His priced possession

Little chat

"We need to talk." The look in Jokers eyes were not the looks I saw a lot. Not towards me anyway. Seriousness and anger were shining in those green eyes. And that's when I knew.

I was in trouble.

"What is the matter Joker?" I asked with suspicion not able to hide my nervousness. He never wanted me to call him Joker. It was always J or he would prefer daddy J. Why? Don't ask me.

"Crazy Harley here says that you have been outside the walls again when I was away. Is this true?" 

Wtf?! I haven't been outside the walls! I was to scared of being caught again that I wouldn't dare to even try it! Wait. Harley has made this up! She was mad because she thought that I had stolen her stupid cheap lipstick. That crazy little bitch! Oh she really is on my bad side now. 

"I do not know why Harley would think that I was outside the walls again but I do know that this information is false. I have not been outside the walls and I will not try to do so." I formally replied. I couldn't lose my temper now because that would summon other thoughts in his mind. He seemed to be satisfied with my answer because his eyes were getting the same looks again. Looks that he always had towards me; Passion, tenderness, lust and sometimes when he was in a very good mood he would show love. Well love,... in his mind love meant that he was owning something and he would be very fond with the possession he had. In this case that was me.

Harley however was not pleased with my answer...

"She is lying Puddin! I saw her and I caught her. She was running away again! I think you should throw her in the dungeons or torture her or kill her or experiment with her, just do something horrific to that ugly bitch!" She yelled at him which made him pretty mad. With one swing he threw her across the room where she fell against the closet. 

"I don't like it when you boss me around Harls... Remember that I am the boss here and that I am the one that choses punishments for the victims." His voice was low and full with venom. The emotions of this guy are so strange. One moment he seemed to be the happiest man on earth and the other he looked like he would like to blow up the earth. And sometimes you can't even see if he's happy or mad or sad. A total puzzle.

His voice brought me back to reality

"Now I think that this has been an mistake. I think that Harley saw someone that looked like my doll who was trying to escape. Who this person would be is a mystery but to be honest I don't give a damn. Now Alice dear, why don't you go downstairs and ask old Philly if a package has been arrived."

I nodded and stand up to walk towards the door but Joker pulled me in a possessive embrace. His lips crashed onto mine. His tung invaded my mouth and he immediately took the dominant position in our heated game. When I was out of breath I pulled back. I have to say Joker was an amazing kisser. Not paying any attention to Harley who got up from the ground I walked downstairs to find Philly. 

He was reading a magazine on the couch. As soon as he saw me he placed the magazine behind a pillow hoping that I didn't see anything. Joker must have threatened them with horrible threats when I would see something that I wasn't supposed to see. 

"Hi Philly, I came to ask you if there is a package that has been arrived. J said that it should have been delivered not to long ago." 

"I don't know anything about a package little one, I can't help you." He waited for me to go away so he could get back to reading his magazine but I wasn't done with him. Not yet.

''Well that's a shame. J will not be pleased with this information. He really looked out for this package. Don't you know anything about this package? Every info is welcome.''

I knew that I had scared him. Whenever J was not pleased he would take it out on his henchmen. I just wanted to know what kind of package it was.

"All I know is that the company where it comes from is having a hard time. I don't know why but that's all they said to me when I called them."

"What kind of company is it?" 

"A gun company that is not suitable for little girls like you now if you would excuse me, I need to help poor Rick with his injuries." And with that he walked away. Stupid Philly. Never revealing the whole truth about something.

I heard strange noises coming from upstairs. Probably Harley and Joker fighting again. Maybe it's better if I go to the garden, giving the two devils some quality time. After all I had to plan my escape. 

I already knew when I was going to escape.

Tonight when everybody is asleep.