I awoke in the middle of the night and couldn't go back to sleep. So I decided to get up and fix myself a drink. As I walk into the dark living room I am surprised when I see the Joker. He's standing there in the dark humming softly and gently swaying side to side with his baby in his arms. It's sweet and so not what I'd ever expect out of a man who I personally watched hacking another man into tiny pieces.
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I'm about to turn and leave when the Joker notices me in the dark. "I see Jackson isn't the only one having trouble sleeping," he says.
"Sorry, I was just going to have a drink," I swallow, "I'll go."
"You needn't leave just because I'm here," he stares at me. "Soon we'll be related, you know. Might as well get used to one another. Have a drink. Sit," he motions to the couch with his head.
I hesitantly walk further into the room and pour myself a drink. I sware to God, that man never puts that child down. I can't tell you how crazy it is thinking of him as a loving father. But that's exactly what he was. He smiles down at Jackson, who was falling asleep. I sit on the couch because a part of me is too scared to defy him.
"I suppose you think I owe you an apology?" He cocks one of his brows.
I look down at my drink, "Actually, I figured you'd expect one from me," I shrug and nervously take a drink.
"Well, since you mentioned it, I do think I'm owed one. I mean you did plot to kill me," his eyes cut over at me sideways. A shiver runs through me. "But, I suppose it was me who wronged you in the first place, thereby causing your need to plot against me in vengeance... I hope you understand that it was never anything personal against you, Julia. You just walked in at a very inopportune moment," he twirls a wrist in the air. "I hope you realize that normally I would have killed a person in your position...a cop walking in as I dismembered a body...But you see, I recognized you the moment I saw you." He turns to look at me directly. "Do you remember our time together at Arkham? Granted, my mind is spotty at best, but I seem to recall a teenage sociopath who used to give me her pudding cups every time they served them."
My eyes float back down to the drink in my hand. "Rule one of surviving Arkham, make friends with the baddest motherfucker there."
"Heh-heh," the Joker chuckles, "And here all this time I thought you thought I was cute."
I smirk, "I see you and your twin share the same ego."
"Jester and I share a lot more than meets the eye. But then, I'm assuming he's told you the darkest parts," The Joker says and softly starts swaying side to side again.
"If you mean the Irish, yes, he told me," I confirmed.
"But don't let it worry you too much, he really is more into saving lives than taking them," he tells me.
I nod and take a drink. "He thinks he pegged you wrong," I eventually say.
"He's an expert of sorts on being pegged wrong," the Joker sighs, still admiring his son.
