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

11: Recruitments

“Hand in mine, into your icy blues, and then I'd say to you we could take to the highway, with this trunk of ammunition too, I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets.

I'm trying, I'm trying, to let you know just how much you mean to me, and after all the things we put each other through and

I would drive on to the end with you, a liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full, and I feel like there's nothing left to do, but prove myself to you and we'll keep it running.”

I listened to my music and let a soft sigh escape my small mouth, running my fingers through my hair while letting out a soft chuckle. My Chemical Romance was such a fantastic band, they always knew what words to use. One of the few bands that had the ability to connect to its listeners with every beat of the drum, strum of the guitar, and sweet symphony of their passionate, powerful voices. 

Jack never complained at my music choice anymore when he finally paid attention to the lyrics. He appreciated My Chemical Romance since they had an element of darkness that played out beautifully.

He lay next to me while playing with a strand of my hair. He chuckled softly to himself, I turned to look at him with a confused frown.

“Where did all the playfulness go?”

“I am playful when I wanna be,” I stuck my tongue out at him, then snickered. “Don’t be a boob.”

“Oh, I’m a boob now?”

“Hm, no, you’ve always been a boob.”

“That’s comforting,” he sat up and pulled me in his lap. “And you’ve always been such a nuisance. But so much fun.”

“Hell yeah I’m fun,”

“Speaking of which, could you find fun henchmen?”

“I did!”

“You found Whitney.”

“She’s fun!”

He gave me a look. 

I sighed. “You mean ‘fun’ as in a mass murderer or something.”

“Yes!”

I shook my head. “No thank you!”

“What?” he put his arms around my waist. “And why not? How is that not fun?”

“Because he will try to assert dominance and I will have to kick him in the face.”

“. . . .That is oddly specific.”

“I’ve done it before. Four times,” I shifted and crawled out of his lap. “Look, if you’re looking for a henchman, don’t get a mass murderer. Get one that has just discovered his cruel nature, but hasn’t used it to kill yet.” I walked over to the crib and pulled Kellen out, lying him down on the bed in front of Jack.

“I’m going to go recruit some more but I have to tell you, Whitney is quite the fighter,” he got up and grabbed his coat, gently kissing Kellen’s cheek before heading for the door. “Four henchmen tried to have their way with her and she knocked them all out.”

“Have these henchmen been punished for it?”

He smirked. “They’re dead.”

I nodded, getting up and calling Gwen over.

“Could you care for Kellen for a moment?” I asked her. “I have to go discuss something with someone.”

Gwen nodded and headed to the room with Kellen, starting to lull him to sleep as I headed down to the training room, where I found Whitney going at it at a punching bag.

The room had mirrors lining it so no one could get injured or threatened without others seeing and stepping in to help. It controlled the commotion quite a bit. 

She was able to notice me whilst in the middle of punching, and stopped, turning to me, panting heavily.

“Who are you?” I asked her, setting my hand on my hip, watching as she stiffened and adverted her gaze.