Part 12~ The Note

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I went to work on Monday with a skip in my step. I don't know if this is love or not, but dang it felt good. It was like I was in a dream. I pulled through the gates after showing the guards my lanyard and parked my car. I grabbed my brief case and hopped out of my car. As soon as I walked into the Asylum my dreamy mood was squashed like a nut under an elephants foot. Everyone was preparing for the new patient that calls himself 'The Riddler' and I can understand why. He is one of our most dangerous patients not to mention he has a mind that could put Einstein to shame. He almost killed Batman at one point, but luckily police were there to interfere. That was the day I realised The Big Bad Bat wasn't as invincible as I once thought he was. I dodged everyone rushing around in the hallway and ran to my office trying to escape the storm of doctors. I open my door to a dark office with daylight streaming through the blinds. I walk over to my desk not bothering to turn on the lights seeing I would have to be at an appointment with Joker in 10 minutes. My eye catches the sight of a splash of red color. I walk over to the object and as I get closer I see it's a rose. My favourite... I pick it up and smell it. I love roses because it showed me beauty can be dangerous. The beauty of the flower petals contrasted with the danger of the thorns on the stem warning off any predators. I see a note attached to the purple vase with a red smile the flower was in just moments before.
Come see my sometime~J
Slightly confused how he got out of his cell and why he didn't escape I make my way back downstairs. I walk to the basement level and show the guard my lanyard outside of Joker's cell.
"Hey you know Quinnzel I have been watching you for a while and maybe we cou-"
I don't even let him finish his dirty sentence.
"Look officer-I take a look at his name tag-officer Ziggery you need to check your place. I am flattered and with all due respect you are not my type"
He looks at me like I just slapped him. He quickly recovers and smirks.
"Listen Princess  maybe we could get together cause you are my type"
I decide to pull the big guns seeing as he won't digress.
"I still don't see how I am your type, but perhaps you would like to discuss your case with my boyfriend Floyd Lawton?"
He drops his smirk and his eyes gloss over. He mechanically opens the door and I walk in. What was up with that?
I hear his laughter as I walk in. I realised he probably heard our entire conversation since I saw yelling.
"Awww does Quinny have a boyfriend? I thought I told you I don't like people to touch what is mine"
He struggles against his restraints while laughing. I just roll my eyes.
"Sorry joker, but you don't own me"
I quickly cover my mouth seeing as I said his name. I wasn't supposed to say his name now it will disrupt my research! Something about it felt.. right though. It rolled off my tongue perfectly. He just laughs again after giving my a 'did you really just do that' look.
"You and I Quinny we are one of the same. Two pea's in a pod. When will you see that? Come sit by daddy"
I mentally tell myself to not get too close, but my body tells me to sit closer to him. So I do. I move a few feet closer to him and sit on the ground not caring it was stained with blood from previous incidents.
"Now Harley girl let's tell Mr.J about our week. I hear you have a boyfriend is this true?"
He asks and I am hit by complete surprise when he asked if I had a boyfriend. It was weird. I know it was weird, but I began feeling pity towards the psychotic murderous clown. I wanted to fix him and I will fix him. I told him this and he told me he was unfixable. He was damaged and pointed to his forehead as he explained all his magnificent tricks and schemes to me. He was just a man trying to make the world laugh at his antics. A poor soul crying out for someone to see him for who he really was. And I did see who he really was. I dated Floyd for the next couple of weeks and we have never been more close. Life was perfect. I was gonna meet his daughter and we were sure gonna get married in the future. I could see it now...Harleen Lawton. I was living the life...until everything went to hell after that. And it was all his fault.

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