Chapter 3

A/N: Thanks to my / alerters / favoriters again :3

"Do you wanna know how I got the scars?" The joker had approached me during our free time outside. He sat down and continued to stare forward awkwardly for about ten minutes, until now.

"No. I already know." I told him, as I continued to pretend to read my book. To anyone, I looked completely entranced by the stack of paper but truthfully I had been reading the same paragraph since I came out here and decided to sit at the bench farthest from the building, facing a large, twisted oak tree, and the large, thick wall with barbed wire around the outside of the asylum grounds. He seemed disgruntled, so I elaborated. "I was at Bruce Wayne's event for Harvey Dent and I heard your speech to Rachel."

"I didn't mean it, in group therapy. I'm sure you're a good fuck." He said to me awkwardly. I sat and digested what he had just said, and realized, was this murdering, psychopath, who killed hundreds of people without a second thought, actually, kind of, apologizing?

"Um, thanks...?" I finally answered. What do you say to a crazy man when he tells you he thinks you're a good fuck? He eventually left after a long awkward silence, seeming a little annoyed; mumbling to himself and scratching his head as he sauntered off. I went back to my book after a minute or two. This whole experience was just getting more and more weird.

"So how's life in the cooky-bin treating you?" Steele asked me.

"Well, cooky. It's going to take some getting used to. But what am I saying, I'm just like all of them." Steele seemed to chuckle awkwardly. I wouldn't know how to respond to that either.

"You'd better be careful though."

"What do you mean?"

"Joker seems to have taken a liking to you. And once he sets his eyes on someone, they're his." That scared me. I don't think I'm interested in dating a psycho.

"Can I go take a shower now?" I said after a few minutes

"Sure but it'll take out of your free time."

"I don't care. I just need to sort things through."

What am I going to do? The Joker likes me. What would happen if he actually tried to pursue me? I can't say I would reject him...There's something oddly attractive about him. He's so twisted, and yet, he seems he could have a softer side. I mean, who knows maybe he needs a little TLC...

Later on, after my shower, I decided to stay indoors and try to read my book again for the remainder of the time. I only got so far in when I heard a couple of the people near my cell get in a fight over how far a rook in chess could go on the board.

Annoyed with the noise I approached the table. After failing to get either one's attention, I leaned down and placed my hands on the table's surface. "The rook can move forwards, backwards, left, and right, and it can move as far as it want as long as there's room available for it." And walked away, back outside to try and read again. Every time I sat down the book, someone was interrupting me, intentionally or not.

Except for, this time, it was myself who was interrupting me. I couldn't focus. After I'd finally gotten time to myself, I couldn't sit still. I wandered around the grounds for a little while before discovering a willow tree at the other end of the property as I was the first time the Joker approached me. There was a branch just low enough the I could jump up and get into the tree. I got a few branches up before I heard some rustling, I shrug it off thinking it was just a squirrel.

"Ahh, so you've found my hiding place." An all to familiar, nasally yet masculine, voice inquired. My clear blue eyes gazing into his almost smoldering-looking brown ones. I shyly tucked a tuft of hair behind my ear and opened my mouth to speak,

"I can leave," I started, feeling like I was invading him own personal haven to get away from everything here. "i-if you want me to. I don;t want to invade on your personal space." I prepared myself to jump down before a surprisingly warm, and not-so-surprisingly calloused, hand laid over my own.

"It's alright. You can stay up here if you want, Doll." He said to me, eventually releasing my small hand form his large one. His hand basically ate mine for dinner. "So, why would a gal like you, be doing in here? I mean, I heard your little testimony in group therapy, but yu could have covered for your murders so easily, you could have left no evidence and you could still be a little...Man-killer out there somewhere. No pun intended, you're quite the eye catcher." I blushed at his sudden compliment before answering,

"I didn't plan to be in here. I was just so blinded by rage that I just acted. I'm not good at making plans. Every time I make plans, something happens and they're ruined. So, I just stopped planning on things. I was kind of like..." I sat and pondered what y life was like after I stopped relying on plans to do everything. "I was like a dog chasing cars." I finished, not knowing I was almost quoting him directly.

"That's interesting. I like the way you do things kid. You wanna eat lunch with me?" He asked me.

"Sure, why not?" I answered, a little eager to be spending more time with this interesting character.

A/N: Yeah, this is a short one, but I was on a crunch for time so, what are ya gonna do? I didn't really ge ttime to spell chack cause my isster is kicking me off but I'll read it after It's posted and edit it the next time I get a chance. But at least we got some development! XD

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