{A/N: This is my final chapter on this first "Jester's Girl" installment; it's been really fun for me to type it up; and as I asked in a previous chapter, I'm thinking of typing up a 2nd installment of this, just a continuation of Jessie :) what do you all think? Should I? Hope you enjoy this chapter :) *}
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`It had been six hours hours. Thirteen Minutes. And fifty eight seconds...Wait. Now it was Five hours and fourteen minutes. Six hours since Robbie had been admitted to the hospital. Six hours since Robbie had protected me from an explosion. Six hours since Joker came and Batman saved me. Six hours...since I had felt almost normal. Joker had taken that away from me.
I had already knew it wouldn't last long before...I tried to deny it though and just focus on the good stuff. The peace...the happiness. Even Alfie had tried to make me not worry, but I did anyway of course. Robbie was hooked up to monitors at the hospital, and Gordon had taken me to the GCPD instead, I didn't want to be there at the hospital. That might sound like a horrible thing to do, not to be with Robbie. But Gordon told me everything would be okay. Yeah. Right.
My lips felt like they were going numb now, so I licked them once feeling the nasty taste of bile in my throat, on my taste buds but I bit my lower lip, sighing softly under my breath. This was disgusting. Something was blurring my vision and it was tickin' me off. I wiped my face with my right hand, that cleared my vision somewhat.
Were the noises getting louder now? I stared at the room floor in confusion almost, my eyebrows narrowed as I cleared my throat. My heart beat was normal for some reason and I didn't know why. Maybe I didn't care...was that bad? Inside I was having a panic attack. It took everything in me not to break down. My hair was a mess as well. It was frizzy and still curled, hanging over my shoulders, it covered my left eye.
I licked my lips and tilted my head to the side quickly, cracking my neck then cracked each my knuckles on my hands, still keeping my eyes on the floor. But then, I heard a rattling noise and I looked up. What the—I saw some of the cops buzzing about like humming birds, papers shifting about and fluttering. I squinted my eyes then breathed in deeply and sat up straighter if that was possible right now. It was odd for someone like me, but then again almost everything I did was kinda odd.
My eyes flickered to the right then to the left but then I saw two cops dragging in a limp person, and I jumped up off my seat, watching as they dragged the person over to a large empty cell and opened the iron gate door, it made a screeching creaking noise that made me flinch. But then I noticed something, and I could hear the small sound of the click-clack of metal hitting against metal echoing in my ears. My eyes zeroed in on the chain hanging from the limp figure's side.
Then the flap of the fabric he...he wore. My eyes flashed up and I saw green hair...i—it was the Joker. I didn't even notice my movements as I walked towards the cell, the two cops who had dragged in him in were already gone but I didn't care. My eye lids drooped and I knelt on both knees before the cell, my hands up high on the metal bars then they slid down a bit further and I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against the cold bars, my eyes on the still limp Joker that was laying down on the single cell seat. It looked almost like a bench. Hmm.
But then he was no longer limp as he shifted, growling under his breath and his head titled up slightly. Only I noticed but everything else seemed to tune out as I kept my gaze on him. His feathery dark green hair hiding his eyes almost as he looked over at me with drooped eye lids, his face paint cracked in some places revealing pale flesh. His scars more visible than ever right now but none of that really mattered.
His brown eyes were dark as our gazes locked, both of us with drooped eye lids though. I could feel my lips turn down into a frown, almost sad like but my eye lids rose as we stared at each other. I could see his lips curl up into a wide grin and he moved, sitting up on the seat and cracking his knuckles at once then moved towards me.
He moved in a odd hunched over like movement, almost like a monkey in some ways, and I say that with the most honesty. But I was frozen, I would not move at all. It was as if I was in a trance right now. He leaned down and was in a crouch position now, almost as if fascinated by me.
He licked his lips a few times, reaching through a space in between a set of bars, his right hand entangling itself into my hair and his eyes followed his left hand that reached out at my other side, letting his finger tips touch my jaw line then neck, then I felt him yank me forward harshly, my forehead connecting with the metal bars and his face pressed on the other side of the bars, his eyes burning into mine. I gasped softly, nearly squeaking. His red lips parted and his teeth snapped together.
He let out a sigh of annoyance, clicking his tongue softly as if scolding me and his eye lids drooped shut but only for a moment's time as they flashed open, then they drooped as he looked at me as if confused my expression, pressing his lips firmly together, his lips then formed into a scowl as he was trying to figure out why I was trying to back away, he just pulled me back more harsher than before, quicker than before so it hurt even more as my forehead re-connected with the metal bars.
"Ah ta ta." Joker shook his head as if disapproving then made a expression of a playful warning, quirking his left eyebrow "Why are you so serious all the time?" His red tongue flashed out, licking his lips then darted back into his mouth, his lips pressed closed together once more. I was breathing heavily now, and my heart beat, I noticed, was picking up it's pace all of a sudden. My lips felt numb but I ignored it, as I ignored the fact that I felt sick right now. I wanted to throw up.
"Did you hear my advice? Hmm?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, yanking harder on my hair with his right hand and I couldn't pull my hands away from the iron bars now, they clenched onto them and his left hand crawled over to the coat I was wearing. It was Wayne's.
Wayne had been here earlier but I had put up quite the scene when he tried to suggest that I go to the hospital too, and I would not go back to the penthouse, and Alfie still waited for me in the limo. I couldn't get him to leave like I had Wayne. And somewhere deep down in my gut, for some reason I was liking the pain. That might sound a little crazy but as I said, almost everything about me was odd.
"Seems like I'm not getting through to ya." He twisted me around quickly, yanking me up nearly to my feet and had one of his arms all the way out between the bars and had it around the front of my throat, holding me in a choke hold and I started to gag, my eyes widening but I didn't try to fight it.
"You wanna hear a funny story?" He asked, and somehow I knew he was nodding, as if already hearing my agreement, he didn't talk for a few seconds but then somehow I felt his lips at my left ear, whispering
"When you were born, your uh...your mother said that you looked just like me. But the others, they uh didn't agree with her. So, I had this guy tape it all with a video camera, just like the one I use nowadays to get a message out to Gotham's finest, huh? Yeaaah. But I did all this, just to prove a point to the others, that it wasn't just make believe that this was fact based logic, you know? I didn't like it when people called me a liar." Joker no longer sounded amused, he sounded angry "But. It just wasn't enough for anyone. I had to show them. But guess what. You've already done that for me. You. Did. It. So. Beauti—full."
"Hey!" Gordon appeared only so far of me, looking at his men as I felt Joker press something against my left cheek then right under my chin, it felt like glass "Who brought him in? I told you Jessica Hilton was here, you weren't supposed to have him here. Arkham. I said take him to Arkham Asylum!" He looked at one of the cops who had brought the Joker in then he looked back over in my direction, his eyes almost widen and his lips parted, he was clearly nervous and didn't want to do anything rash at the moment. I felt the sharp object press into the skin below my chin, almost cutting through but not exactly.
There was that nasty taste of bile rising again so I cringed slightly but then my lips turned back into a straight line, but my eyes still held the look of disgust. I felt sick now. Dirty. Like scum, or something worse. I just wanted to take a shower now...to see Robbie maybe. Anywhere really...but something was keeping me here, not letting me fight back against the Joker. To stop him.
"Let her go." Gordon took one step forward and the Joker pressed a little harder with the glass, switching it to my cheek, blood drizzled slowly down my pale skin then the glass went back underneath my skin. I breathed slower now, measuring everything now. The way I shifted and the way I blinked but then Gordon spoke again, this time more aggressive than before, but more calmer "What do you want?"
"Huh?" Joker acted as though he didn't hear
"Let her go!" One of the cops yelled, it sounded like Howl.
"What was that?"
"What do you want, damn it?!" Gordon yelled, getting frustrated as some cops already had their guns pointed directly at the Joker and I, mostly at me since I was the one in front of the cell being held hostage. Then out of no where, gun shots went off, hitting some of the lights which quickly went out, other lights flickering.
Joker didn't respond at first but when he did, the words just sounded so casual and all so too calm "I just want my little girl back." I could already literally see his smile in my head, as if it had been burned into my memory.
The Joker let go of me and I fell forward, the glass slipped though and scraped against the side of my left cheek again, more blood bled and as my face connected with the floor, I could see the blood stained glass piece hit the floor as well at my right then I was lifted up and pulled to my feet, Gordon and another cop quickly pulling me away and three others cops heading into the cell, yanking back a laughing Joker, hitting him and trying to calm him down.
Someone quickly headed towards the cell with a needle then as I could tell as I jumped up, ignoring the blood falling down my face, down my neck. Sedative. They were gonna save them. Those disgusting people! How dare they?! This wasn't right...It just wasn't.
I started to scream "No!" I hit against Gordon and the other cop but even though Gordon's glasses fell of his face, falling to the floor they continued to pull me away "Make them stop—Don't do this—Stop--" But he wasn't listening and I fell to the ground, slipping out of Gordon's grip, moving towards the cell but then two other cops grabbed me, I was off the ground now that's how high I was being lifted up, being held back.
Joker kept on laughing then was pressed against the cold marble floor, his face pressed down, I could hear the crack, others did too probably but ignored it. They, his now abusers, had broken a bone somewhere in his body. I just knew it. But then he looked up at me the best he could. They were gonna take him back to Arkham Asylum...I knew that. At least he'd have Harley, right? No. This still wasn't right at all. Gotham City abused their authority. They deserved a much better class criminal.
I felt the tears running down my face with the blood, both mixing together now.
"You can't stay away." Jokertaunted me, loud enough for me to hear "You can try. But I know the real you...You aren't like the others, and you never will be. Even if you wanted to be. You're just ahead of the curve, you remember that." He over pronounced the 't' again like he had before, then he laughed louder than before, seeming to enjoy this all
"We'll be seein' a lot of each other. I'm just being honest. Are you?" Then he twisted, moving away as the needle neared him but they pinned him down, the needle sliding into his skin and the liquid flowing into his body now. Then Gordon pulled me back again, with the others, pulling me into a hallway then into a room so I couldn't see the scene anymore, see the Joker. And Gordon tried to keep a hold on me at first as I screamed at him, not even noticing at all what I was saying or doing now. After a while, I just felt numb as I let Gordon hug me, like I was his child. This felt nice. To be cared about, for someone to worry about me. Well. They should. They really, really should.
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