A/N: I think one more chapter after this one. I think.

Courtney's POV

I can't believe I actually thought I was in love with this clown. This crazy, psychopathic, murderous clown.

"H-hello," I stammered, my palms becoming sweaty against the cold plastic phone. "May I speak with…with…Mr. Matt Hardy, please?"

"This is him. May I ask who is calling?"

He sounded like such a nice guy. How is it that he and Jeff have the same parents? Maybe it was like the whole good twin-bad twin scenario. One child, the older one, was sane, mature, and competent. The younger one was insane, immature, and a loaded gun without the safety locked.

I looked down at the paper that Jeff had given me. He had written everything down for me. I would have gladly recited it to Matt on the first try without rehearsing it. No problem.

But the fact that Jeff was holding a gun to my head to ensure that fact made me just a bit more nervous. Just a bit.

"I'm, um…calling from…Arkham where your brother is. And I, uh…"

"He escaped, didn't he?" Matt asked, interrupting me. "I knew he would do that! That crazy bastard! I thought you guys were the leader in high tech security. Now he's going to run around town picking people off. You know that, don't you?"

"Tell him to calm down," Jeff mumbled in my ear, using his most seductive tone. His long fingers stroked the side of my head, just under where the gun rested against my temple.

I hated being under his power. I really did. But at the same time, it was kind of a turn on that my life was in his hands. And that thought disgusts me. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would still have good natured feelings towards someone who was probably about to kill me. But here I am, sitting with a gun to my head, scared for my life, and I actually feel bad for the guy holding the gun.

"No, Mr. Hardy…He's here. He's fine. He just wants t-to see you. He wants you to v-visit. He misses his…his brother," I tried to explain as calmly as I could. Even through my fear, I could still tell that I was fumbling with my words and I probably sounded like someone who should be admitted into the asylum instead of working for one.

But then I remembered that I'm about to die and everything made sense.

"He does? I think I can come down tomorrow, if that's alright," Matt said. Poor guy. I hope I live to see if he's really as nice as he sounds.

"Yes. See you then," I quickly said, abruptly ending the conversation.

I waited for the last sound I would ever hear, the click of the trigger.

Jeff's POV

Yeah, because I'd actually kill my queen.

What she doesn't know won't kill her. But then again, maybe it will.

But what's more important is…

MATT'S COMING! HE'S COMING AND HE'S GOING TO DIE!

I am very, very happy right now.

I pulled the gun away from my dear Courtney's head. Want to know a secret? It wasn't loaded. Hahahahahahaha. Ha. HAAAAA!

"You did great, cupcake," I said, giving her a hearty slap on the shoulder.

I think she started to cry.

"What's wrong, clowny boo? Did I scare you? Did my poor gun hurt you? It's not like I pulled the trigger or anything."

"You're going to kill him, aren't you?" she whispered. I've taught her well. But is that remorse she's feeling?

"Maybe I am. That is, unless you're going to do something about it."

She shook her head, but wouldn't turn around to face me. I knew she wouldn't do anything. She wouldn't dare defy me.

"Just think, Court. When everyone who has ever hurt me is out of the question, we can rule together. We'll be the king and queen of the psychopaths, and Arkham Asylum will be our castle and our kingdom. Doesn't that sound lovely?"

Courtney stood up and slowly turned around. Oh, she was crying, alright. I think my gun really did scare her.

"I hate you," she muttered.

What a crock.

"Hate is such a strong word, love. But hey, lovers tell each other everything, right? Guess what? My gun wasn't even loaded! You were safe the whole time! Isn't that great news?"

Her jaw dropped. That's not a flattering facial expression for a woman, but man, does it get a guy off. I thought she was going to slap me, to which my reaction would be to promptly tackle her and crack a few jokes. Maybe a happy ending. Hah.

Instead, she ran to me and hugged me. I'm getting good at this.