Psychotic Love

Chapter 2 - I'm Great Puddin'

3 months of knowing the Joker. 3 months of jokes, charm, and confusion. The confusion part came from not knowing about my feelings towards him. Also not knowing how he felt about me. Or if he even felt anything about me at all. He was always telling me how I am oh so beautiful and funny. He was very flirtatious I'll give him that.

He knew exactly how to talk to me. He was the only one that did. I felt an odd sense of security around him which I had never felt with anyone before. It really made no sense considering he was always in a straitjacket or cuffed to the table during our sessions. But this made me need to see him. I have to admit that our sessions were mostly made up of me gawking at him or talking about my life. But, he actually listened to me and seemed to care about what I was saying.

That was something nobody had ever done for me and it made me feel important.

But our last session together at Arkham, boy did I break the rules. Everything changed that day. Everything.

It started off as a normal session. Well, as normal as any session with the Joker was. Which trust me, was never normal.

I had broken one of the main rules at Arkham: One must not come into physical contact with any patient of Arkham Asylum.

I broke that rule when I placed my hand on top of his cuffed ones. It had been the first time I had ever touched him. The first time I had ever felt his skin. Once I felt his touch I was flourished with little emotions. I don't know why I was taken back by the fact that his hands were warm like any other persons. I guess it was the fact that his skin was bleached white, just looked like it would be cold.

He looked down at our hands, my small one over his bigger ones. It wasn't a big eureka moment for him as it was for me, but there was something there.

"Careful, this may look a tad unprofessional to your supervisors." He commented in a self-confident tone. I paused for a moment and thought about hat he said. I was past the point of caring about what my supervisors did. I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't help myself.

I suddenly got out of my chair and leaned over the desk to attach our lips. There was only a tiny moment of awkward. This was because he didn't kiss back right away. I assumed it was just because he was surprised, but he then pressed his kiss harder into mine making the kiss needy and clingy in a way. It was this exact moment I realized that nothing would ever be the same. It is when I realized I was hopelessly in love with the Joker.

He wanted to bring his hands up to my face however his hands were still cuffed to the center of the table. Whether or not the Joker brought his hands up to my face didn't really matter though, since two orderlies and Dr. Arkham (my supervisor) came bursting through the room.

I gasped when one of the orderlies grabbed me by my forearms, ripping me away from the Joker. I assumed his hysterical laughter would erupt at any moment since he would usually find a situation like this funny.

To my surprise, when I looked at him he wasn't laughing. He wasn't anything. He just stared at me in amazement as I tried to fend off the orderly. While being focused on me, he didn't see the other orderly right before he punched him in the face.

"Hey!" I yelled, now freeing one arm from the orderly. I don't know why I did it... or even how. I took my free hand and quickly twirled around to push the orderly away from me which freed my other hand. Then with one kick to the ribs, he was slammed against the wall.

Then the hysterical laughing came from the clown behind me. "Ms. Quinzel!" Dr. Arkham hollered. I spun around and was snapped out of whatever I was in. I no doubt had the look of a dear caught in the headlights.