A/N: Smiele: Hello, and welcome to "Sympathy for the Devil"! This is the sequel for "How Do You Talk To An Angel?", and I strongly suggest reading that first to understand what's going on. But if you don't want to, then don't. I won't tell you how to live your life.
Joker: Really? There's a first.
Smiele: J's gonna help me out with the A/N's, so if that's gonna annoy you, sorry, but it ain't changing. I've tried to get him to go away, but he just won't leave.
Joker: If I were you Smiley, I'd watch my tongue before it gets, uh, cut off.
Smiele: Geez, you think the Joker would be able to take a joke. Anywho, the story is set a few minutes after they break out of Arkham, which is a year after Sofia fakes her death (spoilers if you haven't read the other story. Sorta). Also I've lost track of the timeline so let's just say this takes place at the beginning of March. Without further ado, the sequel!
Hey young blood
Doesn't it feel like our time is running out?
I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix
You're wearing our vintage misery
No, I think it looked a little better on me
I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix
Put on your war paint
The Phoenix, Fall Out Boy
Cacophonous laughter bounced off of the walls as the pair rushed towards the hospital exit. It was the middle of the night, and most of the employees had gone home. That only left the issue of the security guards.
Of course, there weren't as many at night as there were during the day. The Joker found that a bit ironic considering that most breakouts happened in the later hours, but seeing as that occurrence was working in his favor, he wasn't one to complain.
Oddly enough though, he hadn't seen any guards in the hallways. As they passed the security office, he noticed that the door was open. He stopped to go inside, maybe to let out some inmates, maybe to make a speech to them, maybe to find out where all the guards were (even he wasn't sure of what he was going to do) but Sofia tugged his hand.
"We have to keep moving, they'll be up soon."
"They'll, uh, be up? Rosie-girl, I know that looks can be… deceiving, but I find it a bit hard to believe that a five foot tall girl knocked out multiple security guards."
"Hey, I'm 5'5"!" She exclaimed. He rolled his eyes. "Although I may have had a teensy little bit of help."
"Oh, really? Who from? Hired some rent-a-clowns? I heard there's a discounted price ever since I got thrown in the nut house. And now that I think about it, why would they believe that you were a, uh, stripper?" She tugged his arm again.
"I'll explain everything later, we have to keep moving!" She made a move to run away but he yanked her back into his arms, towering over her. He grabbed both her wrists and stared intensely at her.
"Answers now. Don't make me lose my temper." He sing-songed at her. She merely rolled her eyes, knowing (or at least hoping) that he wouldn't make good on any threat. She glanced down at her wrists and lifted her eyebrows, and he released her. He expected her to stall or attempt to drag him away, but what she did next shocked him.
Throwing her arms around his neck, she dragged his head down to meet her lips and she passionately kissed him. He was startled at first, and then he matched her intensity. Never able to relinquish dominance, he pushed her up against the wall, supporting her under her legs, which were wrapped around his waist. She tangled her fingers into his hair and tugged slightly, causing him to moan in pleasure.
But the kiss couldn't last long; they were, after all, escaping from an asylum. She leaned her forehead against his, breathing heavily.
"You have no clue how long I've waited to do that." She murmured, to which he chuckled.
"Ya know, I think I've got a general idea," He grinned, pulling back to look at her. "It's kinda funny…" he said. "How a few months seem like a few decades."
Tears were now running down her face as she gave him a small smile.
"C'mon, beautiful. Why so serious?" He let her feet drop to the floor and lifted his hand to wipe them away.
"It's a good thing I don't have my gloves on; what water does to leather is just… a crime." He joked around, and her smile grew as she rolled her eyes.
"Speaking of which, I have your clothes in the car."
"Why Miss Roselle! What ever will the neighbors think?"
"Oh shut up. Come on let's go!"
And with that, the pair ran down the hallways of Arkham, and out into the night air. Sirens squealed behind them as two woozy guards stumbled out the door, yelling at them to stop; but it was too late.
The Joker and Sofia had jumped in the car and pealed away before the security guards could make it to the parking lot. The officials, gaining back their motor skills, ran inside to phone the GCPD and explain that the Joker had (once again) escaped.
Not one person saw a green clad woman sneak out of the asylum. The next day though, multiple security guards would be found dead, with a lipstick kiss still on their lips.
Once they were about a mile away from Arkham, the Joker told her to drive normally (she'd been going about 30 mph over the speed limit).
"What for?"
"Well unless you want the cops to catch on that this is the getaway car…"
"Gotcha. Slow driving it is, then."
"Where, on this, ah, fine evening, are we headed?"
"Somewhere they won't find us."
"And in the less cryptic answer…"
She smirked at him.
"It's a surprise." She taunted playfully.
"Alrigh-t, but I want some answers, Rosie-girl."
"Stop talking in your Joker voice and you'll get some."
"I'll get some? And here I was thinking you wanted to wait until marriage.
Very forward of you, don't ya think?"
"Oh shut up," She spoke lightly, hoping he couldn't see the blush tinting her cheeks in the dark. Attempting to change the subject, she asked, "What questions do you have?"
"Well, you've already said you're keeping where we're going a secret-"
"-surprise-"
"- so who helped you out?"
She licked her lips nervously. "That's a bit of a secret." He groaned at the response.
"Alright, how did you manage to get the guards out of the way?"
"Also a secret."
"Can you at least tell me why they thought you were a stripper? Or why they'd even let in a stripper?"
"See answer to questions 1 and 2."
He turned on the light in the car and gave her a solemn look. "In order for a relationship to flourish, there must be a strong base full of trust."
She snorted at the sentence and his face. "You didn't even tell me your true identity! I had to figure it out by myself!"
"Well at least the way you found out was enjoyable!"
"Yeah it was real enjoyable, finding out my best friend kidnapped me and is a psychopathic serial killer who has a fetish for dressing up as a clown and fighting a guy who dresses up as a bat." She replied sarcastically.
"Well I was actually referencing the kisses, but hey, same difference. Now tell me." His voice raised a few pitches on the last two words, but she ignored it, sighing in response.
"I would if I could, but I made a promise."
"To whom?"
"I can't tell you!"
"Why not?" He was getting mad at this point. "Because you're more loyal to that person than to your best friend, hm? More loyal to that bozo than to the guy you love?"
She groaned in exasperation. "It's not like that!"
"Oh sure it's not. Ya know, dearest, you seem like a bit of a hypocrite to me." He growled.
"Oh really?" she asked indignantly as she pulled the car to the side of the road. "How so, darling?"
"You get mad at me for lying about my identity, but the fact of the matter I you're keeping more secrets from me than I do from you! You won't tell me who helped you or how you got the guards out of the way or why they let a girl they thought was a stripper into an asylum or even where we're going! Oh right, it's a surprise."
He snarled, his voice dripping with venom. She opened her mouth to talk but he cut her off.
"And worst of all, you faked your death! You got shot and fell out of a window and leave me to rot in here for a year, thinking you were dead the whole time! Do you have any idea what that did to me? Because it shredded me inside! You were dead, and it was my fault, and I had to live a year knowing that!"
He got out of the car and began to pace. She followed suit in stunned silence, searching for words to comfort him, but none came to mind.
"I didn't think it would affect you like that."
"Apparently not. Just forget it."
"Jack, I-"
"Forget. It."
His back was turned to her and her heart shattered. Tears were running down her face, though not of the same variety as before.
"I'm so so sorry, Jack. I am. The last thing I want to do is hurt you-"
"Must be a short list of things you want to do then."
She fell silent and slowly made her way over to him. He didn't move as she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her lips against his shoulder blade.
Gradually, he turned around and she could for the first time see exactly what Arkham had done to him. Although his makeup was still on (she wasn't sure why they let him wear it), the bags under his eyes were clear. He had a general slouch to his stance and looked like he'd been to Hell and back.
She placed her hands on his face. "Please forgive me. Please. I love you so much, Jack, please!" She begged him in between sobs and he sighed.
"Don't you know that crying is blackmail?" he asked with a slight smile. He picked her up into his arms and kissed her, chuckling into her lips at the squeaking sound she made.
"Alright, let's go back to that secret base of yours or whatever." He said, grabbing her hand and leading her back to the car. She grinned at him and ran around to the other side of the car.
As they got in, she tried to talk up the place. "You're gonna love it, the place is a real circus!"
A/N: Smiele: So not much action in this chapter, aside from the beginning. But of course next chapter we'll talk about the "Mysterious Green Woman" (I'm sure most of you can guess who she is).
Joker: And maybe we'll blow up a few buildings, just for good measure.
Smiele: Until next time, my dear readers. Please review and send ideas for lyrics at the beginning! And also if there's anything you'd like to see in the story, send those ideas to me too!