Sugar

Cherry Red Jello

HERE WE GOOOOOOOO!

I'm gonna do a few chapters tonight to get the ball rolling btw!  Thanks so much for your patience!

The lunch room was filled with groans, hacks, and giggles by the time noon struck the old bell towers of Arkham Asylum.  Some inmates lining up to receive their daily substance and medications, others, like Harley and Jerome, sat off at a table already.  Their trays of untouched food sat neglected in front of them, all except the cherry jello, while surrounded by Jerome's following he had created overtime.

  Harley sat with her bottom on the seat, but her legs were draped over Jerome's lap, crossed at the ankles.  Her hair in pigtails as she sat the prison treat, humming a soft tune to herself.  Jerome however, sat ridged and anxious, hunched over the metal table, playing with his thumbs deep in thought...until he glanced up seeing his new neighbor and friend of 6 weeks standing in line at the lunch cue.  Jerome sits up, kicking Harley's feet from his lap and standing by the pillar beside his table. 

 Harley just ignored it, she knew what he was doing anyway, and knew not to come unless called for.  She sighs, glancing at the scar across the top of her right hand that held the spoon she was eating with.  She talked back to Jerome once, a spork ended up slashed on her hand.  Yep, never again.

Jerome watched as Oswald sat down at a table far from his own, alone.  Jerome tightens his jaw, glaring with dark eyes as he throws a Joker card he stole from the Bicycle deck in the recreation room.  Oswald looks at the card as it lands directly in front of him, trembling as he met eyes with Jerome.  Jerome's face stays the same as he turn to look at Harley, waving her behind him to follow.  She complys silently, following Jerome as he takes 3 long steps over to Oswald's table.

"Is this seat taken?"  Jerome asks sarcastically, staring down at the empty chair.  Harley all but reads Jerome's mind as she circles to stand off behind Oswald.  

"If i say yes, will it make a difference?"  He asks, shaking in the ginger's presence.

"Ya know iv'e always been a fan,"  Jerome says quickly, sitting down.  "When you got locked up i this loony bin, I expected great things....A murder or two, maybe a, a, prison break?"  He says, disappointment followed by a bored tone in his voice.   A tone Harley knew all too well.

"But all you've done is mope for the last 6 weeks." Jerome growls out, glaring dark eyes at Oswald, sending a shiver down Harley's own spine.  But that's when Oswald tried to stand.  Harley took quickly action, locking her pale hands on his shoulders, and shifting all her weight down to sit his back in his seat.

"Siiiddown" She says in one long command.

"If you must know, I cannot escape."  Oswald rushes out.  

"Whyyy?"  Jerome croaks, a smile slithering onto his face.

"None of your business."  Oswald snaps back.  Harley's head tilt in mocking confusion, as Jerome's head slowly turns to her, holding that lovely smile.  Harley makes a similar smile as she diggers her long nails into Oswald's shoulders and neck.  Her nails painfully jabbed at his through his Arkham uniform, and slid easily into his neck like butter, drawing light blood in the process along his neck.  Oswald spills instantly about his deal with a Sofia Falcone woman, Jerome yawning in boredom.

"What a boring story,"  He growls, as Oswald struggles against Harley's hold.  

"If it's something I can't stand, it's someone...boring,"  He growls out.  Jerome glances up at Harley, flashing a wink towards the young blonde.  "Right, Harls,"  

Jerome turns around, pointing out an inmate across the room who sat alone, surrounded by Jerome's following as they picked at the poor man.

"The last person who bore-d me was Detrex."  He says, glancing back at Oswald's trained eye on the dark haired man across the room.

"So I had to boost the juice on his shock therapy sessions.  Now he pees himself ten times a day and sometimes...."  Jerome says, turning back to face Oswald head on. "Poos himself."

"Well that's very sad,"  Oswald says, slight sass in his voice.  That didn't fool Harley and Jerome, they could hear his swallow his cowardliness before he pushed those words out from his stomach.  Harley frowned, and watched Jerome's smile tighten into a thin angry line.

That's when Jerome pulled a plastic spork from his pocket, pointing it at Oswald with wide crazy eyes.  Harley's breath hitched, knowing that he kept the exact silverware that scarred her skin.

"I'm gonna cure you of this attitude, Oswald!"  Jerome says excited as he plunges the spork into Oswald's cherry jello.

"I'm gonna find the entertaining guy, I know is inside of you,"  Jerome promises through a mouth full of jello.  

"And when I do,"  Jerome says, his tone turning sinister again as he stands from the table.

"Ouuuu we're gonna have so much fun together."  He promises again, waving over Harley as she steps from behind Oswald, returning to Jerome side as he guides her back to their table, leaving Oswald behind them.