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

3: Playful Genius

I walked down the hallway of the Asylum with a skip in my step, giggling, swishing the chains from my wrists as if they were nothing confining at all.

Jack watched me with curious eyes, and as I turned to look at him, he nervously smiled. He hadn’t seen me this carefree in a while, and he seemed to be adjusting to the change back to old Evangeline.

Someone pulled on my chains, causing me to fall backwards, but Jack caught me swiftly, carefully placing me back on my feet. I turned to glare at the meanie who pulled me back. It was a man with a buzz cut and a devilish scar across his chin. 

“Don’t be so fucking happy, bitch!” he growled, Jack stiffened in his place and glowered at the man.

“You don’t have enough scars, I see,” Joker spoke, tilting his head, staring at the man with his smoldering rage. “I can fix that.”

“Hm, honey, I think he also needs a makeover,” I spoke, standing next to Joker and slinging my arm around his sides, leaning on him gently. “He doesn’t look as pretty as you do.”

Joker snickered, approaching the man evilly, who backed up nervously.

“There are no k-knives in this p-p-place for you to use on me!”

“I’m The Joker, and ah. . . .” he pulled out a knife. “I can do a hell of a lot.” he gently pulled out of my embrace to corner the man. I stood back and watched with fascination. 

“Oh, sweetheart, you just made my heart skip a beat,” I commented, I knew how he liked compliments when he was in perfect character.

He flashed me a grin before slamming the man against the wall with a knife in hand. Sadly, a group of guards came and disarmed Joker and I before we could actually do anything fun. Him and I were placed where all of Gotham’s best criminals were, where we couldn’t escape and where we had limited freedom. It was okay, though, since I could just break out and break into Joker’s cell. Wasn’t brain surgery.

He was conveniently right across from me, but the space between us was pretty big. The cell had a thick piece of see through material in front of us, and it was hard to break. Still, I saw the little gap the wall had on top and jumped, holding onto that little gap and squeezing through it, landing perfectly on my feet. 

“Damn,” I heard Joker comment from his cell, I turned to him and winked.

“Oh, that’s nothing,” I turned to see Catwoman in the cell next to me. “Try doing that in Blackgate.”

“Why are you here?” I questioned, confused. “You don’t usually come. . . .Here.”

“Well, I guess they changed their minds about my mental status,” she shrugged, sitting back on her bed. “We all just break out anyways, right? Doesn’t matter.”

“You’re right,” I nodded, then turned to Jack’s cell. I ran to it, jumping up, gripping onto the gap and carefully fit myself through. I landed in front of his bed, lying on it and groaning softly. “That’s so tiring.”

He lay next to me, snaking his arm around my waist and pulling me close. He started to gently play with my hair, then laughed softly. 

“What is it?” I asked, frowning. Was he laughing at my hair again?

“Nothing, just remembering when I first saw you. You were such a handful to the Arkham staff that they let you sit in a stall with me, breaking all the rules they should be enforcing. But I’m kinda glad they broke it,” he smirked. “Now I got a sexy wife.”

“Oh, you do, hm?” I batted my eyelashes at him, gently resting my head on his shoulder.

“Please tell me how many playful geniuses there are on this Earth.” he pointed out, eyes locked on mine. A grin stretched onto my face.

“Two.”

Him and me. We were both very smart, but we still were playful. I realized that he’s never found people with both traits.

I snickered.

“What?” he sat up curiously.

“Bonding while in a cell, I just find it funny that we need a cell to convince us we’re in love still.”

“That’s just how we are,” he shrugged, then grinned. “Wanna go destroy stuff?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” I smirked.

Hand in hand, we went to Arkham’s machinery room and raised hell.