I found the note the Joker was referring to the day before. I continued reading the piece of paper over and over again in his chicken scratch.
Madeline my sweet cheeks,
The plan I have for you is simple. You need to get your sweet desk where we consummated on back. When you disappeared, they were able to replace you with some guy. Don't worry I took care of that. Now walk your pretty self into the asylum and get that job back. Keith will help you move to our old home so you look "normal." Keith will make sure you are safe and sound. Don't want nothin' comin' after you. I want you to be my doctor. After all, you know me best!
-J
I ran a hand through my brunette hair before pulling the ends infront of my face. I eyed the split ends before dropping it landing on my waist. I think it's time for a new look if I need to go back to the office. I looked around the bedroom where the Joker and I shared for months now. The house wouldn't have his smell. No, not anymore. The house has all of Eric's things... I need to do something about that. The door squeaked open bringing my attention to the intruder. Keith pointed to the piece of paper, "You read it yet?"
I nodded, "Course I read the note."
I let out a heavy sigh, "It's not going to be easy going back to the asylum."
Keith stood at the door awkwardly, "I tried telling him that."
I held up the note, "It says he took care of my replacement and basically should be looking for a new doctor. I've been gone for 5 years Keith. I don't think they would be so readily to take me. I was kidnapped by mobsters. They would want a psych test done on me. I did notice I am not the all that stable."
Keith rubbed his neck roughly. He knew this is what was going to happen. Keith dropped his hand to his side, "I think he believes you can pass it. You are a smart woman, Madeline. You know the way into minds so I think it wouldn't be hard for you to be alright in your psych exam."
I let out a little sigh. I started to pace in the room, "Those psych tests are always a joke. I hated going through it when I was offered the job after graduate school and I still hate it. It never really goes deep into a person's mind to see if they are stable or not. That's just my professional opinion."
Keith walked into the room stopping me from pacing any further by wrapping an arm around my shoulders, "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up. Now for your husband story..."
He let out a deep breath before continuing, "You can tell them that he left the house or something."
My shoulders slumped as I spoke, "I'll figure something out. I'll come up with a bullshit story if they haven't really looked at him yet."
Keith couldn't help but snort, "He wouldn't let them take his make up off with a ten foot pole. I doubt they'll recognize him."
I shook my head, "They would have to get his make up off. That is policy of the asylum. He won't be too happy and might try to strangle someone but he would have to take his make up off. Even then I... to be honest won't think they be able to recognize him with the scars. The scars are deep enough to alter his face somewhat."
Keith started to lead me out of the bedroom. I stopped him short before grabbing Joker's trusted knife in the drawer. Well one of his trusted knives. I saw him with this one a few times. I popped the blade out. The light reflecting against the silver blade. My reflection playing off of it. My brows went up at the detail of the blade and handle before closing it. I hopped back into Keith's comforting arms as he started to lead me again. Some of the goons looked up before whispering loudly. One person to my right didn't even bother to whisper, "He is already smooching up to boss' bitch."
I wiggled out of Keith's arm grip. I am sure Keith heard what the man said but he remained where I last left him. I placed my hands on the table interrupting the guys' poker game. Some of them called out a few hey's in irritation. I stared at the one across from me, "Hey you. What's your name?"
The guy didn't even look up as his cigarette bounced on his lips. I leaned further into the table, "Hey bub. I said what's your name?"
I could feel the switch knife burn in my palm. Is this what Joker felt? A guy to his left nudged him, "Hey man."
The guy didn't look up as he spoke fiddling with his cards, "I don't take orders from bitches like you."
I removed myself from one end of the table as I walked around to the guy. The guy on his right heard the switchblade get popped out as he watched the blade meet the guy's neck. My other hand is holding onto his forehead. My tongue wet my lips as I bent down to his ear. I spoke lightly, "I said what's your name?"
I guess the guy thought he was going to be smart and struggle or have one above me because I heard Keith's voice vibrate into the room, "Don't you dare pull a fast one on her."
I heard a safety get pulled. The man tensed up as I yanked his hand further back till it's resting on my shoulder. The blade lightly dancing on his neck. The guy spat out, "Harold."
My brows knitted together, "Who the hell names their child Harold? I even had good sense in naming my child. God your parents hated you."
I pointed my blade to Keith before placing it back onto his neck, "You see him? Yeah he is your boss' right hand. Since you know your boss isn't here to take care of his what was it? Oh right, bitch. I've known Keith for a long... long time. He wouldn't dare do anything to me or betray the Joker. So I suggest you get that stick out of your ass and shut up."
I removed the blade but not without giving him a nick on his skin. I pushed his head forward hitting it against the table. I moved away but not before I heard a chair scramble to the ground. A gunshot filled my ears and a thump not even a minute later. I looked back at the now dead Harold and to Keith. Keith put his safety back on his gun, "He moved in on you."
I smiled, "Thank you."
I reached back over to Keith but not back into his arm hug. I turned to the other men, "Remember your place."
Keith smirked shaking his head as he turned a few corners. I raised an eyebrow moving my head to look at him, "What?"
Keith wagged his finger at me, "Joker would love what you did today."
I mumbled shifting in my seat, "Well he's not here to know about it, is he?"
Keith pulled his attention back to the road, "You're gonna see him, Madeline."
I looked back outside seeing trees pass by quickly not saying a word. I know I would see him soon. I want to see him soon. I just know that I would have to be on my best behavior once I am in the asylum. Keith glanced at the woman beside him, "Boss has a man inside already dealing with security cameras. He watches them at night and occasionally in the day. He disables them when need to be."
My ears perked up, "Oh?"
I bit my lip gently thinking what advantage that could be for me. Keith turned his attention back to his driving. I could do so much with the inside man at security. Especially have Joker in my office instead of the white room of a cell they put the inmates in.
