The Jokers Love

One Bus, Two Bus, Yellow Bus, Yellow Bus.

Chapter 8

The Joker and I are on a bus in handcuffs on the way to blackgate. He obviously is in a strait jacket with chains and guards with guns around him. They brought me on the same bus in case we were 'planning something' but since I'm only going to blackgate in minimum security I'm just in handcuffs.

We had just come from court. The joker has life with no parole and I have only 3 years with parole so I guess it could be worst, they said I got lucky cause I'm a first affender.

The Joker is staring at me smiling. I bet my make up is all smudged and he's laughing at it. The guards are just looking straight forward occasionally looking at their shoes or at me and the Joker. The joker stands up straight in his strait jacket, "you look good, in your make up, I think that look really suits you. Brings out your crazy side" he laughs. I scoff, "this is you fault! Im not fucking crazy!" The gaurds stiffens, "NO TALKING!" And he his Joker with his gun.

I hate joker but that was fucking mean. He's obviously mentally unstable. Cops are pigs.

After about two hours we are stopped at another jail. Apparently our buses engine was tampered with at the last gas stop. This happened about 4 more times. It was night time now and we finally made it to Blackgate.

We walk in, get checked in and are finally separated. As I saw the Joker being pulled away he mouthed to me "see you later" and winked. I am lead to a room with bunk beds where I will being sharing with other woman for 3 years. Ugh. 3 whole years.