Cold metal

Trailing out of her office, Auluna made her way to her car, passing through the silence of the moon-lit car park. Finally reaching the vehicle, she collapsed onto the seat as the cold metal separated her from outside, draining the heat from her as it trapped her inside.

With a stretch, she sighed,"First day done."

Heaving a breath, she started the thoughtful journey back to her flat; voices muttering like a passing crowd in her head

'People are so uptight and annoying. They should have some fun, a little violence, maybe.'

'They're so depressing with the lack of fun.'

"Hmp, you can't say much. Not exactly words of joy come from you lot." This was muttered with a darkened gaze to the dreary streets full of gritty apartment buildings.

Auluna could only get a cheap place, so a grimy street that most likely had monsters masking in shadows and criminals lurking in allies was what she got. It wasn't much better inside the building with damp walls that cried the filth and bloodshed within, but it wouldn't matter for long. It wasn't permanent.

Hunting along the shadows from her car to her apartment building, she entered the cracked door to go to the stairs, that were slowly being eaten, to reach her floor. As she did so, groans echoed in the pipes, following her path wherever she went.

Steadily moving, Auluna wondered to her door to her small flat with her mind swarming with noise and conversations.

'You should kill that Doc-'

'Maybe start a fire, a big one-'

'The Joker was nice, seems like fun.'

Eyes alight with the thought, the images of her meeting with Mr.J were burned into her brain as she recalled every detail of what happened. Entering, she stood still in the middle of her bare living room, eyes closed, and she let her mind catch aflame to thoughts on the Joker.

'His eyes held insanity, so much potential shouldn't be kept in a cell.'

'I think he's perfect, and it will be a fun way to go. Your life in his hands...'

A small smile split her face as a gentle, lone, blue river dulled the flames in her head as it traveled from her dull eye.

"Soon. It will all be fine soon."

Throwing a bucket of darkness in her crumbling flat, Auluna dumped everything before collapsing onto her thread-bare sofa, letting her eyes close to sink her into unconsciousness; a place where she found peace.

The next day Joker waited. He waited for his little Bluebell to come and let those pretty blossom lips talk tinted words of insanity to him as he lured her in more and more until he broke her mind; set her free from whatever she was holding onto; let him see who she really was.

He grinned widely at his plans, elongating his back as he sat in the middle of his cell facing the door, waiting to let his gaze pounce on his Bluebell. With a echoing click, the door clawed open to bestow what had been filling his thoughts as of late. The Joker purred as he arched forwards.

"Mm, Bluebell. My own little Bluebell. I've got plenty of stories to tell your pretty little head."

Lust-filled words accompanied by his deep, purring voice made Auluna's gut flip and heart quicken, though on the outside, she looked indifferent as the guards prepared to transport him for their session.

Passing by her to the door, the Joker's stare leaped onto her, devouring her expression with a playful grin until she fumbled ahead to lead the way.

Cold metal separate them as the presence of isolation from the world settled in the room. The Joker moved his head with eyes shut as if a tune was playing that only he could hear, making Auluna fidget to what else his mind created. She twirled her pen before taking a deep breath and meeting his now open gaze.

" So, what do you want to talk about today?"

He twisted forward to peer from under his lashes; it was a loving look if it weren't for the crazed smile and straightjaket.

"Well~ I think it's only fair if we talk about you, If my little Bluebell pleases me, I'll reward you with my stories that you really, really like." Humming for an answer, he leaned his upper body on the table between them, creating a false sense of safety and calmness.

Auluna cocked her head to the game he was playing with her to get her to spill her soul. She, too, could play her own game and she was no mouse to this wild, feral, animal. She knew how to be a monster.

"What would you like to know?"

Leaping up straight, an excited purr left his lips at how quick it was to tear open to her heart.

"Oh, my little Bluebell, how about we start with what you like to do? What makes your heart squeak with joy?"

Breathe sharply; hands fisted; voices piercing.

'Oh, he wants to know.'

'Yes, what makes your heart squeak with joy, Auluna?'

Stabbing the table with her claws, her eyes held that crazed look he wanted, and a grim smile to accompany it.

"You want to know what I like? I-" liking her lips, she grinned, " I'm fascinated with chaos. The feeling of panic and fear that causes us to become savage and cowardly. It makes our other side that we don't want to acknowledge come out."

Joker shivered in pleasure at the comforting words that gave him pure bliss. He couldn't wait to unleash this side of her more often.

Her sudden voice ripped him back to the situation. " Did I please you enough to be rewarded with your stories that I really, really like?" The coy smile spoke volumes of mischief while her eyes danced their vision across his display of emotions.

Joker leaned back as he inhaled through his nose, rolling his shoulders to prolong the time before he stared intently into her soul.

"Mm, tut, tut, my little Bluebell. Who knew my flower had thorns. Such a shy, special little specimen you are. But I warn you, little creatures don't have nine lives when they get curious with my boundaries and decide to play. "

Auluna, however, felt oddly at peace with his poison-laced words, after all, he would make it easier for her when she's finished...

Slowly smiling, she wore a mask of bitter-sweet thoughts as she began to stand up. " Well, I'm not an innocent little flower and I can take care of myself, Ah, I believe our session has finished."

The knock alerted them to the guards coming in to take her patient back, allowing Auluna to leave the Joker digesting her words from the session.

"Your mine, my little Bluebell." he purred under his breath as straps bound him to cold metal that separated him from her as he was wheeled away, nearer the insane cries of people who had acknowledged their other side and let it come out.

I'm sorry I took so long, but I'm not good at sticking to one thing as I have a terrible attention-span. Hope you enjoyed and thanks to everyone who reviewed, favourite-ed, and followed ^-^ Any improvements are welcome.