"I hate this."
The words rang out bitterly in the mid-April air, an unhappy trio piercing the silence. Evelyn put down the fish she had been slicing into, wiping her hands onto a makeshift apron and turning to look at Joker, who was staring sourly at his arms - or rather, his lack thereof. The ex-illusionist stretched out her arms, grunting as her joints popped, and came to kneel next to the redhead, reaching up a hand and caressing his cheek.
"Figures," Evelyn said quietly, running a finger along the man's jawline. "Want to talk about it?"
"..." Once again she received no answer. Sighing, Evelyn turned on her heels, readying herself to go back to her work, before Joker's voice pulled her back once again. "It's just..." He finally mumbled, looking defeated as he leaned his head back against a tree.
"I hate how restricted this makes me. Back then, at least I had one arm - I could be useful. I held Doll when she was upset, helped Beast walk, I even scrubbed floors for a spare bit of money when it didn't feel right to steal. But now... Evelyn, I can't even hold a spoon." Joker's words hung in the air as he pressed his lips into a thin line, glancing back down to his bandaged stump and looking absolutely depressed. Evelyn turned back to the ex-ringleader, sitting down next to him and laying her head on his shoulder.
"I'm not going to say that I know how hard it is, because I don't. All I can say is that the minute it's possible, we're getting you prosthetics again." Evelyn smiled softly, reaching up and running her fingers through the redhead's hair. Her smile dropped into a frown after another few moments of silence, and she sighed, her eyes dropping to stare down at her lap.
"Want to know what's worst of all?" The words were dull, unhappy, and it took all of Evelyn's will not to burst into tears at the man's tone. "Even then, it won't be the same. I'm not able to touch you anymore. I miss the feeling of your skin, of your hair..." Joker sounded wistful as he spoke, his dull violet eyes clouded over with longing as he struggled to recall the sensation. Evelyn stayed quiet for a while, thinking, as a long silence grew between the pair.
"Well," She finally broke the silence, her eyes half-lidded as her cheeks blushed a dark red. Reaching out a thin hand, Evelyn grasped his face, pulling the redhead towards her and pressing her lips to his, using her other hand to slide down his chest. Eventually pulling away for air, Evelyn gave the man a sly smile, leaning forward and brushing her lips against his ear as she spoke.
"I think I can fix that."
Heh. Feel free to dream, folks.
Timeline: about a month after the incident at the mansion.