Kaylee: OH MY GOD!! REVIEWERS!! I'M SO SO SO SORRY!!
Lis: She really is.
Jaden: (giggles at Justin's Joke) Wait.. What are we talking about?
Kaylee: Shut up. But I'm so so so sorry! I've been so busy with school and I hope you're all still here and don't hate me!
Joker: (Singing) I'M ALL ALONE!! NO ONE HEREE, BESIDEE MEE!
Lis: I'M HERE!
Kaylee: Wow, I guess he is pretty upset about that chapter.
Joker: UPSET? UPSET?! (pulls out knife) You don't know upset.
Kaylee: Oh, shit.
Lis: ENJOY!!

DC comic's owns Joseph Kerr
I own Jaden Smith

Chapter Twenty Five- Crossing over to the dark side.

I woke up and I was back in the bed. I felt a body beside me and, figuring it was Justin (without opening my eye's) I turned around. I picked up his hand and kissed it; immediately regretting not opening my eye's. I opened them and looked up into two, black holes. I choked out the first thing I thought of. "J...Jo... Joker!"

"What was.. uh.. that all about?"

"What was what about?"

He made a motion with his hand and brought it up to his face, then kissed it. I furrowed my brow. What to say... what to say. "I.. um.. sorry.. I didn't know.. um, I thought.. you were... um.." shit. Bad idea.

"Thought I was who? Hmm?? Your mother? Your brother? Your father? Or maybe a long lost uh.. boyfriend?"

"Well.. uh.."

"Well?"

I decided to get it over with, "I thought you were Justin,"

His face went blank, "And why did you think this?"

I sighed and he tensed. I'm surprised he hasn't killed me yet. "Why don't you just kill me already? I know you're eventually just going to do it. So just do it already," I said, sitting up the best I could and looked down at him. He had this… look on his face. I sighed and stood up; stumbling a little bit. I spotted my bag in the corner, walked over to it and began rummaging through it for some new clothes, I pulled out my bright green 'Cute is what we aim for' shirt and a my favorite pair of black skinny jeans. I pulled out a pair of socks and my boxers and walked over to the door, I put my hand on the knob and twisted. "Why do you even care?" I asked, opening the door and walking out.

I walked into the living room and found Justin still asleep on the couch. He must've put me on the bed and left when I fell asleep. I walked over to him, sat down and rubbed his back until he opened his eyes. "Hey," I smiled but then felt a guilty feeling for a reason that I don't even know.

"Hey," his voice crackled.

"Will you help me?"

"With what?" I sighed and held up my clothes. There is honestly no way I'm going to be able to shower on my own with this gash. He nodded and sat up. I stood up and began walking down the hall to the bathroom. I walked in and Justin followed; shutting the door behind him. "How did you sleep?"

"Meh," I set my clothes on the counter and peeled off my shirt and threw it on the ground; followed by my bra (what? He's seen me without one before). Then bent down to take off my pants but then winced when I did so and stood back up. I looked down and Justin was already undoing them. He better not think anything is going to happen. He pulled them down and I sighed. He reached up to grab my underwear but I slapped his hand away.

He looked up at me, "What? I'm not going to do anything,"

"No." I stated then started pulling on the edges of my bandage. I got the ace bandage off all the way carefully; only wincing a few times. And sighed heavily about what was to come. I started peeling off the gauze and looked up at Justin. He must've got the cue because he was over by me in a second; picking off the small, thin pieces of white cloth.

Once we were done he wouldn't stop looking at it. I sighed and looked into the mirror for the first time in a while. Now, honestly. Who would ever; I mean EVER think this is attractive? My hair is greasy, I look paler then crap, my eye's look like I haven't had sleep in four years, (and the funny part being I've had the most sleep ever) and… Ew. I just look like crap, okay?

I sighed and got into the shower. I looked around me. Great. I forgot my toiletries. "Justin?"

"Yeah?" the shower curtain was open and he was looking in.

"Will you go back in there and get my toiletry bag?" his eyes went wide and I watched him gulp.

"Yeah, I guess,"

"Thank you," I smiled.

"Yeah, yeah" he mumbled and disappeared. I heard the door shut and pulled off my underwear. I threw them over the top of it and reached down to turn on the water. I twisted the handle and I shuddered when the cold water hit my body, then turned to warm. I sighed; feels good.

I heard the door open then shut and then heavy breathing. "You okay?"

"Never.. Make me. Do that. Again." he panted in between breaths.

"Why?" I asked as I got my hair wet.

"I was so afraid he was going to walk in," he stated, "I would've gotten killed,"

I chuckled but then furrowed my brow. "He wasn't in there?"

He sighed. "No. And thank god for that," Then I saw a arm in front of me, at the end; my bag of toiletries. I sighed and reached out to grab it. I heard him chuckle. "I could come in there with you, if you want," I could almost feel him grinning.

"You're still not off the hook, boy. Don't press your luck,"

"Don't call me that," he stated.

"Boy," I giggled and pulled out my tiny bottle of shampoo and lathered my hair. I rinsed it and pulled out the tiny one of conditioner and squirted some on my hand. I put it all over my hair and went to my body soap. I didn't feel like asking him to find me a washcloth so I just put it on my hand and washed under my armpits, then to my legs. Ew. I swear, the hairs have to be an inch long. I sighed and looked down, lightly dabbing my large wound. I pressed one part of it too hard and I started to bleed, making me cry out lightly.

"You okay?"

"Fine," I dabbed the blood and it stopped. It looked like it had healed a bit but not the best. Once it was done I rinsed my hair and then finished my body. I put everything back into my little bag and turned the water off. Next thing I saw was a dark brown towel in front of me. I reached out and grabbed it; wrapping it around my small body. I pulled the shower curtain over. Up against the door Justin was sitting down; smiling up at me.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"Much," I sighed.

"Do you want me to get out while you dress?"

"No. I need you to help me with the bandage,"

He stood up quickly and opened a cabinet door; then pulled out a huge thing of gauze. "He showed me where all of the first aid stuff is,"

He set it on the counter. "But he didn't show me where the ace bandages are…" he trailed.

"I'll just use this one," I said, picking up the one I used off the floor and handed it to him. I picked up the boxers from the counter and his eyes flicked to them. Ha! I grabbed his old ones.

"Why do you have those?" his eyes narrowed into little slits.

"You never came back to get them," I stated; putting them up under the towel so he couldn't see. Once they were on I dropped the towel. He wouldn't stop looking at my gash I felt like covering up.

He sighed and came over to me. He put his hands under my armpits and lifted me onto the counter. He went out to touch me but I stopped him. I don't know why so don't ask. He sighed, "I thought we were over the touching thing?" I shrugged and when he reached out to touch me I pushed him away again. He furrowed his brow then tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'm not going to hurt you,"

I groaned heavily. "Fine"

He started applying the gauze and once it was fully covering my body; I let out a painful sigh.

"JUSTIN!!" That faint, familiar voice called and I groaned. Justin shuddered.

"I'll be back." he stated and walked out the door without another word.

I picked up the stained ace bandage from the counter and was going to wrap it around my body when I heard the door slam. "No, no, no, no NO!" The Joker whined; yanking the bandage from my fingers. He shoved his hands in his pockets and pulled out another clean one.

"Do you have like.. An endless stock of ace bandages in your pocket or what? I mean, Jesus, every time I get hurt you have a new one." he glared up at me as he began applying it. I narrowed my eye's. "Where's Justin?"

"Doing his uh… job"

"He was doing his job"

"No, No, No. Playing with my toys is not an option. I don't share easily," he retorted. I groaned.

I cried out as he pushed on the last of it to hard and he giggled lightly. I picked up my bra and put it around my arms; then reached behind me and buckled it. The Joker was watching just as intently as Justin had. Only this freaked me out more. "So.. You say you don't remember what happened when you did this to me.." he snapped his eye's up to mine as I pulled my shirt over my shoulders, "But do you remember the little hay day you had afterward? Playing in my blood?" he sighed and walked out the door. I groaned and hopped off the counter.

I pulled my nice tight pants over my hips and reached for my little bag. I pulled out my toothbrush, put toothpaste on it and began brushing my teeth. It felt good to brush them. Very… clean like. Once I was done with that I walked out into the hall and ducked back into the Joker and I's room. I threw my bag in the corner and walked down the hall into the kitchen.

I sighed when I sat down on one of the chairs. That was way too much movement for me. I groaned when I felt my stomach growl and walked over to the fridge. I opened up the freezer and almost leapt for freakin' joy when I saw the one.. The only… GO-GURTS!!

I was breathing heavily and pulled one out. Then I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I sighed and turned around. There he was; the Joker, sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. He sighed and looked up at me. "You know…" He started. "I think… It's time for me to let you go home,"

My eye's went wide. "What?" I choked out.

"Yeah.."

"When?"

"Right uh… now," I felt a sudden pain in my chest. The feeling of loss.

"O.. Oh…Okay" I said, walking over to the door; he cleared his throat again and I looked at him.

"I.. I may have uh.. hurt you. And made you.. uh, bleed. But.. But I would uh.. never.. Never do what he did to you," I didn't know what that meant. Did he.. Did he want me? I..

Then it came to me.

I don't love Justin. I don't pine for Justin. I pine for him--for the Joker. I was crossing the room to see him. To make him come to me. To make sure if these feelings I have are right. Right when--

"Hey, boss it's all packed and ready!" Justin chanted as he walked in and threw the keys he was holding on the table. I gulped when he looked back and forth from my expression to the Joker's. The Joker didn't look at him. He was still staring at me with that look.

Justin doesn't deserve me. He had the fucking chance. I didn't feel guilty for him at all. It was then, I crossed the room. Crossed over to the dark side, you might say. Crossing over to a world of chaos.

Crossing the room to my lover.

Kaylee: HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Joker: I thought I was the only one allowed to.. Laugh manically.
Jaden: Wow. I can't believe I love him.
Joker: I know. I'm just so great, aren't I? (slicks back hair)
Justin: (sits there appalled)
Joker: You had your chance, BUCKO!
Lis: (sniff) now I'll never get the Joker.
Joker: You were going to get me to begin with?
Lis: YES!
Kaylee: Sorry if there were any errors and if that was totally too sudden of a realization. I couldn't think of anything else except for her to just... finally understand what he is playing. Special thanks to my mommy for giving me the quote ''The ones you love will always come back if you set them free'' hence the "I'm letting you go'' thing. Sorry if there are errors. I didn't have time to pre read it. PLEASE REVIEW!