's already more than angry, and I'm afraid that if I tell him about what happened, he'll lash out. Plus, I don't want to talk in front of the eight guards in the room, lining the walls. Today just isn't my day.

"Oh, uh..." I start as I try to think of a quick excuse. "Well, another doctor didn't like the color, so he tried to wipe it off of me right before I came here." I ignore the way Cash looks at me a little confused as I stare at Joker.

Joker lets out the most animalistic growl I've ever heard come from a person, and I have to swallow my emotions as I squeeze my thighs together. Bloody hell. I can't figure out if he's angry at my answer, or at the fact another man touched me. However, I'm guess it's the latter because didn't he basically say in his note that I'm his?