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Kyra had to constantly provide herself with a cup of coffee in order to stay awake all day long. She tried to remain focused when her patients were there but when she was left alone she felt like she could sleep almost anywhere. It was only lunchtime and she had decided to give the Joker his medication and just ask to go home. There was also this party tonight and she had promised to go. And taking the rest of the day off for once was not such a big deal.
She walked slowly up the Red Floor and signaled for the guard to open the door wordlessly. She got in and almost fell down on the chair like a bag of potatoes.
"Had a long night?" he asked with a grin. Kyra unstrapped him and took out a pill giving it to him.
"Not a big talker today huh?" he said, swallowing the medicine. Kyra rubbed her eyes and rested her elbow on the table.
"So, any master plan for tonight doll? I'm sure you don't want to stay over again. I mean, doing the walk of shame once should be embarrassing enough" he said walking around his cell.
Kyra winced at his comment and laid her head on her arm "Just" she said and motioned with her hands for him to move around the cell before she had to go. She closed her eyes and yawned, too tired to bother if he would hurt her.
"That's no fun" he said in a deep, sneaky voice. "I mean, I crave human interaction" he said ironically "It's not very polite for you to come here and uh, sleep. Twice"
"Oh I'm so sorry your majesty" she said opening her eyes and sitting up straight to look at him "Next time I'll put on a costume as well. Maybe I should put on a show for your grace"
The Joker remained silent for a moment, thinking to himself. "A costume huh?" he said and pierced her with his eyes with innuendo.
"You are.." she said shaking her head and rubbing her eyes. "Anyway I'm not going to come tonight I have plans. I have to figure out how to give you your pill"
"Maybe you should let me loose and then I can take it myself" he said with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah that's exactly what I'm gonna do" she mocked him with wide eyes. "Maybe I can get someone to come-"
"Save it doll. Just give it to me tomorrow"
"That's not right for your body"
"There are many things not right in this world" he said and sat down on his bed with his back resting on the wall. "So uh, I'm guessing you have a date"
"Huh?" she turned to him disoriented.
"Tonight, what's the big plan?"
"Oh, just this party" she said quickly and then gulped.
Stop, telling him stuff. She thought to herself fiercely.
"Anyway, I have to leave, so" she said indicating the bed.
"Alright, but you owe me fifteen minutes tomorrow" he said lying down on the bed. Kyra strapped him down and left the room.
She heard her alarm clock buzzing in her ear and she had to suppress the urge to throw it across the room. She turned it off and looked at it. 8 PM. She had slept for five hours straight and she was feeling much better now.
She got up, ate something and took a shower before starting to get ready. She opened her closet and sighed. She scanned her clothes with her eyes and then shrugged, already knowing what she was going for.
She took out her favorite black dress and put on some music on the radio as she got ready. She had to flip through the stations a couple of times to find something she enjoyed. No pop, no romance, no, no, no…
There it was. Some rock ought to do it.
She did her makeup, emphasizing her brown eyes with some eyeliner, mascara and black eyeshadow, trying as best as she could to do a smokey eye. When she was finished, she tried on her black dress. She adjusted the leather belt-like area of the dress around her waist and looked at herself in the mirror satisfied. She let her hair loose and just brushed through them, giving them a nice wavy look. She put on her heels and observed her reflection. Something was missing. She took out her red lipstick and tried it on. There. All Better.
She was out the door and heading towards the bus station in five minutes. It was already 9:45 and she already knew she was going to be kind of late.
And she was.
She knocked on Michael's apartment door, and she could here muffled music behind it. He opened it up and the sound just erupted in her ears.
"Hey! You came! Come inside" he said grabbing her hand and pulling her with him.
"I brought you some whiskey" she said giving him a present bag. "Happy birthday"
"Thanks girl you didn't have to" he said. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder "Sarah and David are in the kitchen and Janine should be somewhere around here too" he said and she nodded as he walked away.
No Sarahs tonight. Nope. Nope.
She thought to herself and as she did, she spotted the short, blonde nurse appeared in her line of vision.
"Hey" she approached Janine with a smile.
"Oh thank God" she said and grabbed her hand firmly "You have no idea how sick I am talking to your associates. Thank God one of you has a brain" she shouted over the music
Kyra laughed to herself.
"You want a drink?" Janine said and began preparing her one. She looked at her with narrowed eyes "You are a Jean and Tonic girl"
"I am a whatever is on the menu girl" she said and Janine laughed as she began preparing her drink.
"So we never really talk" Janine said as they began drinking "How are you enjoying Arkham Asylum?"
"Well" Kyra thought for a moment of what she wanted to say and then changed her mind "It's fine I guess. It's ok for now"
"Yeah that was weak" Janine replied.
They kept drinking and talking, both trying to stay away from everyone from the Asylum.
"You girls having fun?" Michael said, resting his hand around Kyra's shoulder. Again. Kyra narrowed her eyes, denying that it was anything else than friendly.
"Yeap" Janine said quickly "We're on our second drink are we allowed a third one?" she asked him.
"Why wouldn't you be allowed?" Michael asked confused.
"I mean maybe you don't have for everyone or something-"
"OK trust me when I tell you, I am trying to get everyone to drink more than one because I need those bottles to leave the house. Seriously I don't know where to put them anymore. Just today this girl here brought me a whiskey! I don't drink! Where am I supposed to put it?" he said moving his hand to Kyra's waist.
"Well it seems like you're drinking right now Mike" she said moving away from him discretely.
"This doesn't count" he said lifting his finger "It's my birthday"
"Right" Kyra said with a raised eyebrow.
"Let's do shots!" Janine said grabbing the tequila bottle.
"Nonono I really don't do tequila" Kyra shook her head.
"Come on just one!"
"I will puke on you" Kyra warned her.
"Just one! Don't be a baby" Janine said handing her the glass forcefully.
"One two three" Michael said. Kyra stared at the glass and then shrugged, throwing it back.
"My throat-" she said and her sentence was cut short by a cough.
"You can't hold your liquor woman" Janine said in disappointment.
"I can I just forgot how much I hate tequila and why" she said as she swallowed with a face of disgust. Janine erupted into laughter.
"You should see your face" she said. Kyra laughed, feeling a little dizzy as she took out her phone to check the time. And froze.
Seven missed calls from Arkham.
"Uh I'll be right back" she said and walked out of the apartment, trying to find a quiet place. She called back and the nurse answered almost immediately.
"Dr. Johnson?" the woman said.
"Yes, How did you-"
"There's been an incident. With Patient 4479"
"Who's that?" she said, trying to adjust her eyesight.
"The Joker ma'am" the woman said angrily. "Apparently he pulled hard on his bonds and rubbed his wrist many times or something and slit his wrist open. The guards said they didn't touch him. He is stable now we took care of it but he won't let anyone examine him"
Kyra's eyes widened in surprise "I'll be there as soon as possible" she said hanging up the phone. She ran down the corridor, turned around hastily to get in the apartment and say goodbye. Then sprang to the opposite direction again towards the exit.
Concentrate! No time for goodbyes now!
She got a cab and in ten minutes she was outside the facility. Thank God Michael's house was nearby. She ran up to the elevator and as she got in, took three deep breaths. She was super tipsy and that tequila shot at the end had done its job making her slightly nauseous.
She walked up to his cell and the guards opened the door swiftly. She paused then, taken aback by the scenery.
The Joker was on his bed, laughing, the sheets covered with his blood and the nurse trying to check on his wrist again, was standing six feet away from him with tear stained eyes.
"Ah thank God!" she cried out when she saw Kyra and began weeping as she practically ran out of the room.
She remained frozen for a moment, not sure of had happened.
"Ok..ay.." she said almost to herself before sitting down on a chair next to him "what happened?" she said taking his wrist.
"I got bored" he said flatly.
"What do you mean you got bored?" she said with indifference removing the bandage from his wrist to observe the wound. It was a deep cut and it seemed to her like it was done by a knife. She blinked slowly trying to readjust her vision.
"Who did this to you?" she said still holding his palm. But as she looked up, he was staring back at her amused.
"Are you high?" he asked her simply. Kyra flinched embarrassed and looked down at his wrist.
"No!" she said forcefully.
"Then you're drunk" he said in a matter of fact tone.
"No! Will you tell me who did this to you? Don't tell me you did it yourself because this is a knife injury"
"I told ya and you didn't get it the first time. I got bored" he said still observing her. His gaze was darker than before or so it seemed to Kyra. "I like the eyeliner on you"
"Tell me who-"
"And I think black is your color. This little black dress of yours really does… emphasize your uh, body" he said as his eyes flickered down to her cleavage.
"If you don't tell me who-"
"Check under the mattress" he simply stated. Kyra looked at him confused. She was not fully recovered yet and so when she stood up she almost lost her balance. She heard a giggle behind her before reaching the end of his bed. She put her hand under the mattress and gasped when her fingers found a cold solid object. She grabbed it and pulled it out.
She observed the kitchen knife with wide eyes. She glared at its bloody blade and felt her stomach turn at the realization that he did this to himself. But she knew he was too smart for it. He didn't want to kill himself. It was something else he was after.
But wait. How did he do that if he was lying down… she thought to herself before turning around.
Her mouth was immediately covered by his hand and she was pushed hard against the wall.
"Shshshshshsh" he whispered as she tried to escape his grip. He was blocking her every move with his body that was completely aligned with hers and was basically waiting for her to stop fighting.
"Did you really think that I was waiting around all this time for you to let me loose? Oh doll" he whispered to her "You are in over your head"
She tried kicking him in the groin but her legs were trapped between his "Attatatatata" he said still covering her mouth. "It struck me today though, that you chose to go to a uh, more personal meeting that our own. I was, to say the least, heartbroken" he mocked her and then giggled. He pushed her body hard against the wall, causing her to stop fighting to get free. "And then maybe tomorrow, you'll have another meeting, and the day after another that you just cannot get out of" he said in a girly voice. "And on and on and on and my point" he said gripping her chin, finally removing his hand from her mouth. But she didn't scream "Is that, when you make a deal with the devil, remember. He's the devil" he spat out hatefully.
She was looking at him with half closed eyes and her breath came out with difficulty. Suddenly, his whole demeanor changed and curiosity crossed his eyes. He sniffed her, getting closer to her and as he did so and Kyra had to move her head to the side in order not to bump noses.
"You smell like you were having fun" he said with a grin, as her breath obviously reeked with alcohol.
"What makes you think I won't tell everyone what you did?" she finally said.
"What makes you think you get to walk out of this cell alive?" he said cocking his head to the side. "Come on. You wouldn't risk losing your job. I mean, what if someone told them that you let me go every time you were in here?"
Kyra gulped and stared back at his amused eyes in terror "So what now. Are you gonna kill me?" she said in a trembling voice.
The Joker stared at her as his tongue darted out, licking his scars. He moved closer as his hands traveled down her sides to her waist but he was still pressing against her.
"I'm in a huuuge dilemma" he said in a whisper "Maybe I should just kill you and get over and done with it. The worst thing they will do is strap me down again and have someone watch over me" he mumbled to himself. "but on the other hand… I do like that lipstick on you" he said. "What to do…what to do…." he said, licking his scars "Well, only one way to find out"
And with that, he crushed his lips against hers with force. She whimpered and punched his back as he did so, but her arms were very weak from drinking and her legs felt as if they didn't want to support her anymore. He suddenly grabbed her arms and pinned them against the wall, forcing her to stop moving. Kyra squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his lips ravaging her own and his tongue exploring her mouth vigorously. He breathed in and let out a manly growl as he pressed his body even tighter on hers. She whimpered again, trying to get out of it but he just was so much stronger.
She could feel his hot breath on her face as his curls brushed the side of her cheeks. He bit down on her lower lip smoothly and then kissed her once firmly, before exploring her mouth again. As he went on, she suddenly realized that his kisses had grown more erotic than before. He bit down on her lip again and his eyes half opened for a moment, before his tongue was in her mouth again. He got softer as he did that and Kyra realized that he was no longer pressing up against her so roughly. It was rather comfortable now.
And after a moment. She realized why.
Her legs were no longer fighting for him to get away, but were pressed up against him tightly. Nor were her trapped hands scratching or escaping his firm grip against the wall. On the contrary, her fingers were entangled with his own in a firm grip. And her mouth was not screaming or whimpering for help. It was moving along with his as he explored her mouth in detail.
In other words. She was responding to him.
Kyra opened her eyes and grabbing the opportunity, she kicked him hard in the groin. He doubled over and she ran towards the exit with force. She locked the door behind her and turned to the guards in shock.
"He got free! The Joker got free!" she shouted, already feeling like the worst bitch in the whole wide world.
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