Skream (A Joker story [Sequel to Hush])

2: Officer Harper

~*~Joker's point of view~*~

My eyes were wide, I looked at Gordon angrily. "What did you do to her?"

"Shut up!" Blaise roared, I flinched at the ferocity in her voice, turning to her with an incredulous face. "You killed my husband!"

Wait. . . .What?

Gordon hesitated. "Blaise, get back in the car, let me talk to this man, and then we can take him to justice."

"I hope they give you the death sentence," she growled angrily as she walked back to the police car, slamming the door once inside and searing a hole through the back of my head with her firey eyes. 

Gordon was hesitant.

"What the fuck is going on," I growled lowly, about ready to shoot his face off. "My wife is not the same."

"She lost her memory from her injuries. For the sake of the world, we told her you killed her husband."

"BUT I'M HER GODDAMN HUSBAND!" I shouted, my throat closing up at the end of my sentence. Shit, I was letting my emotions reveal themselves. . . .

Gordon noticed too, for he took a step back with curious eyes.

"For the sake of Gotham, it's what we must do."

"I'll blow up every hospital, every bank, every home if you don't give me back my wife." I was so mad, my words were angry, Ace's hand rested on my shoulder and I nearly shot it off, but instead I shrugged it off. He backed up quietly.

Gordon shook his head. "Then we deport her out of Gotham."

"And sacrifice all of these lives? You wouldn't dare, commish'!"

"Oh, I would."

He had a glint in his eyes, and I almost completely believed his bluff. But he was probably not even bluffing at this point.

Angered, I shook my head. "I'm getting her back, you watch." I growled as he handcuffed me and threw me into the back of the police car with Ace.

"You better hope they don't leave you and I alone in the same room," Blaise growled angrily.

I turned to her with pleading eyes. "They are liars. You are good at spotting liars."

She looked like, if there wasn't a piece of metal in between us, she'd pounce on me and rip my face off with her teeth. It was one of those times where I knew I shouldn't speak to her.

I mean, I'm her fucking husband, I should know this shit.

Gordon, that dickhead.

When we got to the jail, I was thrown into my own secluded cell. Ace was taken on the other side of the building with regular people, I got my own little place because I was so dangerous. I loved danger. 

I heard the clicking of heels and looked up, recognizing the sound distinctly, watching as Blaise walked up to the gate with angered eyes.

"My husband was a nice man." she whispered.

"Oh, says who?"

This threw her off. "Everyone."

"Every cop, you mean."

"Well, I have no other family, ass." she rolled her eyes.

Wow, without her memory and still as sassy as ever. Ouch.

"Kitty got claws."

"Yeah, I also have a Glock 22 that will blow your fucking head off if you don't respect me." her irritated voice shot as she took out her gun from its holster, firmly gripping it with her finger below the trigger guard.

I held in a snicker. This was definitely a bad time to be slightly turned on by her attitude, so I just sighed and leaned my head back.

"Sorry, Officer. . . .?"

She sighed. "Officer Harper."

I raised my eyebrow. That was her last name before we got married. I wanted to point out the fact that she'd have her "dead" husband's name but I didn't want a mouth full of bullets, so I just kept my mouth shut.

She just let my confused expression not get to her, she leaned on the bars and sighed. "I don't have much of my memory, have I ever arrested you?"

I chuckled. "Nope."

She sighed, pouting.

"This is a serious question, beautiful. . . . How much of your life do you. . . Ah. . ."

"Remember?"

I nodded.

She sighed. "Nothing. I mean, I remember being in an orphanage in my last half of highschool, somewhere around there, but maybe it was just a visiting thing because my friends say that never happened, I was raised by a family in Alaska."

Alaska? How random.

"Do you have pictures of your husband?"

She sighed and shook her head. "Well, no but our kid has brown eyes and his hair is already growing out, looks blonde or dirty blonde and I'm guessing those are his traits. Have no idea how he got them, but. . . " she sighed.

I was frozen. Kid? We have a kid?

She was pregnant?

"You were shot in the back. . . ."I whispered softly. 

She nodded. "The baby I was carrying somehow made it alright. Apparently I was shot, fell on the ground, smacked my head, got a concussion and when help came to get me, somehow I hit my head again and I'm suffering from memory lo- Why am I telling you all of this?" she frowned.

I was silent, growing pale and hurting inside. 

If only she knew she was telling me this because, deep down, she loves me more than anything.

If only she remembered.