Unlike the all but familiar tune, 'Two lovebird sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G' for the two of us it went something a little more like this 'two crazies sitting in a tree L-A-U-G-H-I-N-G L-I-K-E-A-C-O-U-P-L-E-O-F-N-U-T-E-R-S' because that's us to a T.
Instead of meeting like any regular couple (crashing into each other on the street, planes, buses, you get the vast picture) doing the whole 'love at first sight' bullshit that I've heard so much about, it all began in an asylum.
Yes, folks, the nut house, it may not be the best place to pick up a date but didn't I say my new boy-toy is the one and only Joker?
(the one that almost brought Gotham down in flames of red and white)
And he's crazier then me and Sylar combined.
And he's so shiny (like Peter, Mohinder, Adam and Sylar the first time they came rolling it, just to leave a wreckage as they went), my brand new toy and he only shines, with that king of all grins, for me and me alone.
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"Hello there, beautiful (and you are beautiful)."
Just looking at him (grinning away at me if I was the Alice to his mad hatter, which I hear he does to every breathing female here) you could tell what was missing, the one thing that made him, and so as always they made sure to take that away first.
So before me wasn't the man in make-up (the only straight guy that could ever pull it off), no, he was just a loon with scars that when stretched out could touch the ceiling and back.
"I know, anything else you'd like to point out, scarface? And anyway isn't there a rule about females and males sharing loony-bin rooms?"
(hmm...maybe it was because I set all four of my other 'female', even if you could the last one that, hair on fire with one twitch of a finger.)
"Well, I guess they broke them just for the two of us maybe they know something we don't, Blondie (is it real or fake, maybe I should just take it by the roots.). Soul-mates. Hahaehahaahehaheahaahahaenahhaaaeamahehahahahamaehhahahamaheaa."
And that my friends, excluding everyone with a name starting with the letters, S, P, A, and M (each one of you know who you are and be ready to pay, but not by my own little hands, hehehehehe), was how I came to met the one and only Joker.
"Nice to me you too, top bunk is mine, touch it and die a great and blue death, just try me, assclown."
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Never in my life (filled to the brim with toys in all shapes and sizes and all those crazy times) had I laughed so much, which didn't help me get out of this goddamn place any sooner.
But even though leaving was the one thing I wanted to do, when it would come true (with only me, myself, and I to welcome me back into the world) there would be one thing I would miss about this hell hole and that was him.
(because he'll never get out, and I mean never. Not even good behavior, which he despises with all of his clown heart, could save him from this fate.)
So instead of saying our goodbyes (which would not hold any tears but a whole lot of snorts and giggles) we planed the greatest escape know in this place (and to man), which so far has been good at getting the crazies and keeping them, well, they used to be.
When the day came (when they smiled down at me, in their white coats and needles hidden in deep pockets, and said 'now, Elle, be a good girl') instead of a goodbye there was only a kiss and one single word 'soon'
And those son of a bitches had no idea how soon.
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Three days (four hours, five minutes and ten seconds) after I was released back into the society like a good 'reformed' crazy once again every person in Gotham shook with fear because of the Joker (even the Batman let out some not very nice words when the news hit his bat-ears).
(all of those foes the strange and normal, the normal these days were so very few it was quite scary, were wasting away behind bars because of one man who is almost as strange as them, the Batman.)
And so we both have been in hiding and in the public eye (in hotel rooms, lairs and places of all kinds), because you know us, we need the limelight just to stay alive and so far we've been getting so much of it our egos have grown fat with glee.
(and all of that terror that we've have put in to their little human hearts)
Sadly for me, all the knowledge about enemy number one (besides Sylar, 'who will be dead very soon' as the boyfriends always says), the Batman, comes from him because I haven't had the pleasure of meeting the great bat myself.
But I doubt that will last very long, because of my line of work (being crazy 24/7) and the man who calls me his boo.
And that day will be so much (crazy!) fun I doubt I'll be able to stop laughing.
Mhahaeheehahahhhmheeahheehhaehhhmhheeahahehahahaha!