When I woke up the next morning, there was a ruckus downstairs. For a while, I didn't even want to get up. There were some many possibilities and if I could die by leaving this room, I wouldn't want to leave. But I took my chances because the man I love is somewhere in this house, he's got to be. So I grabbed a gun that was in the wall and I walked downstairs.
Everything was a mess. It was so ridiculous house the house could be this destroyed. Part of the reason being that when I looked down, only one person we down the stairs. Joker stood there, throwing everything he can throw and screaming whatever words can be said.
Knowing that I've been stabbed before, I raised my gun up at Joker. "Joker!" My voice was stern and he wouldn't listen to me. Of course I wouldn't kill him but there had to be damage, I'd have to do it. Joker didn't listen to me so I got closer. "Joker! Listen to me, now!" The sound of my voice finally got through his ears but he was still angry.
Joker walked up to me and placed his head on the gold medal of the gun. A deep and quiet laugh erupted from his stomach and his tattoos were glistening from sweat. "Do it, Maya. Shoot me and have a little bit fun for once." Joker was actually scaring me a little bit with how he was acting.
I was so afraid of him hurting me that I kept my gun up. "I'm not going to kill you, Joker. You need to calm down because you're ruining your house." His eyebrows raised and he took a chair in his hands, tossing it roughly to the side. It ran into the wall and made a loud noise go through the air. I kept my gun up and stayed in my spot that I was in. Honestly, it gets like this sometimes and it's scary. I let my gun fall to my side and I stepped over some glass. The room was cold and I got chill bumps on my skin from the lack of clothing.
As I stepped towards Joker, I watched as he fell to his knees and looked down at his hands. When I got right next to him, he looked up at me and smiled. "I don't remember a time where I had all of my marbles." Then his head collapsed in my legs. It took me by surprise but I finally took in the moment and rubbed his head for comfort. It seemed as though he was just having a rough moment so I helped him get back up and I guided him to the couch that was actually in place. Everything else seemed to be ruined but it wasn't time to talk about that
Joker laid in between my legs on his stomach. His eyes were shut and his arms were around my waist. "The man I was trying to kill, tried to kill me. So of course I had to fight him and he ended up dying. It ruined the plan. Why can't people just stick to the simple shit and just go with the plan?" There was no answering the question. It would only make him even more angry. To say I didn't want to deal with it was an understatement.
So, I stayed quiet and I listened to him speak. "See, I make these plans up and they always have a little joke to the plot. Everything is carefully thought out so I can have a good laugh. But some people... they ruin that. They ruin everything. No matter how hard I try to direct them to the right place." Joker paused for a second with his face scrunched in madness. "When I die, the world will rejoice and everyone will remember me. I'm okay with that, you see. But if I live my life walking around a bunch of imbeciles, then how am I supposed to laugh?" Venom of anger and frustration dropped off of his tongue as he spoke.
I turned his head towards me and sighed. "Not everyone's going to get the joke. That doesn't mean to stop. It means to move on and go to the next one. Do you realize how many people you could kill within a single breath? Go on with your jokes and shrug off the ones who try to defy you." Joker sighed to my comment and out his hands behind his head. They were very warm and I could feel it throw my shirt and on my stomach.
"Everyone defies me. Even you have. What is there to do in a world where everyone defies me?" He got up and turned to sit in front of me. His hands made gestures as he spoke. "That's why I kill and make everything a joke. All of these tiny beings don't laugh enough and they don't understand who the boss is. And you want to know who the boss is?" Jokers hand went around my throat.
Without thoughts, my hands went to his and made his grip tighter. The look in his eyes got dark and lustful. "You're the boss, Mr. J." I heard his throaty growl as he tilted his head back with his mouth wide open.
When he was done with that, he looked down at me and moved his hand to my face. There was another trip on my cheeks and he got up to my face. His silver grill was something that always made me feel some type of way towards him. "Oh, that's right, baby. Don't you forget that." A small slap on the cheek and he was getting up. Shock overwhelmed my body as I took in everything.
Joker could be both dominate and submissive towards me. Yet, no matter what I say or do, he will also always dominate me. Every time I get the submissive side of him, he comes back later with more dominance and it was something I found very... sexy. It never made sense to me, though. Joker was all over the place and even at his worse, he owned me.
I was willing to change myself for even a second just to please him. There was every muscle in my body that draws me to giving him the answer that he wants, the answer that he needs. That's not the worst part. The worst part is that I like that he has this effect on me. No one has ever made me feel so obedient. It's almost as if I'm his slave to his emotions and actions. Anything he wants, I would give him. I would feel incomplete if I couldn't please him in some way.
Yet, part of me wanted to resist him. Joker knows that I defy him at times, he told me. However, he hasn't killed me and he hasn't let me leave him since I've come back. Joker has a way of making sure he has eyes on me at all times. I'm his property. He needs me to be alive.
I'm the same way. Whether he believes it or not, I've got more eyes than he does. Todd lets me know where he is and if Joker really thinks I can't track a phone, he's crazy. If I don't know where he is then there's going to be problems. Wherever he goes, I follow and I watch. I will protect him because if I have to live for him then he has to live for me. Joker cannot die while I love him and there's no way he will die. Not with me by his side even when he doesn't know it.
Joker is my property just as much as I am his. He's dominated me and I had dominated him. I have seen his submission right before my eyes and we own each other's lives down to the last heartbeat. We are infinite and we are indelible together more than we could ever be when we are apart.
He may be the Boss but I'm the Queen and we run this together. I do what he says, he does what I say. He gets hurt, I kill whoever did it. Someone touches me, he kills them. Oh, we are insane and I love it. Joker never had marbles and I've lost mine. We are perfect together.
So, now I sit alone. Downstairs in his house that is now a mess. For once, I'm the only one laughing. And my laughs are filling the whole house. I know he can hear me and I know he is lost at thought because he doesn't know that I'm thinking about how crazy we are. Maybe he thinks that I am crazy. I hope he does. Oh, God, I'm crazy for him.
