It's been a whole month. Tonight, I get married to the man I love. I literally am about to get married to my partner in crime. Holy shit, I'm actually doing this. Joker is at home while I'm at the Wayne's mansion. Alfred and Bruce are helping me get ready. They have some people doing my hair and makeup.
"Bruce why the fuck are you letting me crash your damn party?" He laughed at me and continued to pour a glass of champagne.
"Well, Maya. You're about to have the best day of your life. You act like this is the first time I've ever had my party crashed by the Joker. Honestly, he's been a better man since you two got together." I looked at him like he was crazy. I don't agree with that statement. "Think about it," he got in front of me as the lady continued to do my hair. "He used to be alone and obsessed with me. He used to do crazy crimes and kill far too many people. Now he has a partner who helps thing be a little more organized. And he has even been nicer to me." These are all small things I never noticed.
The lady finished my hair and I looked in the mirror. The site was beautiful and I began to cry tears of joy.
"Oh, Mrs. Smith! You're not supposed to cry yet. You haven't even said your vows!" Alfred came running in with a handkerchief and I laughed. Bruce came over with a hand on my shoulder and I twisted to hug him.
Everyone was happy in this room. I almost forgot that I was a pyscho killer and stalker. There's no way that life could be so amazing right now.
Jokers POV
The boys were with me. I was in a tux, getting ready to get married. A part of me was asking what the fuck I was doing. The other part was telling that part I was doing what needed to be done. I was going to leave in thirty minutes and I was nervous. This women has changed me. She wasn't even supposed to live after I kidnapped her. Now I can't see myself living without keeping her alive.
This is what love is, I get told. The boys are happy for me, I can tell. I don't care though. Yes I do. But I don't. They don't matter. This is my day. This is my Queens day and no one else's. I was finally starting a family. This will be the first real family I've ever really had.
I'm afraid of myself. Yet, she is not scared of me. I've pointed guns at the both of us at one time, threatening to pull the trigger and all she did was grab one gun and point it at her head as well. I've stabbed her and broke her and scarred her from head to toe. I've hated the bad things I've done to her. Yet, she stays with me.
Though, she's done just about the same to me. Let's not forget how she left me. I remember that being the worst time of my life. I've never killed so many people so brutally in my life.
It's been easier, life has, since she came along. I finally have someone who is just as crazy as me but also can help me be better. Date nights where we find a victim to pry upon and cut and torture and have amazing sex afterwards.
And let me tell you how amazing the sex is.
THE BEST. I have had sex, plenty. I've been in plenty of pimp and hoe type of relationships. I fucked the living shit out of Harley on a daily. But something about Maya and sex with Maya... so intoxicating. There's never been a woman I've wanted as much as her. No, not ever. She lets me do her as hard as I want. She does me as hard as she wants. There's so many thing I've discovered about sex and fucking. I've found what it's like to make love.
Today I get to make love with my wife. How cool is that? So cool. That's how cool.
"Let's go boys. We have a party to crash." And off to the van we go.
When we arrive at the lovely destination, I laugh. None of these rich scum know what is coming for them. No, they would never know. My phone rings just as I'm about to get out of the car and I pick it up, angry that someone really wants to ruin the mood.
"What." The person on the other end gasped and I realized it was my bride. "Shit, I'm sorry doll. What's up?" She laughed and my nerves go down.
"I just got in. The second I hear for your okay. I'll see you soon!" We hang up and I get out of the car. There's a window in front of me. Huge and the perfect spot to shoot in.
So, that's what I do. My machine gun fires loud and fast and the sound of bullets hitting ground makes chills go up my spine. And I laugh. Oh boy do I laugh. What a perfect scene. A perfect break in and wedding. Oh and the frightened people. They have no idea that they might not even die.
I walk in and Bruce looks at me with a tall figure, confident and dominate. Piece of shit, how I love you.
"How ya doin' Brucey?! Do you know what today is?" He looks at me, a gun pointed, as I walk around him. The people are quiet and he gives them a reassuring nod. "Well, why don't we both tell you?!" Oh and here comes the bride.
I start singing the wedding song as she walks down the stairs. Most elegant person on the face of this earth. Oh what a lucky man I am today. "Now THATS a grand entrance people. Come here, pumpkin!" She does as she is told, Mrs. Obedient one that she is, and let's me kiss her cheek. A red lipstick mark stains her cheek. How lovely.
"Everyone has to know that I am getting married. No one knew that it would be here and now, though? Am I right?" When no one answered, I got angry.
But my bride buzzed in. "Oh, he's right. Why don't you look happy? I don't want to be a sad bride. Do you want to be a sad groom?" She turned towards me, making a sad face. Fuck, I love her insane acts.
"I certainly don't. Let the priest come in and let's get this started!"
