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

6: Messing With Arkham pt. 2

~*~Joker’s point of view~*~

“Do you know why you’re here, Joker?”

“Because you missed me, doc!”

The Psychologist looked at me, irritated. “I just talked to your wife.”

“Oh, how is the missus?”

She groaned. “Hopefully you’ll be a little more. . . .Mature.”

I looked at her in disbelief. “You’re new here, aren’t you.”

“Why do you two assume I’m faulty?!” she groaned, obviously my wife gave her more than she could handle.

“Because I wear a fucking purple suit and clown makeup, blow up shit and frolic around in bullet shells and you’re expecting me to be mature,” I shook my head. “Someone needs a quick nap. I could arrange that.”

“I don’t allow strangers in my room.”

“Wow, doc, I’m a married man, gross, no, not like that. I mean–ugh never mind.” I shook my head. She was starting to give me a headache now.

“Why are you with Evangeline?”

“Because she’s as psychotic as me?” I answered as if I was questioning her, I mean why was it her business why Evangeline and I were together?

“Wouldn’t she be better off without you?” 

I thought for a moment. “If she’d never met me she’d have to listen to your blabbering a lot sooner than she did. Since I’d never be able to take her out of here.”

“Is it for the sex?”

I stared at her for a moment, blinking, not able to keep my character anymore. “You ask irrelevant questions.”

“Just please answer my question,”

“I’m a villain, and you think my biggest concern is my sex life? Okay, yeah, can I go now?”

She got up quickly and angrily, I took out my knife. Her eyes widened. “I-I. . . .Uh, guards!”

The guards came in and took me away, I sighed.

“Pencil me in for Friday at four, will ya, doc?” I laughed loudly, making sure to keep the sound of my laughter in her head. I wanted her to know the consequences of her job.

When I got back to my cell, I looked over and saw Evangeline with a busted lip, sitting on her bed, reading a book. I frowned.

“Honey?”

She looked up and smiled, waving like a five year old.

“What did you do?” I questioned, I didn’t get hurt while being brought back. She really must have pushed doc’s buttons.

“Outsmarted the Psychologist, so the guard hit me on the way back!” she smiled. “Completely illegal, but I guess who cares?” 

“Which guards did it? I think they need to smile!”

She smirked. “You can’t smile when you’re dead.” 

“They’re dead?”

“Yes, they are. I think they slipped and broke their necks. Oh, dear!” I smirked wildly, Jack gripped his chest where his heart was.

He sighed softly. “Be still, my heart.” he was joking, smirking at me with lustful eyes.

“Oi, we aren’t doing any funny business in here. Bad Joker.” I teased.

“Oh, you know how ‘bad’ I could be,” he winked happily.