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I didn't know what to do that night. Should I wait up for Jack? Or should I go stay with a friend from my classes and get the locks on the apartment changed?

I knew why he did it. He knew we needed money, but I also knew the Joker was behind the bank job more than Jack was. However, I felt responsible as well. Maybe if I had submitted my first manuscript earlier, we would have avoided it and had the money we needed which came from book sales.

When I logged online, I saw his face on the welcome screen news section with a headline proclaiming "Psychopath robs bank. City calls him 'Next Big Threat'" I had fifteen e-mails and most were from his frantic mother. I could only imagine what she was feeling.

Then I heard the door open. "Gen, Gen, Gen, Genny." Jack said.

"Jack what the hell were you thinking?!" I exclaimed.

"Ah, ah, ah, it's Joker now." He said, smiling deviously.

"No. No! It's Jack! You're Jackson Gabriel Napier! Not the Joker!" I spat the name.

"Y'know…I'm kinda like Darth Vader and I quote" his voice dropped to a deep menacing and rumbling one, "'that name means nothing to me.'" his voice returned to normal. "I do something horrible for the person I love and all I get is shit! But hey, at least I wasn't set on fire!" He yelled. "And now, just like Padme Amidala, you'll die." He said, pulling out a gun and pointing at my forehead.

I didn't see my life flash before my eyes like everybody who happens to be on the verge of death does. I just saw the man I loved the most in this world, pointing a gun at me. I felt scared, angry and depressed all at the same time. Scared because as stated before, I was on the verge of death. Angry because I let myself let Jack fall from grace like this when I promised him I wouldn't. Depressed because I just lost Jack.

"No, Jack please don't do it! I love you! Stop! If you stop now, we came get out of Gotham before the police find you and pretend this never happened! Leave all this behind while we still can!" I pleaded with tears flowing from my cheeks.

Jack grimaced and pressed the gun to my forehead, but he still didn't pull the trigger.

"Jack, how could you have done something like this?! I don't know you anymore! The Jack I know would never do that, no matter what! My heart is braking because I know that you, Jack, are being consumed by this Joker. You're doing things I cannot follow you in!"

I looked Jack in the eyes. I saw uncertainty and surprisingly, love, in his eyes. "Please. Please Jack. Don't. I love you."

Then, Jack cracked. Again. He pulled the gun away and threw his arms around me. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You're my weakness! I can kill anybody, but not you! I don't know what's wrong with me! I can't control it!"

I cupped his white painted cheeks in my hands and never breaking eye contact. "Start taking your meds." I said firmly.

"No. I want to do what I want to do. I have something to prove!" He said, ardently.

"What do you have to prove, Jack?" I asked skeptically.

"That you're the only person in this god damned planet that can't be bought! You're pure, Gen! Even that Batman idiot everybody is talking about now!"

I didn't know what to do. My brain told me that he could do it again, that what he said before was a bold faced lie, but my heart told me otherwise. I knew that Jack needed me just as much as I needed him.

"Fine Jack. Do whatever the hell you want. Two rules and if you really love me, you'll follow them. I don't want to hear about what you did and no rape!"

"Cross my heart and hope to die." He said. "Speakin' of death. Here, take this." He said handing me the gun he had threatened me with seconds ago. "If anybody found out that I have a wife, they'd come and get ya. No body can know we're together. It'll be our little secret!" He said chuckling, and putting the gun in my hands. "Use it if the time comes." He said.

He stood up. "Don't wait up. I got to find my…entourage." He kissed me. "Love ya!" He said walking out the door.

It's been three years since that happened.

When revenue from my book started to flow in, I bought a house on the edge of city limits. Jack comes home every few days, stays awhile and leaves to murder someone or burn something down. I ask myself how can I still share a bed with that man, in his arms no less, every night he's home? Truth is, I don't know either.

He's been arrested several times and is always thrown in Arkham but somehow escapes whenever he wants. He's like freaking Houdini! He's never stayed more than a few weeks!

And since nobody but me knows who he really is, I can't be linked to him. I guess I'm grateful for that at least.