Joker had the news playing in the background as we played poker. It was an amazing game to drink and smoke to. The lack of anything special in the middle was kind of joyful. We had guns, knifes, a bra, and even a chewed up piece of bubblegum from Jokers mouth. He said it was sentimental because it was his favourite piece of gum he has ever had.
I thought I was winning, I had given up so much and had the perfect poker face out there. However, Joker had the better hand. "No fair, J! You fucking cheated man!" We laughed and he picked up his gum, placing it back in his mouth. He then proceeded to look at his new gun and three knifes. Then, he played around with my bra.
Joker gave me a funny look as he let it dangle from his finger. "What do you expect me to do with a females bra, Maya?" I tried to reach for it but ended up missing as he lifted it up higher. "Hey now, I never said I wouldn't keep it as a prize." Joker and I laughed and picked up our mess. When we walked over to the bar, I poured us some more whiskey.
"Joker, do you think Blaze is really working on our side? Lex did say there were people saying I was me and me was working with you." There was no other way to be more confusing but he understood it.
Taking a sip of his drink, he shook his head. "You've done so well at staying out of those places. But it's dumbed you down. Everyone talks in prisons and asylums. That's what we do, dollface!" He laughed and set his drink down before coming to me. I tried to run away but it was no use. Over his shoulder I went and we spun around and around as I hit at his back playfully. Our laughter filled the room and he let me go on his back as he walked to his planning room.
This room holds more than just notes. Pictures and plans and times and names and anything you could imagine. When we worked together, it was even worse. I had to get even more detailed information than him.
I was in the blouse and some cheeky, black, laced underwear. There was still that comfortable feeling between us two that let me be able to be this exposed. "So, you've got my knifes and guns, give me your plans for whatever this is." Joker wasn't big about sharing his plans if they weren't finished. The fact that I haven't even heard about them meant that he wasn't even ready to discuss it with himself.
Joker brought me down and then sat down on a chair. I followed and sat down across his lap, bridal style. He picked up a long piece of paper and pointed at a man. "This is Syme. For some reason he thinks he can try to kill Batman. I've got to give him props because he did punch him. Well, he lives somewhere that I don't know. I want to find him and kill him." I nodded and he flipped the page. A lot of notes were scribbled out so he threw it back on the desk.
His arms wrapped around my waist and I thought. "Well... what if you soak him in an acid bath? Or what about setting him on fire and letting him run through the streets? OH what if you tie him upside down on a sky scrapper and then just leave him there?" Joker was deep in thought and then patted my back for me to get up. I did as he was told and then followed him out of the room.
The whole way to his room, he was quiet. That was until he took his shirt and pants off and put on some sweats. "You're not bad at planning but I do want to do this one alone. Just because he's trying to kill my Batman, ya know." I nodded and he threw me a shirt. "You can stay here tonight and have a more... comfortable shirt to sleep in. I'll sleep on the couch downstairs." On the outside, I acted okay with this. On the inside, I wasn't. Part of me loved the intimacy that Joker and I have been having all night. If we could sleep together, it would be even more great. At least I have his shirt to sleep in for the night. That's peaceful.
Perhaps we could sleep together, somehow. If I beg him, but that's too clingy. Or if I make a lie, but I'll feel bad. Maybe I could just ask him like its no big deal. Ten seconds of courage was all it takes in order to just burst something out, right?
For now, I'll just go with the rest of the night until we sleep. "Its one in the morning. What are you wanting to do?" I asked as we walked down the stairs. A yawn escaped my mouth and he looked back at me. "Well, Maya, I was going to get one more glass of Whiskey because I'm an alcoholic and then I'm going to watch the news until I fall asleep." A smile was shot my way and we walked over to the bar. "And you?" He asked and his voice was starting to get raspy.
Another yawn escaped my lips and I gestured for him to pour me one as well. "Clearly I am tired so I am thinking about doing the same thing. It's been a long day. Maybe I'll sleep in in the morning, if that's okay with you?" The question escaped before I could think about it. It's been a long time since I've spent a lot of time at Jokers.
Joker wasn't phased a bit. "Sure, Maya. But don't be surprised if you wake up and I'm not here. A villain needs to go grocery shopping still and have a little bit of fun." He walked over to the couch and I sat down next to him. The news was on and played the same old batman, crimes, and economy.
It was all of the stuff that Joker enjoyed watching but I had absolutely no care in the world for it. I was willing to go through it, however, because I loved him. "Did you know that the first time I ever got drunk, I was 12? My cousin gave me a drink and I was such a lightweight. Now it's hard to get drunk unless I almost die from the consumption." Joker looked to me as we chuckled. The memory made me miss my family but it went away fast.
"What was it like in your family?" The question shocked me. No matter how personal and deep we got, he'd never discussed family with me.
"Well... we were great. I was a great child who was smart and athletic. My parents pushed me to do my best but I pushed myself even more. I was in every choir and orchestra class and club there was. I did every sport I could and they were all there to support me. Never missed anything." Joker nodded and gulped down the rest of his drink. I did the same and he started looking at the time.
It was almost two in the morning and I was now even more tired. Yawning has now become something I despise due to how many times I have done it. "Well, I'm going to head on up to bed, alright J?" He nodded and when I got off of the couch, he laid down. Part of me was sad that he wasn't going to walk me up but I stopped being so dramatic and walked up alone.
I took my shirt off and got into the bed. Though I was tired, I could not sleep. My eyes were closed for a while but nothing was happening. The fan in the room was making my nose get stuffy but if I turned it off, I'd be far too cold.
Today was a great day and an amazing night. These were the times that I cherished the most. Hanging out with Joker all day and acting like we were in the good old days. There wasn't a single thing in this world that I would trade that out for.
I just don't believe he feels the same way. At times I do but sometimes, he's mean and pushes me away or doesn't take my affection. It's really hard for me to show him how I feel when I'm scared of myself, let alone his reaction to it. Maybe that was just something I needed to not care about. I was caring about too much and there was only one thing that I actually needed to worry about. All of those unnecessary things were getting in the way of the real thing. Which, of course, was what we were.
