It was the bright sun light shining through the window and onto my eyes that woke me up the next morning; I hadn’t even realized that I had fallen asleep.
I yawned and stretched.
“Good morning Beautiful.”
I felt myself jump and hoped that it didn’t show.
“Still here? Surprised you haven’t broken out yet.” I smirked, trying to hide my moment of fright.
He laughed and slowly sat up in in the bed so he was leaning against the head of the bed with his hands linked in his lap.
“Nope. I thought about it though.” He grinned.
I thought he was joking, until I saw a white hospital blanked that must have been placed over me during the night and had fallen part way off my lap.
‘He could have just killed me and walked right out of here and no one would have been able to stop him.’
Joker just sat there and laughed for a good five minutes as I looked at him in horror.
He finally calmed down enough to talk.
“A little jumpy are we?” He giggled, “I would never hurt you.”
He sounded sincere.
“Sure, I’ll pretend I believe you.”
He frowned.
“If I had no issues with hurting you do you think you would still be alive?”
Now I frowned. He was right ever since I first met him he could have killed me if he wanted to.
“Sorry.” I looked down.
I heard him chuckle and looked up, he was grinning again.
“No worries kiddo.”
The rest of the day passed slowly. Joker and I didn’t talk because of the constant watch of the GCPD police, but that gave me time to think.
‘Why was Joker actually being helpful? He knows that if the police get him he would be handed over to Harley to save those people and yet he risked it to help me find my brother. And look where that landed him; in Gotham General with broken ribs waiting to be handed off to his death.’
I frowned and continued to stare at the floor. I hated this, I hated owing people.
“Hey Sarah.”
I was snapped out of my thoughts. Joker was sitting in with waving his hand in my direction. He had his food on a tray in front of him but hadn’t started it yet.
“Hmh?”
He laughed.
“Someone was off on la la land.” He chuckled.
I smiled but it felt forced.
Joker ate his food and I watched him.
I hated owing people.
