Slipping on a tshirt over my bra my knuckles lightly brush over the stitches but i ignore it squeezing my eyes shut tight and step into my short-shorts i heard banging at my door and frowned. Who the hell was here this late? Joker doesnt knock im not sure how he gets in but its definately not the front door. Walking towards it i swing it open only for joker to crash into my arms. Quickly shutting the door i notice his body is damp and his hair is sticking to his forehead.

"J what the hell happened to you?" I ask scared watching as he claws at his throat and clutches at his stomach. His eyes are blood shot red and hes twitching like a drug addict. He mumbles something before pushing me out the way storming to the bathroom and slamming it shut. I can slightly here him emptying the contents of his stomach and cringe. A few minutes later i hear the shower running and assume he's ok. I havent heard any thuds so he hasnt fallen over and passed out.

Right as im dozing off i feel a pressure on my lower stomach and look down to see its joker. I smile slightly at his childish ways and knowing he found comfort in me. He trusted me. Running my fingers through his hair he freezes and i realize he probably thought i was sleep. He slowly begins to relax and i smile wider when i realize hes showing his vulnerable side to me. I didnt even know he had one. "Talk to me j, whats bothering you" i say softly but he ignores me and lift his hand toward the lower right side of my stomach i freeze and grab his hand.

"Tell me what happened right there" he rasp out but i cant open my mouth. "Ashton i...trust you im being good you have to tell me what happened right here" he says seriously and i feel my eyes watering up and go to wipe them before he can see.

"I cant...i dont know what happened its a blurry memory. I have this ugly ass scar j, stitches and everything i cant even remember how i fucking got it" i finally crack and he looks up at me. "I have this ugly mark on my body and its never going to go away and it probably sounds vein...im a fucked up person with a messy and damaging past but when people look at my body and cant find a flaw it makes me feel better it makes me feel less damaged" i break down in tears and he sighs changing our position so that hes laying stretched on his back and im on his chest.

"Were all fucked up crying about it doesnt change a thing neither does a perfect body or face" he says gently pulling at my hair and i sniffle. As rude as that was he was right. "They drugged me up, every depresant suppresant and other stupid drug they could find. I still feel sluggish because they electrocuted me t-" i cut him off with a gasp.

"They still do electro-therapy? Wait they cant do that! They cant drug my patient without my consent!" I gasp wiping my tears and looking up at joker. "You ok? You hungry thirsty want any medication- no dont answer that last one." I ramble but he shakes his head and i yawn.

"Ill fix it j, i promise. Im glad you trust me" i say laying my head on his chest pulling the cover from the back of the couch onto us. I hear him mumble he cant wait but the way he says it i know hes not talking about tomorrow.

Opening my eyes i glance around confused when i hear mumbling. The cable box reads 8:00 and i was going to be late! Wait...This was not my bedroom! Looking up i see the joker with his arm behind his head and mumbling something. Leaning up to hear him nothing makes sense.

She doesnt remember, jack.

Take your time.

Leave her.

She needs you and you need her.

You love her but she doesnt love you.

Shut up.

Im nuts baby im mad the craziest friend shes ever had.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The last one didnt make sense. Turning to look at him i see his pale blue eyes looking at me with a blank look. He looks somewhat annoyed but it softens into a mischievious smirk.

"If you wanted to kiss me you couldve waited until i was concious, unless you did something like bit me or gave me a hicky" he says and i dont know if i should laugh or hit him.

"I always wondered if you were this much of a pain in the ass every time of the day...i guess you answered that question" i tease but his smirk grows and i realize why. I was stradling his pelvis with my hands holding me up by his hips my thumb lightly tracing the skin above his pants. Trailing my eyes from where my thumb is i become (easily distracted) fascinated with the scars on his abdomen (and maybe his abs a teeny tiny bit) and begin tracing the scars. I follow them all the way up until i notice his tattoos. Tracing the skull with the jester hat tattoo i smile fascinated with it and its design. Shocked he even let me touch it since whenever other people touch him the usually end up with broken and or dislocated bloody limbs. When i reach the tip i look over at his eyes that are watching me intently.

"What?" I ask curiously and he opens his mouth to say something when my phone rings and i quickly jump up going to get it.

"You better have a damn good reason to be late! Theres people who kill for the oppurtunities you have-" my bosses rude voice snaps into the phone and i feel my anger spark. Who the fuck did she think she was talking to? She may be my boss but shes goingto respect me.

"I actually do, and i deserve fucking credit" i snarl before hanging up and slamming my phone on the counter hearing it crack and i storm off to my room slamming the door. I hate her talking to me like some damn kid. I hated because she had more authority she felt she was better then me. Going through my closet i find a blush toned knee length skirt and pair it with a silk white button up before peeling off my other clothes and slipping on the new outfit. I quickly fill in my eyebrows since i wont have time to do a full face, not like i needed it. Walking back to the living area jokers writing something on a piece of paper and its the most relaxed ive ever seen him. Slightly smiling i go over to the kitchen to make breakfast, blt's with eggs on bagels. I grab the bagels out of the freezer and grab the sharpest knife out the drawer to cut them when i feel the hairs on the back of my kneck stand up.

"I wouldnt do that if i were you" i hear joker say and i notice the presence of something or someone and quickly turn around screaming seeing a 6 foot 5 muscular figure dressed in all black. My fight or flight instincts kick in and the knife in my hand goes through his stomach faster then he has time to grab it making him hunch over and fall to his knees.

"I warned you" joker says standing alot closer then i remembered and pulls me closer to him. Out of fear i grab onto him and hold him tightly. My heart was racing in fear and anger. Why the hell was he here? Was my house some kind of hang out for psycho's. I feel one of the day dreams start to happen but it goes as quickly as it came. It was of this cape wearing freak crouched on some metalic purple car. He pulls the knife out and grabs one of my dish towels holding it to his wound and taking a step closer but i grab the frying pan ready to swing earning a laugh from joker.

"Oh i'd love to see you explain this one, you cant beat me to a pulp this time batsy without being the bad guy." Joker smirks evily and i scoff pulling him by his ear.

"You arent off the hook either, you're still going back to arkham. For fucksake once one nutjob comes in all his little friends do too, stay here while i get my shoes" i snap at both of them before heading to my room feeling my heart race. Frying pan still in my hand and If it wasnt for my adrenaline pumping i probably wouldve passed out in fear. Slipping on my heals white coat and name badge i grab my purse and walk out to see this 'batsy' guy punching joker in the face and i gasp pushing him away. But then again its joker he probably- no he definately started it.

"What did you do?" I snap at joker but he gives a fake gasp. Yeah, he definately did something.

"Why do you always think i did something? Besides you just watched him punch me in the face thats called harassment, assault and id like to press charges" he says but i already know his playfull antics. Pulling the cuffs off the guys belt i slap it on jokers wrist and he glares at me but its every bit playful. "Kinky, id prefer a date first, but if its necessary to-"
He chides but i cut him off dragging him to the door.

"I see why he punched you in the face"

Ignoring the stares i was getting as i pulled joker through arkham and the batsy guy trailed behind us i mentally scowled. Why did i attract psychopaths? I knew the director would be comming out any second due to the absolute silence of the halls-and there she was.

"Is this enough of a reason to be late?" I glare and she looks taken back, trying to form words but nothing comes out and i smirk viciously. Thats right i just did something you never could...bitch. A group of 9 guards swarmed us before pulling me away from him and one held me back. Out the corner of my eye i see one of their battons raise and its like my body has a mind of its own because my hand squeezes the officers as my other hand rams into his elbow letting out a sickening crunch and i grab the batton from his hand swinging it into his head in a matter of seconds. It all just happened so fast like my body had a mind of its own.

Taking a step back i drop down next to the fallen officer and roll him onto his back. "Fuck, im sorry its just my reflexes react badly when i see quick movements" i squeak feeling...well i didnt feel anything. I shouldve felt bad about doing that but i felt worse that he didnt see it comming. Why was i thinking this?! Im pulled up as he's pulled away by two of the officers and i frown dusting off my skirt.

"Thats my girl" i hear joker mumble and a smirk on his face as he fiddles with the cuffs and he's roughly pulled off down the hall and all thats heard is his mad laughter.

Quickly escaping to my office i fumble around with my keys but my hands are shaking to much and i drop them. "Ashton!" I here my boss yell and i mumble fuck with a eye roll before turning towards her with a fake smile.

"Those were some intense reflexes... Have you been taking your pills?" She ask and i freeze. What the hell did she know about me taking medication. I bet it was fucking bruce.

"You seem to worry alot about drugs," i comment bitterly with a humorless laugh "like how much drugs the joker can take. Theres the rule that permits anyone including bosses from putting patients on medication without the consent of their psychiatrist, theres also another rule against over doses, and filling them with so many drugs to the point of near death...those rules dont exclude you. And if you try to blame them to save your ass i can garuntee that a room of doctors with families and bills to pay will admit you forced them before they just walk into a cell" i spit picking up my keys and walking away from her.

I hated her and everything im starting to realize she stands for. I hear nurses gossiping as i walk past and shake my head. Im actually starting to hate this place very much. Turning down another hall i hault when i hear maniac laughter and automatically know who it is. I notice theres a huge window- probably one way with 3 men watching from the outside. Looking inside i see joker sitting at a table with a man in a white coat across from him. I was his psychiatrist, what the fuck was going on?!

"Tell me about the girl" the man ask joker but he only smirks. What girl? Was it me? Of course it was me! Everyone wanted to know what it was about me that could tame the joker. But it had nothing to do with them im not sure why they cared.

"Shes your colleague shouldnt you know about her? Which im sure you do dickface, you just want to know if im attatched... If i have feelings for her or better yet is she going to be the next harleen." Joker retorts in a teasing drawl. Well i would also like to know, joker!

"I want to know what makes her different from the rest?" The man ask and joker snorts rolling his eyes. Such a typical question which would bore the joker, you had to spice things up for him.

"Shes 5'4 a hundred and 20 something pounds and took down a guy twice my size in 5 seconds, Shes dangerous. She knows how to play my games and turn it into her own and seduces me into playing, Shes controlling. She doesnt ask me pointless ass questions that solves nothing shes very smart" joker smirks looking from the man to the glass as if he knows im there.

"She cant be that smart, shes just a naive little girl" the man chuckles earning a glare from the joker and i. This sexist fat bastard!

"Oh? Come closer let me tell you how smart for a naive little girl she can be" joker hums leaning forward and i see the malicious glare in his eye as the doctor leans forward slight before a pencil is shoved in his eye which in return he lets out a gut renching scream. Joker uses his other hand to take the handcuffs he had on his wrist to squeeze it around the mans neck but suffocation isnt jokers thing anybody can tell from reading his file on the thousands of ways he killed. "Shes smart enough to know when not to get to close" joker laughs as I watch how he bashes his head forcefully into the concrete ground repeatedly until security comes in and i quickly follow knowing they couldnt wait to hurt joker. Walking in i see their batons extended and ready to swing.

"Hey! Dont hit him! I know he hit or possibly killed first but 2 wrongs dont make a right, besides hes mentally ill and a work in progress. If you hit him you can all end up in a cell right next to him" i tell them and they back up as i grab jokers arm. I could see the regretful and angry looks fill their faces as joker sends them a playful smirk before his eyes land on my angry ones.

"I dont want your lecture or punishment ill just take the beating" he groans rubbing the blood in his hands against another and now im grossed out. I see the guards looking amused and i glare at j pulling him out the room.

"So what is it two more weeks? Electro-shock therapy? Or-" he rambles and i nearly punch him in the face. Such a pain in the ass.

"Shut the hell up! I want to know how you got the handcuffs off" i admitt softly as we get in the elevator and he smirks.

"You want me to put you in a pair of handcuffs and teach you?" He says but the look he gives me makes my stomach feel tight and my whole body warm up. Was he...did he just flirt with me? Did the joker even flirt? And who was the jack person he kept mumbling about this morning.

"Whos jack?" I ask before im slammed against the elevator wall with a hand gripping tightly around my neck.