I do not own Dark Knight or any of the plot or characters. I only own Jack and Luna.

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I woke up groaning a few hours later. I gasped when I realized that I was lying on a cot in a padded room. "He truly put me in the asylum," I thought before standing up and banging on my door. I tried to open it but it was locked. "That asshole," I yelled very upset as I kicked the door. I kept making a racket until an attendant came to my door.

"Why are you so upset?" the woman asked me and I growled at her. "Why am I so upset you ask? I'm pissed off because my stupid boss put me in here to keep me safe, which is so stupid. I don't need his protection, and I certainly do not need to be placed in an asylum for protection," I yelled angered at the woman.

The woman took a few steps back away from the door and she sighed. "I thought you were just a new crazy in habitant of this place," she whispered but I heard her and growled at her. "How about you say that to my face," I yelled as I slipped my hand through the bars and grabbed her shirt collar and pulled her hard against the door. The woman gasped and gave me a fearful look. "Get me a phone right now," I whispered very upset to the woman attendant. She nodded and promised to get me and I pushed her away from my door, and she proceeded to scramble away to get a phone.

"Oh I'm going to kill that man," I thought annoyed as I paced my room and wished my boss was here so I truly could kill him. I know the man likes to keep his employees safe, but this is overboard right here. Before I could think any more painful thoughts of Mr. Wayne, the woman attendant showed up with a phone.

She handed it to me through the bars in the door and I gave her a small smile. "Sorry to be so harsh, I'm just having a very bad day," I said to try and make up for how I acted before. The woman smiled a bit and nodded. I quickly dialed in Mr. Wayne's phone number and waited for him to answer.

After a few rings he picked up the phone and said, "Hello?" I smirked and took in a deep breath before yelling, "You dickhead, you really put me in the asylum. I can not believe you. You better come here right now and get me out, because I'm sure that you have to be the one to do it. If you don't come here then I'm going to break out and make you be in a bigger world of pain then you can imagine."

I took in a deep breath and waited for Mr. Wayne to reply. He sighed and I could hear him rubbing his ear. "I hope I made it bleed," I thought glaring at the phone. "Fine I'll be there soon," he said and hung up. I smirked before smiling at the woman attendant as I handed her the phone. "May I ask you for a favor?" I asked her sweetly with a cute pout. She slowly nodded and I smiled and whispered, "Will you bring me the heaviest and hardest stapler you've got in this asylum, you can take out the staples and keep them if you want, but I just need the stapler?"

She sighed and decided just to get it for me, because she knew I'd probably cuss her out if she didn't. "I'll be right back with it just hang on," she said and walked away. I smiled and did a small happy twirl. "I love staplers," I sang as one of the doctors walked past. He gave me a confused look and I laughed. "Staplers hate you," I yelled at the doctor. He was a young man and he looked like a new guy. He quickly ran away at a brisk pace after I yelled him.

"I wonder if they are going to put me in a straightjacket. They better not," I thought with a growl as I looked out the bars in the door. The woman attendant arrived soon and she handed me the stapler. It was stainless steel and was very heavy. "Nice," I thought and smiled at her. "Thank you," I said and hid the stapler in my hoodie pocket, the one where your hands go.

"If anyone asks, I did not give that to you," she said before walking away. I laughed and gave her a mock salute. "Yes sir," I said as I sat on the little cot waiting for Mr. Wayne to arrive. I surpassed the time by singing and dancing to a few songs while waiting for him.

I quickly stopped dancing when I heard Mr. Wayne talking with a doctor as they headed to my room. I smirked and quickly stood in the middle of the room with one of my hands in my hoodie pocket on the stapler. "I won't miss this time," I thought with a smile.

The doctor and Mr. Wayne stopped in front of my doors. The doctor unlocked my door and opened it and then he walked away. My boss gave me a charming smile and I glared at him. My hand tightened on the stapler just a bit. "I'm sorry Luna, but I thought this would keep you safe," he said with a light hearted shrug. I gave him a fake smile and threw the stapler at him. He was too slow to see or even dodge it, so it hit him right in the gut. The air rushed out of his lungs and he bent over holding his gut. "Oh Mr. Wayne, let me tell you something. I can take care of myself and locking me up like a caged animal will not make me a happy woman. Next time you have some crazy idea on how to keep me safe, don't do it," I said in a deadly whisper in his ear.

He groaned and I laughed as I pushed him over. "You still better come to work tomorrow," he moaned out in pain. I stared at him incredulously and laughed really loud. "You're crazy; you still want me to work for you after doing that?" I asked and he gave a small nod of his head as he coughed and tried to catch his breath. I laughed and shrugged. "Whatever Mr. Wayne, I'll come to work tomorrow, but I'm going home now. I hope you enjoy that wonderful new bruise," I said before walking out of the asylum.

It felt nice to be back on the streets and in the open air. I wouldn't really call it fresh air, because it's not fresh, it's polluted. I smiled and did a few stretches before jogging home. I almost knocked over a few bicyclists, but I restrained myself from the temptation. "Man I want some ice cream," I thought as I ran home quicker.

"I win," I yelled happily when I reached my apartment, even though I wasn't racing anyone. I quickly unlocked my apartment and stepped inside and locked it back. I pulled off my hoodie and set it on the couch. I smiled down at the beautiful necklace the Joker had given me. The diamond dancer shined and twinkled in the light from my apartment. I smiled softly and quit playing with it and headed to the kitchen area. I opened the freezer and pulled out some chocolate ice cream.

"Yummy," I said as I grabbed a spoon and dug into the ice cream. It was a little lonely in my apartment without the Joker so I sighed and walked into the living room and turned on some music. "I should get a pet," I said out loud to no one. Well I thought I was alone, but I was proved wrong when I heard a voice. "Can I be your pet?" a voice asked followed by a crazy laugh.

I smiled and looked behind the couch. Joker was leaning against my bedroom door. "Are you potty trained?" I asked with a smile. He thought for a moment before nodding and said, "Yes, but I'm not being fixed." I laughed when he winked at me. "Who said I would make you get fixed?" I asked with a wink before taking a bite of ice cream. He smiled a true smile again and walked over to me.

He sat down on the couch by me and I fed him a spoonful of ice cream. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the taste. "So can I ask you a question?" I asked and he said, "You just did." I laughed and said, "So it seems, but I want to ask you another." He shrugged and opened his eyes and looked at me. "Shoot," he said and I smiled.

"Why do you like me?" I asked in a whisper. He smiled and rubbed a finger over my cheek. "You're my beautiful dancer," he whispered back. "So you like me because of the way I dance?" I asked and he nodded. "Is that the only reason why you like me?" I asked a little hurt. He shook his head and said, "At first I was intrigued by your dancing and I enjoyed our little battle by the window, but now that I've gotten to sit and be with you, I enjoy being here with you. I like you for you." I smiled and put down my pint of ice cream and hugged him.

"Are you sure that you want to be with me? I can be pretty crazy at times," I said and he just gave me a weird look before laughing. "Your craziness fits perfectly with mine," he said and I smiled. "Go craziness," I said and pumped one of my fists in the air. He laughed and then sighed when he looked at the time. "I have to go see a patient at the hospital but I'll see you again soon Luna," he said and lightly kissed my lips. "How did you know my name?" I asked as he walked over to the window. "I looked at your ID," he said as he threw my ID card onto the couch. I laughed and shook my head at him. "Bye," I yelled as he slipped down the stairwell.

I sighed and turned on the TV. News coverage everywhere was talking about how Harvey Dent and Rachel had been parts of the Joker's plans last night. Rachel had been killed and Harvey Dent had been severely burned. I felt a little bad for Harvey, but I didn't miss Rachel at all. That woman was always so afraid of me when she had no reason to be. It's not like I wanted to hit her with a stapler like I always want to do to my boss. "I hope Mr. Dent can still accept himself with his new appearance," I thought before looking down at my white skin. I smiled softly as I traced the scars. "I still accept myself," I whispered before standing from the couch.

I stripped out of my clothes and stepped in the shower. Today has worn me out. I took off the beautiful necklace and placed it on my nightstand before walking into the bathroom and taking a shower.

I sighed happily as I slipped on some underwear and a dark purple night gown. I walked back into my bedroom and saw someone in a nurse outfit sitting on my bed. I frowned at the figure because I couldn't see it well in the dark. I turned on my bedroom light and chuckled when I saw that it was the Joker in the nurse outfit. He frowned and asked, "Does it make me look fat?" I tried to quit laughing as I walked over to him and took off the nurse's hat and put it on. "No, it makes you look sexy," I said with a wink and he laughed.

He pulled me into his lap and took his hat back and I pouted. "I was enjoying wearing the hat," I said and crossed my arms over my chest. He laughed and poked my nose and said, "Sorry but it doesn't go with your nightgown." I smiled and shrugged. "I guess it doesn't," I said and smiled before giving him a kiss on the lips. Even though he had scars on his cheeks, they felt soft on my cheeks as I kiss his soft lips.

He smiled and kissed me back. We lied back on the bed and he massaged my wrists for a second before stopping. "Where did you get these scars?" he asked as he brought my wrists up close to his face and looked at them. I sighed and got underneath the bed covers. He joined me after taking off his nurse's outfit so he would be in his boxers only. "My parents gave them to me," I said with a glare at my wrists as an image of me as a young girl was chained up in a basement and I was screaming for help as the shackles cut into my skin.

The Joker listened intently as I told him about my scars and some of my past. He brushed away a stray tear that slid out from my eye as I finished my story. "They'll never hurt you again," he said as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I smiled softly and snuggled into his chest. "Will you stay the whole night with me?" I asked because I didn't want him to leave and then I'd wake up alone. He thought for a moment before nodding. "I'll stay," he whispered and kissed my forehead before I fell asleep.