Faking we touch, hope unintent
Onward we go to the world we have left - Everyone Knows/Nobody Cares

The Joker and Edie sat in their usual discussion room, the atmosphere had changed drastically from their first meeting and he focused everything he had on making her smile, laugh or even blush.

This had all been part of The Joker's plan, now a week after she had found out who he was, he had charmed her even more so, and she couldn't control her curiosity to see him everyday. It was as if she was the overwhelmed teenager again, and it disgusted him.

To a certain degree, he was pleased. Very pleased.

The small voice of Jack in the back of his head was telling him to love her unconditionally again, but this was The Joker. Not Jack.
He was beginning to like her though, in his own special Joker way.

At this point in time, they were discussing drug habits. A cocaine and heroin habit had caused strife within their marriage, and it was evident that he still was an infrequent user. For the most part of their time spent as a couple, he had been dabbling in drug dealing, and on more than one occasion she had had to give him an adrenalin shot, or slap him around, pour ice over his body and scream in his ears in order to save his life when he overdosed, for a long time she'd carried around Narcan in case of emergencies, much to both of their chagrin.

"I thought you'd stopped using, I remember you telling me you didn't… like it anymore."

"I don't like it, I just like the way it smells." He erupted into raucous laughter whilst she stared at him blankly. He never knew when to stop joking. "It, uh, keeps me skinny."

She groaned and smacked her hand against her face in frustration, the whole hour they had spent together had been filled with his pathetic jokes or attempts to wind her up, she had to admit that she'd laughed at some of them. But now it was just becoming a pain.

The door swung open and Adam's head popped around the corner, knowing the drill, The Joker rose from his chair and walked towards the door, giving Edie a brief wave and a wink before Adam placed the cuffs around his wrists and lead him out of the room.

She rose from her chair and gathered her things into her bag, it was the end of the day and she was more than glad to be able to get home.
As she carelessly shoved files and pencils into her bag, she noticed a note slip from her pad. She picked it up and skimmed over the page, realizing she'd written it to give to The Joker but had forgotten in the heat of things. Hitching her bag up over her shoulder, she exited the room and padded down the hallway after the two men, but she was too late.

The Joker was probably already in her room, so she chose to slow down.

All of the inmates were currently busy either in the rec room, the dining hall or in psychologists sessions.

As she rounded the corner to the left hand wing of the asylum, she heard Joker's unmistakable laughter echoing through the halls, and the sounds of grunts and and fists hitting bodies. At first she winced, thinking that maybe The Joker had broken free and chose to attack some men, or do more than attack a young nurse. But she shook that idea out of her head immediately, her Jack… Her Joker, more like, would never touch a woman like that. At least, he wouldn't have before. Well, not the extent of full-on beating.

As she skidded around the corner, she spotted The Joker up against the wall with two oversized orderlies both taking punches at his ribcage, The Joker was smiling and hooting with laughter throughout it all, obviously encouraging them with his nature.

She cleared her throat and both men turned around, coughing and rushing to meet her when they saw the anger in her eyes,

"Miss, he was sayin-"

"We just wanted to teach him a les-"

She cut them both off, pointing a finger in their direction, "If I ever catch you with my patient again, there will be more than just you two getting fired, that I can assureyou."

Both men gulped and nodded their heads, bounding down the hallway when she stepped aside and kindly told them where to go.

The Joker slumped to the floor, completely breathless. It barely even registered to him that she was kneeling next to him and whispering soothing words. He pointed to his torso when she asked him where it hurt, and leaned back against the wall, his smile never leaving his lips.

She lifted up the shirt of his jumpsuit and hissed when she saw the bruises already beginning to form – they were purple and nasty, luckily there were no broken ribs. Judging by the force they used, he should have had at least one broken bone.
She traced her fingers over the bruising and whimpered when he pinched her arm, glaring down at her.
She fell back on her palms and furrowed her brows in confusion, her eyes flickered from his face to the long hallway, and then she saw the figure of a young orderly peeking at them from around the corner.

This could not end well.