Sorry for the delay, been sick lately and not feeling up to thinking much less writing. But here is the next chapter for Past Meeting the Present.
(? POV)
The feeling of his hand around my neck had me feeling to many things, but the anger was winning out and my foot came up suddenly connecting with his groin. Which had me suddenly flying and my back landing against the wall before I fell to the floor. The pain was pretty bad, but I ignored it and looked up to see a gun aimed at me, while Joker walked towards me with the same feelings a blaze in his own eyes. "Oh now you're going to kill me!" My own voice was deadly as we stared each other down, my eyes narrowing as he continued to point the gun at me.
"I'm thinking about that is for sure. You just fuckin kicked me in the balls woman! Are you really that stupid or did you think I'd just roll up and be at your mercy?"
"OH, that is so rich from the man who just held me up by my own throat up off the fucking ground. My feet weren't touching it Joker! So who was trying to kill who first?" I semi growled as I moved to stand, rather stiffly from hitting the wall, using my hand to steady myself against the wall. Slowly raising my eyes back up to him and glared at the gun before letting out a frustrated breath. "Just put that fucking thing down, if you were gonna shoot me you would have done it by now. We both know it."
This was clearly not what I had in mind when I came here, but it seemed almost inevitable really given how things had gone since I first arrived.
Slowly, moving my hand from the wall I pushed away and stood up on my own and felt my back pop a little before exhaling slowly. Going to be sore for a few days I knew that much given how hard he tossed me. "What the hell is your problem? You have that blonde….you have Harley why the hell do you keep insisting I'm your fucking wife when you have a woman?"
A growl came from him before he turned and threw someone I didn't see at the wall, smacking the gun against the side of his head and waved it in the air. "You don't fucking get it do you? Yes I'm with Harley, I made her and she fell in love with me, but you...you are my fucking wife. We're married have been before I turned into this. Why can't you see that? See me…" His voice was demanding of his words and suddenly he was there in front of me once more and I was forced back against the wall, looking into the eyes of The Joker yet those weren't his eyes staring back at me.
But before I could even try and think of anything to say, my lips were blocked and claimed by his own.
(JOKER POV)
Having my hand around her throat felt both right and yet so very wrong, but I still couldn't release her well not till she kicked me and I had no choice. My anger and pain flared together and I sent her flying into the wall like a rag doll. A hint of remorse in me for hurting her and I hated feeling that weakness. Briefly. Though I didn't hold back from keeping that gun aimed at her right after, the anger so clear within my eyes at the moment wanting her to see and finally understand.
"Oh, now you're going to kill me!"Her voice was actually like mine and if I wasn't so fucking pissed I might have actually smiled. But this was not the time nor the place for smiling at even a small hint of victory in my eyes.
Instead, I decided to answer her stupid question or rather a statement, "I'm thinking about that is for sure. You just fuckin kicked me in the balls woman! Are you really that stupid or did you think I'd just roll up and be at your mercy?" A hint of my anger seeping into my words even when I tried to hold it back, but she had fucking kicked me in the balls anyone else would have been dead. But I couldn't just shoot her.
"OH, that is so rich from the man who just held me up by my own throat up off the fucking ground. My feet weren't touching it, Joker! So who was trying to kill who first?" Her growl had my own coming right back and I felt a hint of my desire to shoot her grow before I forced it back again knowing how much I'd regret it, keeping the gun aimed even as she finally moved to stand back up using the wall to keep herself steady.
"Just put that fucking thing down, if you were gonna shoot me you would have done it by now. We both know it."
"What the hell is your problem? You have that blonde….you have Harley why the hell do you keep insisting I'm your fucking wife when you have a woman?"
Fuck even this version of Jeanine knew I'd of killed her already if I was going to. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell is it about this damn woman that I can't escape? Watching her a moment unable to hold the growl as she almost went to insult Harley again, but thankfully caught herself and instead I did suddenly growl turning and throwing the glass I'd been using earlier at the wall and then hit my head with the gun before waving it and feeling utterly and completely frustrated. "You don't fucking get it, do you? Yes I'm with Harley, I made her and she fell in love with me, but you...you are my fucking wife. We're married have been before I turned into this. Why can't you see that? See me…"
My voice was demanding of her to understand, yet I wasn't even sure she ever would and then I found myself once more in front of her. Forcing her back against that wall and staring at her, but I could feel myself looking at her how I've always looked at her. Seeing her not as I was now, The Joker, but as who I once was Jack and I couldn't hold back grabbing her lips with my own and kissing her in such a way that even I wasn't too sure the emotions all behind it at the moment.