Late Night Shenanigans

When we got home I immediately took a shower to wash off the blood and grime. (I almost threw up on the way back! You should of seen Joker! When I started gagging and making stressed meows, he pulled over so fast!) Anyway, after my shower I heard noises and went to my door to look. The sounds came from down the hall. I turned into my second form and followed the sound too Joker and Harley's room. After a thirty minute debate with myself I slipped through the already opened door into their room. Joker was in the bathroom and Harley was awake in bed. She didn't notice me until I jumped up on the foot of the bed. I almost didn't make it; it was a lot higher up then I though.

"Hey kitty!" Harley sounded tired but still spoke in her bubbly way. She was on her phone, probably on social media or something. #murder.

"Hi." I mewed and walked towards her. I looked around from my high perch. Mostly Joker signature colors everywhere. The bed sheets, the curtains, the walls and floors. Harley got my attention again by patting the spot next to her where the heavy satin comforter had not been disturbed yet. I obediently walked over and lay next to her, arranging myself into a disc shape.

In a bit Joker returned from the bathroom. He stared me down as he climbed in bed next to Harley. I stared back, trying to guess if his stare meant go away or what? I think he wants me to leave. I sniffed at him. Oh, yeah I better go!

I stood up and brushed against Harley's shoulder in farewell. She pet me and kissed me between my ears.

"Goodnight Kitten!" Yup, definitely being dismissed. As I jumped down and made for the door she Saadi, "Don't let the voices keep you up!"

I had a nightmare about my life in the laboratory. I was working on a puzzle when people in hazmat suits armed with tranquilizer guns came in and grabbed me. It was time for more excruciating testing. I kicked and screamed in protest but they let me yell instead of sedating me. That was unusual. When we arrived at the operating room the doctor turned to face me. It was the Joker! For some reason I screamed my lungs out. He began hitting me on the head. The hits turned to knocks and I was jerked awake back in my room safe in bed. Miles away from any place sterile and white. Someone was at my door. It was Harley. The time was eight pm. We had been sleeping all day but Harley was restless and came to see if I was awake. We were in my bed together on our phones when my stomach growled. I hadn't eaten all day!

Without looking up, Harley suggested we go get something to eat and was already heading out the door.

I followed her, confused. "I'm all for it but How?" If we were to take her motorcycle someone could hear us.

"We'll take Puddin's car."

I stopped and gave her a scared look.

"He's asleep; we'll be back before he wakes up. Come on!" She pulled me outside by the arm and, stifling giggles we got into the car and drove off. She suggested this because she felt Joker had neglected her today. Anyway, we got our food at a drive through and Harley payed cash. On the drive back I fed her fries and I ate some fried pickles. We had a great time but When we got back there was a lone figure standing in the driveway with his arms crossed.

"Harley?" I said nervously.

Harley kept her smile in place as she parked the car. "You might want to run."

I turned into my cat form and was about to jump out of the window but the look he gave me was enough to change my mind. I returned to my first form and put my clothes back on as Harley got out and walked up to Joker.

"Hi Puddin! I got you a frosty!" She sang, holding it out at arms length.

Joker gave her a cold look before smacking the frosty from her hand, grabbing her by the throat and pushing her back against the garage. A small satisfied smirk crossed his lips as he realized that I was terrified. He chuckled softly, his voice, huskier than usual. "Get inside," he ordered glancing at me from over his shoulder. He then turned to Harley. "As for you, babes, I got something special for you tonight." He placed a hand over her mouth as his sinister laugh echoed against the moonlight.

I gave Harley a look, asking if she was gonna be ok. She smiles only half convincingly and slightly shrugged. Quickly and silently I climbed out the car window and went inside, not wanting to see this or I might do something dangerously drastic...I might try murder again, this time on purpose!

I darted swiftly down the hall to my room and shut the door. I stared at it for a while, debating locking myself in. What if Joker had something "special" reserved for me to? The thought sent shivers down my spine. I placed my finger over the lock button. But what if Harley wanted to come in when she got away? They both know how to pick a lock so it wouldn't make a difference I told myself and taking on my second form I climbed up into the mattress and found it impossible to sleep. At least I brought my phone with me so I tried to lull myself to sleep with music made specifically for calming anxiety but nothing worked. I was to weary.

I was still awake at 5 am. I had to pee. Leaving my phone I slipped out to the hall and ran silently to the bathroom. I took a risk of leaving the door open and jumped onto the toilet seat, squatted and relieved myself. Then I jumped down, flushed and ran like hell back to my room, determined to make it to my hide away before the flushing stopped. As soon as I made it back my stomach growled again. I ignored it and got back in my mattress, determined not to get caught in the kitchen where ALL THE KNIVES ARE KEPT!

I hope we don't have work tomorrow. I'll be napping as soon as it's safe.

Late Next morning I was making crepes for breakfast. Harley came in as I was taking them off the skillet.

"Morning Kitten!" She sang brightly.

I was surprised by her good mood. I don't know what I expected but I don't think this is it. "Morning..." I said in return but when I turned to look at her I noticed some bruises on her wrists and a slight bruising around her eye that her makeup failed to hide. I bit my lip angrily to keep from exploding and set the plate of crepes down rather hard.

"Hey," Harley asked. "What's wrong?" When I didn't answer her she stepped up next to me. "Kitten, are you ok?"

I nodded without looking up and went around her intending to leave but she stopped me by grabbing my hand. "Hey Kitten! I'm ok. Promise!"

"No your not!" I said, acidly.

"Yes I am! Kitten, this is just how Puddin...Mistah J... shows that he cares! Ok-?"

"No it's not ok!" I was getting anxious and starting to shake. "That's not caring Harley!" My voice cracked.

"Kitten..." She sounded as if I was exaggerating the situation.

"I've had care similar to that before," I said, motioning to her wrist. "And there is nothing caring or affectionate about it!"

"What do you mean? Has someone hurt you?!"

I growled at her attempt to change the conversation. "Yes..." Do I want to get into this? I looked around, casting out my senses to make sure Joker wasn't listening before I continued. "Before my Sensei found me I was...in a very bad place...I didn't want them testing on me so..." My voice was barley audible now. "I'm. It talking about this!"

"Ok! Don't!" She had to stop me on account of how upset this was making me. Releasing my hand she pulled me into a hug, stroking my hair. I allowed her to, my head resting on her shoulder, but I remained ridged. My walls were still up, but splashes of emotions were leaking out, especially with Harley hugging me.

"I'll be ok; I'm a big girl! You just worry about yourself, alright Kitten?"

I sighed deeply, letting some of the tension go away. "But I can't help but worry about you."

Harley kissed the side of my head. "Thanks Kitten." She took a step back to look me in the eyes and played with a strand of my hair. "I worry about you to."

Anything I'm Not by Lenka: I will never be tall, no

And I will never be sure of it all

Why is the world so cruel to me?