Enough For Me (batjokes)

The New Plan

The outside sky was getting darker quickly, and Nygma decided to head out before midnight.
"Bye, Ed." Joker said, holding the tent door open for him as he walked out.
"See you." Edward said, and began walking away.

Joker had left Oswald upstairs with a pair of stretchy purple pajama pants and an oversized black Nirvana shirt.
Harley yawned, turning off the lights downstairs, and she gave the Joker a quick hug around the shoulders before going into her room and shutting the door.

Joker went upstairs by himself in the dark, going into his bedroom and pulling out the Murphy bed for Penguin, who was in the bathroom.

"Oswald," Joker said, knocking on the door quietly, so he wouldn't disturb Harley, "the Murphy's out whenever you're done."

"Thanks." Penguin's voice said, a little shaky and louder than it needed to be. Joker paused for a second, then opened the door to find Penguin standing at the sink holding a towel to his forearm.

"Ozzie." Joker said, inwardly panicking. "Give me the towel."

Oswald looked at him in the mirror and shook his head no.

"Oswald, give me the towel!" the Joker said, slightly freaking out. He spotted blood on the floor, and a razor blade in the sink.
"No, no, no," Joker said, grabbing Penguin's arms gently and applying slight pressure to them with the towel.

Oswald stood his ground, he didn't start crying like Joker expected him to, but he just stood there, staring at the towel.

"It's okay, I get it." Joker lifted the towel off of his forearm, seeing a long, deep gash that was seeping blood. "I get it, Ozzie." He whispered, still panicking, but trying to be calm for Oswald.
"But you don't need to do this." Joker said, opening a cabinet and grabbing him a band-aid.

"So why do you?" Penguin asked.
Joker looked him in the eye. "Because I deserve it, and you don't." He threw the razor into the bathtub, not caring if Harley found it later.

"You know, Ozzie, you still have a chance at a good life. If you get caught for your crimes, you'll only go to juvenile or Arkham." Joker said. "Stop doing this to yourself." He motioned to Oswald's bandage. "How many other cuts do you have?"

"Three." Penguin said.
"That's three too many." Joker sighed.

"And how many do you have?" Oswald asked.
Joker sighed.
"Unimportant."
"I saw your arm the other day." Penguin said. "How many was that?"

"I don't know." Joker admitted. "Let's go to bed."
Oswald reluctantly went back into the Joker's room.

"Do you..um.. do you have a stuffed animal I can sleep with?" Blushed Penguin.
"Yeah, here, I have a couple." Joker said. He went over to a toy chest and opened it. "I have a penguin one if you want it."

Oswald came over. Joker held up a black and white emperor penguin stuffy, it was tiny, but fit perfectly in Oswald's hands.
"Yes, I like this one." Penguin said, holding the toy close to him.
"You can keep it." Joker smiled. "His name is Frosty."

"Really?" Oswald's face lit up with a smile. "Thanks, Joker."
"No problem." Joker closed the bedroom door and hopped into his bed.
Penguin grabbed his phone, and began scrolling through Instagram reels, and Joker updated his Snapchat avatar's outfit.

Suddenly Oswald burst into laughter. Joker looked over at him in amusement.
"What is it?" Joker asked. Oswald shook his head and looked back at his phone.
Immediately he did one of those silent laughs, with the head tilted back. He covered his eyes with his other hand and practically died laughing.