Two's a Company
Vera.
Three days. It's been three days since I've last been to work because I called in 'sick.' In reality I decided to spend the last seventy-two hours in the house with Jack. We haven't left each others' side and did almost every thing…naked. It reminded me of our old days together when the Joker wasn't such a huge threat, when he was not as busy as he used to be either with committing a crime or spending time at the Asylum. "I've missed this." I said to him quietly as my fingers traced the outline of his face. "I miss just being with you because you're always away." I admitted to him as he moved closer to me and pressed his lips on my forehead. Jack apologized for being away as much as he was but made it a point for me to understand that he had to be. "I know." I tucked the sheets around my bare body at the thought of him leaving me once again. Being with him the past couple of days made me realize just how much of him I've missed. It's really always has been Jonathan, with Jack gone I forgot the sensation of… him. The two have always been polar opposites. Jack, the brave and the bold one who always had this rough side to him while Jonathan was the timid one who finally got enough courage to let me be his first kiss when he was 19. The two were different but I had completely forgotten that. It was when Jack and I were making love did the fact I was with two men hit me once again.
Yes the two had times when they were gentle and rough in bed, but Jonathan seemed to be more dominant in bed than Jack was. Jonathan liked to be on top, he liked to lightly choke me when he had the chance or sink his teeth into my skin. He loved it when I would scream his name or beg to come for him. It wasn't like I hadn't minded, that part of him turned me on in so many ways. Only in bed, getting intimate with Jonathan did I see such a side of him. Jack on the other hand was more passionate. He would whisper sweet nothings into my ear as he gently thrust into me, or kiss down my neck or massage my hips if I ride him. You would think it was the other way around, that Jack was much more rougher and Jonathan was the shier one in bed. It wasn't the case. It was weird to think, but that was just how it was. I didn't mind it.
"So when is this master plan going down?" I asked Jack a few hours later when were out of the bed and into the kitchen making ourselves a nice lunch. In a third party's eyes, we would have looked like a normal couple, leading a normal life. It was a Sunday, maybe an off day for both Jack Harrison and Vera Dupont, the couple clearly just got out of bed with Vera sporting one of Jack's old shirts. Jack who still just in a pair of boxers had worked long the previous night at his job in the office. A normal couple, who had a well off income, and leading a happy life. That wasn't it. She was a psychiatrist who was dating two men whose sanity has definitely left their heads. He was the Joker, the Clown Prince of Crime, the Harlequin of Hate. They could never be ordinary. "Well?" I asked when he took five minutes to answer.
"Who knows doll face." He shrugged his shoulders, but in reality he had it all figured out. He didn't want her involvement in it because her life would definitely be in the line. She was better off away from any involvement in this plan. It was complex, it was going to take years. "Who knows…" He repeated again before he returned to what he was busying himself with. Our comfortable silence as we waited for the food to be finished cooking was interrupted by Jonathan who barged through the door. He took a brief look at us before he headed straight towards his room. "I think Johnny boy's upset you've been spending more time with me."
"That, or his Scarecrow business could be getting to him more than ever." I frowned at the thought of him possibly losing it completely to him. What would become of Jonathan if he let the Scarecrow take over? That's what I didn't like about his alter ego, how much control he can't seem to harbor. It worries me everyday. I looked back and Jack and decided I didn't know what he was thinking. "Should I go talk to him?" I asked curiously, ready to get out of my seat. At least when I was with Jonathan a majority of the time, I acknowledged Jack. Now it had been Jack and I, it seemed I somewhat cast Jonathan off to the side. But who knew when Jack was going to come back to me. He could be gone the next day for all I know. "It's the last thing I want, for him to give into his alter ego." My frown deepened. I felt Jack's hand cup my face. We stared into each others eyes and I could tell by the look he was giving me, it meant that he was going to talk to him when he can. I mouthed a thank you to him. "I'll just see how he's holding up for now." I say as I rose from me seat and went into his room.
There were three bedroom, two bathroom in this house. Initially, when we had purchased the place, it was had one master bedroom and two guest bedrooms. But we had decided to combine the two guest bedrooms to make another master bedroom, then the smaller bathroom the guest bedroom. I never really had a room to call my own in this house but that was okay. It would have been selfish of me to call an entire room to myself for the two to have to share one. Besides, it seemed highly unlikely for two men who have their own things going for them to share a room together. In the end, I ended up with most of the closet space in both their rooms and would cuddle up in bed with either one of them. Mostly I'm in bed with Jonathan because I am not only tired of sleeping alone but Jack is not always there to occupy the other room. Whenever he was here though, I would gladly join him in bed. If I'm lucky enough for him to be here more than a week, that's when I begin to alternate each night between who I lie in bed with.
"What do you want?" Jonathan questioned in a harsh manner, with his back turned to me when I entered the room. "Oh… sorry Vera, I thought you were Jack for a moment." He admitted when he side glanced me. He had peeled his shirt off, it lie on the floor like an old snakeskin. My eyes scanned his back muscles. Even though it didn't look like it under his fancy suits, Jonathan had muscles, he worked for the toned body. "Come on in." I closed the door behind me for I crawled onto bed with him. My lips planted themselves softly against his bare shoulder. I trailed kisses from his left to right as I sat quietly behind him. We soaked up the moment together. He knew what I wanted to talk to him about and I knew that he wasn't about to give me the answer. "I'm fine Vera, I promise you." If only I could believe.