Asylum Romance (A Joker Story [Sequel to Turquoise punchline])

2: Problems (pt. 2)

Unable to think straight, I realized I had to remember how I was before the baby changed who I was inside. Of course, I did not want to change in such a way that I would be displeased in my lack of motherly instinct, but of course, instinct is a natural impulse so there was no way I would fly far from the motherly trait. I did not find it comforting that I had to change for my husband, but a change is what was needed for us to live on happily, as I had changed in the most displeasing way in his eyes.

I would not neglect my child at all, the motherly instinct he did not appreciate was when I started organizing Jack’s things from clothing to notes, he felt it was not appropriate so I had to fall back to when I didn’t care so much.

Funny how an absence of caring calmed his nerves.

We arrived at Gotham’s biggest bank and started to get to work. I stayed by Jack’s side, since, no matter how mad he was, he wanted me safe and sound right next to him.

Him and I started to get to work on the bank’s vault door. I sat there and quickly figured out the code in my head from my surroundings and the procedure to get inside. I was good at assuming the code number, and we were able to figure it out in less than two minutes. Not a bad time at all.

When we got inside, we found no money, but people. I frowned, looking over at my husband.

“A set up. . . .”

“How come you didn’t figure that out before?” He growled.

“Yes, right, because assuming the cops were smart enough to arrive where we’d most likely be is something I should have known all along. Stupid me. Why did you marry me?”

“I have no fucking idea!” he shouted, glaring at me, I stepped back, feeling a sharp pain in my heart.

“Well, neither do I.”

“Could you both just stop it so we can arrest you?” Gordon groaned, I turned to him, frowning.

“Arrest? We’re psychopaths. We need to be fixed.”

“Yes, same thing, I swear,” he muttered things I didn’t understand under his breath, then cuffed us.

This was the first time we’d be back in the Asylum at the same time since we met. I was a little nervous. Would I turn back to who I was before?

“Could I get a phone call first?” I asked, poking out my bottom lip to the younger officers, who instantly agreed to my request. They thought I was pretty and wanted to impress me.

A flash of irritation appeared on Jack’s face, he turned to me. “Stop flirting.” he muttered. I winked at him, then walked up to Gordon, holding out my hand. He seemed to inwardly groan before glaring at his men, then gave me his cell phone. I examined it and smirked.

“You knew I would ask. This is a prepaid. How special I must be!” I gasped and then dialed the home number, stepping away from them as Gwen answered curiously. 

“Hello?”

“Hey Gwen, we are being taken into the Asylum, won’t be back home for a while so take care of. . . . .Things.” I could not let the police know about Kellen, I didn’t want him taken away from us. 

“Oh, oh my, of course!” she was shocked, and probably not ready to take on the role of the constant housekeeper for months to come. 

“Good, I’ll see you later.” I hung up, threw the phone at Gordon, not gently, of course, then turned to Jack. I walked up to him, my eyes focused on his. He watched me carefully as I gently put my hand on his shoulder.

“Tell me you haven’t forgotten the origin of the turquoise punchline,” I whispered in his ear, when I pulled back I winked at him as he watched me, stunned. 

He genuinely gave me a little grin. “How could I forget?”