A/N: Okay…maybe it's not over yet. But it's ending. Soon.

Jeff's POV

I remember when my brother thought he was holier than thou and went on epic rants about how awesome he thought he was…How cool he thought he was…How indestructible he thought he was.

"Matt Hardy will not die!"

Matt Hardy will die tonight. I swear on my life he will. He must. It's too perfect and all too fitting. He's got to go. He landed me in here. I'll prove to him that I was really the sane one all along. Who will be laughing then?

Oh, that's right…I'm always the one laughing. He who laughs hardest laughs last, and that is exactly my intention.

Courtney and I sat in my lavish Arkham Asylum suite. Well, it was as lavish as I could get it to be. Every new addition I brought in never seemed to match the last one. At least we had more in this room than all of the rest of the rooms combined.

"How come you never introduced me to any of the other patients?" she asked, sketching in her notebook. She had recently taken to wearing some of my face paint. It looked weird on her at first, but then I showed her how to properly do it. and by properly, I mean just smearing it on like you don't give a fuck. And you shouldn't give a fuck about it.

"They'd kill you." I answered her in the simplest terms possible. I'm not big on explaining the simple facts of life. That's why I hate explaining my jokes. You either understand it or you don't. A joke loses its humor value if you have to explain it.

That's not funny.

"Really? You wouldn't protect me?" She honestly looked sad.

And I didn't know how to break her heart right now. I think I actually care for her.

"It would be just me against how many people in here? Besides, they all think that everything is normal. I don't tell them the same things I'd tell you. They aren't prone to liking outsiders. I couldn't protect you. They don't know about us."

"But you act like you're the King of Arkham."

"But I am."

"Then why not make them your prisoners? Hold them hostage? Do something!"

I sighed. She didn't get this joke, either. "This is what I didn't want to do. Here is the irony of it all. I'm not the King of Arkham." I took off the crown I had worn constantly since that delivery boy brought it. "There. Joke's over. Now, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"After I'm done with my brother…After we're out of here…Will you still be with me?"

Courtney's POV

I see it now. It's all an illusion.

The corners of my mouth only half-raised. I didn't know how to answer his question. I was in love with the crazy, psychotic King of Arkham. If he wasn't that, then who was he? Just Jeff Hardy? Just a washed up wrestler who had run into some bad luck?

Damnit, he told me I was his queen!

But then I looked into his green eyes and saw that he was deeper than just a psycho. Maybe he was even schizophrenic. And that just attracted to me to him even more.

And now I'm questioning my own (in)sanity.

I slowly nodded. "Yes, Jeff. I would be." It was an honest answer. Somewhere, deep down, even if he did get over everything, he would still be the crazy clown I fell in love with in the first place.

"Good!" he cheered, picking up the crown he had taken off and placed it back on his head. "Heads will roll tonight, my sweet!"

He was back.

"What time is it, Courtney?" he asked.

I glanced at one of the many clocks he had somehow pilfered, each one with a different label underneath. I tried to find the one for our time zone. Finally, I saw it in a corner.

I guess he really did want to be as far away from reality as possible.

"It's four in the afternoon," I said, reading the digital numbers.

"AAAIIIEEEE!" he squealed, jumping up from his sitting position. "We have but only an hour!" He raced to his metal locker that he said he stole from the employee locker room. He slowly turned the dial until the latch clicked. The door swung open and he pulled out a long rifle. "Matt Hardy, Matt Hardy. Tonight is your death party!" he sang as he skipped around the room.

Normally, I'd be afraid for my own life. A psycho skipping around with a presumably loaded gun wasn't exactly the safest thing in the world. But I don't know…After my last gun-and-Jeff encounter, I don't think he'd actually shoot me.

But Matt…I want to warn him. I want to tell him to run far, far away. He doesn't deserve to die at the hands of his own crazy but beautiful brother.