Chapter 9

I moved over to the room where the security officer was, probably the safest area in the building. If the security guy wasn't there, nobody knew what was going on. Officers patrolling the halls needed his eyes on everything. As I entered the room, he seemed to be watching a reality show on the mini television very intently. It was dinner so, everyone was in the various dining halls so his job was easy at the moment. He didn't really have to watch since officers were stationed at the insides and outsides of the doors.

Solitary confinement patients get their dinner fed to them, if they chose to ate, so I knew Jack would be in his cell still.

I walked over to one of the monitors opposite the security officer's chair, and looked for a tape for today from the courtyard, I needed to know what happened from the moment I left. I found the tape I was looking for, and fast forwarded it to one o'clock which is about the time that I told Jack I was leaving.

I watched the tape, and nothing really happened after I left. He just sat under the tree staring blankly ahead until an officer forced him inside. Then it was time for group therapy, and I changed the tape. I found the one that read 'Group session' with today's date on it, and popped it into the VCR. (They really should update soon.)

I watched as Jack sat in his normal place, next to where I would normally sit, but then I see Edward sit in my normal place and smile smugly over at Jack. From where the camera was, I could see Jack getting irritated by the way he put his hands on his knees, and started tapping his fingers. I could also see Edward talking and I desperately wished I could hear what he was saying without alerting the security guard. I saw the therapist start speaking, a cute little blond, petite looking, with thick rimmed glasses perched on her nose, and she started speaking. Jack's foot started tapping on the floor and I could tell he was pissed. Edward was still chatting away as if nothing were wrong. What the hell does he think he's doing? Jack's eyes were shifting back and forth from Edward to around the room, and he started sucking on his scars on the inside of his mouth. I'd seen him mad, but I could practically feel the rage pouring out of him through the video.

I saw Edward say something else, then laugh overly-obnoxiously and in a flash, almost as if you'd miss it if you blinked, Jack was on top of him, and had his hands around his throat. I saw Jack's mouth moving but could read anything off of his lips partly because his face was halfway turned away from the camera and his hair was covering his mouth a bit. Edward had been struggling under Jack and then, I saw everyone jump as if someone scared them, and his struggling stopped. I could only guess that Jack had snapped his neck. I saw four officers drag the struggling jack away, and one of them leading the sobbing therapist out of the room. I stopped the tape and guessed that was why he was in solitary.

I exited the security room as easily as I had entered, and made my way down to the 'Warden's' office, and saw him standing behind the still sobbing therapist who was talking to Commissioner Gordon. I shifted into the room through the closed door. I heard a few officers on my way in say that she had refused to say anything about the matter until now, like she was coming out of shock or something.

"Dr. Quinzel, can you tell me what happened?"

"I'd heard their conversation briefly over my own speaking, and Edward was saying things like 'I'm glad that whore is finally out of here, aren't you?' Always mentioning to someone as a whore. He said lots of bad things about whoever she was, and then he was on top of him. He said something like 'If you ever speak that way about her, I'll make sure you never see the light of day again.' And Edward said 'She's softened you, you're whipped.' And then he snapped his neck." She managed to calm her sobs until she relived the horror behind closed eyes again.

"Do you know who they were talking about?" Commissioner Gordon asked, I saw her shake her head.

"If I may, Commissioner," Warden started and waited for the Commissioner to give him the floor. I knew exactly who he was going to say. "I believe they were speaking of the patient we just proclaimed sane today. Raven, or Kara, Kincade." Me.

"I suspected as much." Gordon sighed. "All we can do for now is keep him in solitary. I don't know how he's going to act if we take him out."

I moved out of the room as the others started making their way towards the door and I went back towards solitary. I looked in at Jack again and he was still just sitting, but seemed much more attentive. I saw a guard approaching and waited until he passed down the hallway to grab his keys out of his key ring.

It took me almost ten minutes to find the right key out of the hundreds on the key ring. I put the keys back and made my way into his cell.

"Jack?" I asked. He looked around, and I realized he couldn't see me. I waited until he looked my way and slowly faded back to normal. His face remained impassive but I could see it in his eyes that he was surprised. "Come on, we have to leave."

"I'm a little tied up, doll." He told me, gesturing to his straight jacket.

"Oh, right." I said, moving over to him and releasing him from the jacket. He took my hand and started leading me to the cell door. "We can't go out that way, there are a dozen guards stationed around this whole hallway."

"Then, uh, explain to me how you got in here?" I sighed and let my powers take over again. I deduced from the way he didn't turn invisible when I did that my powers didn't transfer, but I tried teleporting out into the street where I had first arrived and we were both there when I opened my eyes. "I would have called for a cab, if I had known you were pickin' me up, toots."

"I can get us back to my apartment until someone can get us." I said, teleporting us into the living room of my apartment. He looked around for a couple minutes before settling himself on my couch and picked up my cordless phone from it's cable to make a call.

"Pack your stuff, my little birdie, you're coming with me." He said, making his way over to my kitchen and bagging up groceries. I nodded and turned to my bedroom, and started filling suitcases with odds and ends of my own clothing. Soon enough Jack came in and started helping. He stuffed my purple bedding into trash bags and took everything out of my nightstands and drawers and put them into a duffel as I worked on emptying my closet.

Jack continued to empty things from my drawers as I set out to pack valuables from the living room, asking Jack to get my things from the bathroom.

"Well, Bonnie, let's go." He said with a smirk.

"As you wish, Clyde." I agreed, taking his hand and leading him back out to the outside where a black SUV was waiting for us, with the typical henchmen with the clown mask sitting up front. We piled into the back, while the other henchman in the passenger seat looked to his clean faced -and clean haired- boss, and then looked to me. I tried to avoid eye contact.

"Who's the girly?"

"A nice little birdie I picked up in the clink, you got a problem?" He reached an arm around my shoulder possessively. The henchman just nodded and turned forward again.

It took a half an hour to get to wherever Jack's driver was taking us, and by the look of the empty space, it looked like we were out of city limits. We pulled up to a gigantic house, with large human sized windows on the upper floor and simple triple paned windows on the first. It had a long gravel drive where several SUVs and compact cars were parked, and even more in the garage, where we entered, including a couple swat and police cars, semi's without the trailers, a garbage truck, and a school bus. I looked over at Jack with a questioning look.

"You never know which car you'll wanna drive." He answered simply, shrugging his shoulders and leading me back inside. We came in through a giant gourmet kitchen, although by the look of things it had yet to be cleaned. Next we walked through the dining room, that had various guns, big and small, lined along the walls and table, with a cabinet of gun powder, kerosene, bullets, grenades, and other various explosives, along with a handful of homemade detonators. We walked into the very large living room next where about twenty or so henchmen were gathered around the TV, eating their dinners, and chattering. The two henchmen that picked us up took my bags upstairs and by the time we made it to the other side of the huge room, they were back and picking up their own half-eaten meals. Next to the living room was a bathroom, and next to the door to the bathroom was a locked room, Jack later informed me that only we were allowed in there. There were only a few rooms on the first floor but the rooms were big enough to accommodate to the house.

Upstairs, the hallway split up two ways and all the way down at various intervals there were bedroom and a few bathroom doors. Jack led me to the right of the three-person staircase and took me to the end of the hall where I saw my bags at the second to last bedroom door. All in all the house was beautiful, and large. There were chandeliers throughout the whole house but they were always dimmed to an almost romantic setting, I'm guessing to ward off creeping neighbors. (If there were any.) Jack snapped me out of my reverie by clanking a small ring of a few keys from under the rug in the hallway.

"My mens' rooms are all along this hallway. The ones I trust the least sleep at the other end, the ones I trust most sleep down at this end. Only we're allowed in my room and bathroom." Jack informed me as he unlocked the door, he looked up at me and I nodded. I had yet to speak since we left my apartment. The whole experience was odd, yet electrifying. It was nice to be gone from the Narrows and from Arkham but moving in with a psychopath, was that really a good idea?

He gathered my bags, and I took some and he led me into his room. The room was nice, it was painted black with the wall with a doorway, into the walk-in closet I later learned, was painted red. His bed was the first thing you saw when you walked in. He had a light, almost electric, green bedspread, and I thought it would mesh well with my light, but not soft colored, purple comforter and pillows. There was a door to the left, and a door to the right of the door to the hallway. I saw Jack gather a few of my bags and take them into the closet and a few minutes later, I was lounging on the queen sized bed not really sure of what to do, and Jack came out in just his purple pinstriped pants and his hexagonal button up on.

"So, how's the house, doll? I had just gotten it a few weeks before I got caught so I'm not really used to it yet." Jack asked, taking my other bag of toiletries and putting it in the bathroom, which was perpendicular to the walk-in.

"It's nice. I haven't been in one this nice since I lived with my parents." I said getting up and approaching him as if he'd tell me what to do. I didn't know what to do to be honest, I've never seen Jack in his element. I didn't know if he was going to lash out at something I did and said, it was nerve racking. The thing he did next was unexpected, to say the very least. He closed the distance between us in one step, and he placed his arm around my waist and pulled me in, greeting my lips with his in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Truthfully, I'd been waiting for the moment for some time now, I just thought he wasn't comfortable enough in the Asylum. The scars tickled my cheeks and left an odd sensation when we broke apart, and of course, like in all the chliche movies, I felt that little spark all girls seem to feel when they're with the right person.

It was so strange, I had been with every 'Good guy' looking guy and they all turned out to be douches, and yet, I fall in love with a criminal and he turns out to be the nice one. Yes, I admit it. I am in love with Jack, and it doesn't take an army to see it. the next few minutes were a blur, and we ended up on the bed, clothes gone missing, never fully breaking apart our lip lock, and what happened next, was like nothing I'd experienced before.

A/N: Whoa, I didn't really expect this chapter to be this long... haha

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