JOKER'S POV
Rejection. Complete and utter rejection. My body remained frozen as I heard her door slam further down the hall. The horror on her face was, by no means, enjoyable. My clock squeezed inside my chest from the utter annihilation of my self confidence. When was the last time a toy ever made its owner feel like s***? A tiny portion of me was also...frightened, for lack of a better word at her widened eyes. Another part of me was livid; how dare she, a mere toy, reject me? Even the twinge of annoyance of when Blood came and snatched the last toy, Alice, from my hands paled in comparison to the feeling which tortured my body now. She can't do that. Only I am allowed to reject her. Only I am allowed to see her sweet smiling face. Only I am allowed to take her when I please, whether she wants it or not. Why couldn't I take her? I wanted her. I wanted to see her lavishing figure tossing and turning on my bed, intertwined with mine, face contorted in the sweetest of agonies as I stained her canvas.
That precious toy... Isn't it only right for a toy to belong to only me? For a toy to listen and obey every word and action of me, her master? My heart panged at the very thought. I want her.
I want her pains, her happiness, her sorrows, her discomfort, her smiles, her frowns, her tears, her annoyances, her deceitfulness, her forgetfulness, her responsibility, her...everything. Everything, from the strands of her hair to the tips of her toes. I want it all. Her body, her eyes, her mouth...I closed my eye, still tasting her soft as butter lips. I sighed as the constricting feeling returned.
I wanted her as she was; a woman. A living, breathing woman to stay by my side no matter what happened. I wanted her to be here at the end of the day to comfort me, to love me and only me. No one else was allowed to see her. Hear her. Touch her. Or even be blessed with her intoxicating presence.
"Ah...it seems that I've had it wrong...," I muttered, leaning back on myself who came after the realization hit me.
No...from the moment I heard her violin she was a toy for me. A most precious toy there ever was or will be. A toy was she but now...so much more so is she than ever before. 'Toy' is an understatement. Jackie is so much more.
Alice was a toy to play with. I thought it to be fun taking Alice away from their desperate hands. It was enjoyable to see them squirm after having the foreigner taken from them. I frowned and sighed, craning my head back to rest on my double's shoulder. This game of mine has backfired. I thought that it would be fun to take the foreigner and play with her before returning the broken in toy.
"Alice was a toy," I paused as the full magnitude of the situation fell on me, "but Jackie is our toy."
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They've finally realized it! This may or may not be the end; I'm having trouble deciding whether to make another or leave it at this and go straight into the next series based off of their little discovery. Thoughts? Comments? Questions? Let me know and I'll get back to you real quick! :D