Wow! I got 8 reviews last chapter! I'm so happy so many people liked it! But I'm curious, how many people actually read what I'm typing now? I mean, could I say anything I wanted? Like 'my computer has been stolen by flying platypuses and I'm not posting this while using an IPhone as a computer, a T.V. for a monitor, and a type writer as a keyboard!" I'm just wondering. :)
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They lay together on the bed. Both were fast asleep. The Joker had Carson lying halfway on top of him. Her head rested on his chest while he clung to her form. There was no sound in the room other than their even breathes. Most looking at them, if they ignored the face pain of the Joker, would suspect them to be a couple, the kind where in high school they got voted with the honor of 'cutest couple.'
They might have stayed this way if it weren't for an ear splitting scream escaping from the now awake, Carson. The Joker immediately pulled out a switchblade and placed it next to her neck, silencing her. He snapped open his eyes to reveal a surprised Carson, eyes wide open in fear.
Instincts seem to take over her as she yanked his hand away from her neck and pulled his arm into an uncomfortable position. She growled at him. Her fear was overtaken by anger which was soon replaced by disgust and the dropping of his arm. She stepped off the bed and backed to the wall. She was scared, not by him, but of herself. The conjuring of her old memories had brought her back to the days she acted on impulse. The days of her staying in the asylum, of numerous adoptions and disownments. Her last family was the one who taught her self defense for they cared about her. They were the ones who brought her out of the worst stages of her depression, but even they weren't safe from her homicidal tendencies. Carson was surprised he hadn't found out about that case, but perhaps he only had parts of her life.
Anger management classes had helped her and taught the art of ignoring those who irritated you, but he, this Joker, brought out the worst in her. She felt her back hit the wall and she dropped to the ground. Carson found herself going through the steps the anger class teacher told her to do.
1. Deep breaths in and out.
2. Count to 10.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6." A breath. "7, 8, 9, 10." She still felt the anger welling up inside of her. The Joker, meanwhile, stared and thought of a nasty plan. It seemed that every second he was learning something deliciously new about Carson.
3. Do something that is calming, sing.
You say, you say that we're all tied up
And wrapped around in useless, states of mind
But at the same time we're still young
We have the time to realize that we were wrong
She felt as her pulse slowed and thoughts stopped racing. Her shoulder's relaxed as she regained control of herself. Her head fell into her hands and she shook it back and forth. Episodes were rare, but not gone.
The Joker walked over to her and offered a hand in which she took shakily. Her legs seemed like jelly as she wobbled up into standing position. He led her into the kitchen where he proceeded to get her a glass of water. She chugged the glass down the second it was handed to her. He giggled at her as she took deep breaths when her water was gone. She glared at him.
"Come gorgeous, it's time we play." He proceeded to drag her out of the place they were staying and out into the night. They walked down alleys and dark corners until they saw a lone person. The Joker grinned evilly.
The two walked in front of the lone man. He jumped when he saw the duo. His brown eyes widened. The man froze on the spot. Carson was shaking.
"Now Carson I want you to do something for me gorgeous and I will spare this man's life." She nodded from her spot slightly in front of him. "Good girl." He opened her trembling hand and dropped something heavy in it. She felt as he then took out his knife and place it near her neck. "Gorgeous." He called to her. The Joker placed his head next to hers, never taking his eyes off the man, and whispered into her ear, "I want you to kill him." Her body became numb at that moment. She didn't feel the breath of the Joker on her ear, nor him licking his lips. She stood there, frozen in place. Carson now knew what the object in her grasp was, a gun. "If you don't kill him, I won't hesitate to torture you."
Her breaths came irregular as she remembered all the times she was forced into doing something she wanted nothing to do with. She enjoyed her freedom and disliked being restricted by others.
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"Now Carson," a woman from the mental hospital cooed towards her, "you need to take your medication to get better and leave. You want to leave don't you?" Carson, now 12, looked up to the woman and glared.
".Alone." She didn't like the medication; it gave her headaches which in turn made her take more medicine. They stood in the brightest room in all of Gotham, that's what Carson thought at least. The nurse sighed.
"Calling Dr. Morse. Unwilling patient." The walky-talky she talked into was bulky and took up her whole hand, swallowing it. Carson's eyes narrowed more.
A pudgy man walked into the room. He wore glasses that were too small for his face and a white lab coat. It seemed as if everything here was white and there was no escaping it. He kneeled down to the girl.
"Carson, honey, why don't you take your meds? You know they help." She exploded at that moment. He spoke the words her dad did before he planned to kill her. She kicked the doctor and punched him several times. No real damage was done, but three guards had to come and restrain the child.
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She was released from the hellhole that morning. Something she should've been extremely happy about, but conditions were set and made. At age 13, Carson was no idiot. The only reason they let her out was to judge the way she acted. Her meds would be kept up, but now she had to deal with people on the outside world. She'd attend normal school, have normal meals, and have a new family.
The family that had adopted her were the Carson's. She had to laugh at the stupidness of it all. Her new name would be Carson Carson. She loathed it already. The family, she could tell, had only adopted her for tax cuts. She knew it due to the way they were wary and scared of her, and yet accepted the terms. They tolerated her, but did their best to stay away from the 'maniac.'
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"Earth to Carson." The Joker giggled as she snapped herself out of the trance. The gun was heavy in her hand and so was the choice. She didn't want to feel the pain of torture, but she didn't want to kill the man, at least most of her didn't. She lifted up the gun and stared at the object. It seemed so childish, a toy, but this toy could kill a person within an instant. It smiled at her as if urging her on. The gun lifted to hit the man straight in the chest, but the trigger was not pulled. She couldn't seem to will it to. The three sat there, 2 of which trembling with fear and the other trembling with excitement.
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