I didn't know what I looked like. The scars could have healed by now but I couldn't see them. The straightjacket covered the scars on my arms but I could still see the dried blood and the fresh blood on my legs and floor. I didn't like the blood. I didn't like it on me. And now I feel all hypocritical. I've killed lots of people. I've had a bloody knife in my shoulder and my ribs and then had a car crash. Then I got thrown about in a bloody van, interrogated, beaten nearly to a bloody pulp, nearly exploded and then I had a big emotional chat with someone that I knew had some kind of significance in my life. I just couldn't remember who for the life of me.

Every few hours, the same would happen. I would get dragged out, the straightjacket would be removed, I would sometimes be knocked out, sometimes wouldn't, and then I'd be tested on. But I always had blood on me. As far as I could tell, my face had stopped bleeding. But I could still feel the crusted stuff on my cheeks and in my mouth. My lips were chapped from licking them so much and vomiting. I had never stayed an asylum before. Trust me to be in the largest, craziest and most heavily guarded of all. My heart hurt, as though it ached for something or someone. Did Emily come back? No… That wasn't it… Did I finally kill the Mayor? Was I wishing I had left it a little later, so that I could do it again? No, I hadn't… I'd be feeling satisfaction as well… Did I… fall in love?

I think I did. My heart beat and my perspiration and my coloured cheeks told me I did. But who was it? I squinted my eyes in the white light, trying to remember who it was. He was… different, I know that. Lots of people didn't like him… He wore makeup. Was that why people didn't like him? He was a cross-dresser? (LOL) No, I was certain that wasn't it. I think the makeup scared people. And hid his real face. He had green hair… And the most intense eyes I had ever seen. Not eyes that I could forget in a hurry. He was… Jack. Jack Napier. The Joker. How did I forget? Oh my god, what's wrong with me? I fell in love with that stupid, infuriating, beautiful, incredible man and I forgot who he was? DEAR GOD. "JACK!" I screamed at the top of my voice, the euphoria of gaining my memory suddenly made me feel invincible. And I felt so strong. I didn't even register shouts outside of my door. Or bones breaking. Or the pain of my mouth opening wide to scream. But I did hear the explosion. See it, too.

The steel door flew off of its hinges and seemed to glide across the room. I managed to move out of the way just in time for my body to remain intact. The steel door landed a few feet from where I was. Damn, that was close. I looked up to find a man staring at me. His green hair hung loosely off of his withdrawn face and his purple suit was a bit tatty. His makeup appeared to be smudged quite a bit and had faded almost entirely in some places. And then I saw his eyes. They were simply filled with emotion and it felt like they could see into my soul. Jack.

"Sony…" He whispered hoarsely and I had to stop myself from sobbing.
"Jack…" I replied, with a major sore throat. A few moments passed, and Jack ran over and was in front of me in mere seconds. His forehead leaned against mine and we were gasping for breath, though we hadn't been underwater or kissing or anything. "I missed you so fuckin' much." Jack grinned a little, still supposedly getting over the shock. It felt like too long since I had seen him. How could I have forgotten this gem of a man? I don't even know. "Sony, I'm so sorry. So sorry. Please, please, please, please, please, please-." I cut him off.
"No, Jack, don't apologize. Please don't." He looked at me with such emotion, I thought I would simply break. His eyes wandered over my scars on my face. And then he looked at the blood on my legs and the floor. I think there was even blood seeping through the straightjacket. "Look what they've done to you… It'll take me weeks to make it up to you. Don't they have any decency?" I chuckled lightly at his humour.
"As much as I absolutely love seeing you, Jack, I want out of this straightjacket. Just get me out of this thing." He nodded and worked quickly, cutting me out when the buckles were too fiddly. As soon as my arms were free, I threw them around Jack, not even looking at them. He immediately returned the embrace, both of us ignoring the irritating, shrill alarm. "Thank you." I whispered as I kissed his cheek, keeping my lips there for a few seconds before withdrawing. I looked at my arms and then I sighed.

They were covered in scratches, cuts, gashes, holes, etchings, patterns, writing… It was disgusting. I didn't cry. I only stared. I then only stared at Jack when he pressed his lips to each horrifying unnatural anomaly on my arm. What was he doing? That didn't even make sense. I didn't like it. No, I'm lying. I loved it.

We were out of the Asylum as quickly as possible. I had a feeling that Jack had been there before and now I knew of the horrors within. When we got back, Jack sent me straight to bed. I had a motherfuckin' headache the size of Texas and every time it throbbed, it felt like a bloody nuke had dropped, setting off at least a hundred bombs and then created a world apocalypse. I think you can guess how much pain I was in. So, Jack placed me in my bed, saying that he would help me clean up the next day. He went to leave. "Jack." I mumbled. He looked back at me and I could see his inner turmoil. For letting that happen to me. "Stay." I said simply. He didn't hesitate. He came straight back and sat beside me. I shook my head.

"No, lay with me. You need to sleep too." I couldn't handle very many words at that present time. I think I was in shock that Jack had actually rescued me. The bloody hero… He didn't reply. But he did as I asked. He crossed to other side of the bed, removed his jacket, waistcoat and shoes, and then crawled into bed with me. As soon as he was in, I turned and buried my face into his chest. He kept me close. How would I repay this man? God, I don't even know. I guess vowing never to leave him would be a good place to start.

I woke up the next morning and regretted it. Jack was still asleep and the temptation to kiss him was overwhelming. Not only that, but his makeup was off. I hadn't even realized he had removed it last night before he put me to bed. I slowly looked up and I couldn't help but admire him. Of course I couldn't help it; I'm in love with him for God's sake. His scars were more pronounced without the makeup and it made me think of what mine must look like. I didn't like thinking. So, I drifted off again feeling a little better than I did earlier.

"Wakey wakey." I grumbled lowly. Who on earth would dare wake me up? "Come on, dollface. Remember, we got a point to prove to a city of dull." My eyes cracked open a little. Of course, only Jack would. "Coooome oooon. I'm getting a little bored, ya know." I groaned and stretched like a cat, ignoring the fact that I was stretching right over a man who I found incredibly attractive. A small growl elicited from Jack's chest and I smirked. "Yeah, take that." I taunted. I didn't count on the fact that he stronger than me. He flipped us, him now on me, and nuzzled my hair.
"As much as I adore you, dollface, I don't want to completely de-flower you." And then he got up. Leaving me a red-faced mess. Since when did I blush? Since Jack, that's when.

I had bathed and scrubbed all of the blood off of my skin. The hospital gown was burned, I didn't even have to ask Jack to do that for me. We left the straightjacket at the asylum. Guilt gnawed at my stomach as I thought about the plan. How much had I disrupted it? I don't think I wanted to ask. Jack could see how guilty I was. He didn't ask for the reason because he already knew. He didn't need to reassure me though. I knew he didn't mind. At least, I think I knew.

The longer we sat and waited, the more my blood boiled. It was night and the ferries were being boarded. I gulped down bile and anger and then stood and paced. I was feeling so restless. Jack just watched me in amusement. Every time my mind wandered from the current plan, it wandered to the Mayor. I had yet to kill him. I needed to kill him. The thoughts about his soon to be grisly death kept running through my head and the techniques and deaths got more creative every time. God damn it, this was so annoying. I should have been concentrating at the task at hand.

"What's up, dollface?" Jack asked casually, still slouching by a metal girder in the building we were stationed in. All of our hostages were in the clown suits. It would be amusing to watch Batman try to kill them, realize his mistake, and then kill the SWAT team that we knew were hoping to triangulate our position. I sighed. "I can't stop thinking about the Mayor." Jack raised his eyebrows.
"You like him that much, huh?" He teased and I managed a little smile, my scars stretching a little.
"Yeaaaahhh." I paused and went back to being serious, "I want to kill him. A lot. I don't know when I'll next get the chance." I explained. Jack tilted his head and continued watching me.

"I'll be shipped to Arkham after this." Jack told me. I looked at his sharply. His face and voice were monotonous and indifferent but his eyes told me a different story. That he didn't want to go. But who would want to go to that horrid place? "And do you wish to go?" I asked, making sure I wasn't imagining it. He looked at me sadly.
"Not particularly." I strode back over to him and sat beside him.
"I'll be with you though. I'll be there too. Then you won't go any crazier than you already are." I teased lightly. He didn't chuckle. He just continued to watch me. It was sorta creeping me out but it excited me as well. Is that healthy? I certainly hope so. "I won't let you go back. Not after what they did to you. No way." He vowed, hand on his chest and everything. I frowned and swallowed.
"Yeah, well, I'm not going to let you go then. I'll be there, just in time, to save you." I did the same oath as he did and he didn't argue. He merely watched me as he played with my hair.

The time had come. I pressed a few buttons on our general controller for the ferries and their lights, engineering and basic stuff like that. One by one, the lights flickered and the engines stopped. I had no doubt that they'd be checking the engine rooms, finding our fantastic bomb, present and oil tanks. It just added a little danger. And God knows, we love ourselves a bit of danger. Jack took his phone out of his pocket and pressed one button. I heard it dial and I nearly laughed at the fact that he had the both of the ferries' intercom on speed dial.

"Tonight, you're all gonna be a part of a social experiment." Like guinea pigs. "Through the magic of diesel and ammonium nitrate, "Oh, how I love explosions. "We're ready right now to blow you all sky-high." Jack then handed the silver phone to me and I took it, ignoring the wonderful sensations I got from the brief contact our fingers made, despite the fact we were both wearing gloves. I had taken to speaking with a sort of seductive voice when addressing people over the phone. I think it added to my mystery. Haha, just kidding. It was just great fun to see the look of disapproval on Jack's face. At least, I think it was disapproval. "If anyone attempts to get off their boat, you all die." I smirked as I looked at the boats on the water, stranded. "Each of you has a remote to blow up the other boat." I took the phone away from me for a moment and covered both the speaker and the receiver. "Oh, I rhymed." I said with a little grin at Jack. He cackled a little from behind me.

I had a feeling that they found us. Don't ask me how, but I had a feeling they knew. It was only a matter of time. I gestured for him to take the phone but he shook his head. I think he liked it when I talked on the phone. Was it my tone? Or was I just that amusing? "At midnight, we blow you all up." I spoke clearly with an amused tone. "If, however, one of you presses the button, we'll let that boat live." Hah, give them something to think about, get violent about, riot about… Oh, chaos is so much fun. "So, who's it gonna be? Harvey Dent's most-wanted scumbag collection or the sweet and innocent civilians? You choose." I was about to end the call when Jack quickly shook his head. I gave him the phone.
"Oh, and you might wanna decide quickly because the people on the other boat may not be quite so noble…" And then he ended the call. Dramatic. Love it.

"Batsy's gonna be here pretty soon and, personally, I can't wait." Jack said with a grin. I cocked an eyebrow at his behaviour. He was acting very funny, if you excuse the irony of the clown makeup and his alias. "Aww, you sound like you're in love." I said with a wink. He turned his Cheshire cat grin on me.
"Oh, I am. Just, uh… Not with old Batsy out there." He said, walking over to me rather slowly and raising his finger a little at 'Not'. I tilted my head.
"Oh? And who would that be? Wait, don't tell me… Dent? You've been seeing him behind my back? Ouch, that hurts." He huffed a little and stopped midway over to me.
"Despite your adamant beliefs that I'm gay, it's not a man." And so I thought hard on trying to work out who he was in love with. Oh, of course… His wife… I would not mention her though. That would either depress Jack or make him angry. Unfortunately, he suspected what I was thinking. "It's not her." He said bluntly. I threw my hands up in desperation.
"Well then who is it?" I cried, beginning to feel irritated.

"You mean you haven't worked it out yet?" Jack actually seemed surprised. I looked at him with a 'What-do-you-think?' expression and waited. He then began to cackle. "Oh man, this is just too good." He even wiped a tear from his eyes. Bloody hell…
"Well then, by all means, tell me." I said with exasperation. He crossed his arms. Damn you, Jack.
"And why should I tell you?" I nearly snorted. I think the shouting was stretching my mouth too much. The scars were beginning to feel sore. Ow, how does Jack put up with this? "I'm your partner, Jack. You can tell me anything." I was half-joking, but the other half hoped he did.
"That doesn't merit a reason!" Was Jack getting angry? He certainly was getting frustrated. Was he trying to get something out of me? OH GOD, HAD HE WORKED IT OUT?

Jack had walked a bit closer to me and I could actually see his eyes willing me to figure out who the insanely lucky woman was. I just shook my head and shrugged with a helpless expression. "Dude, I have no idea!" I nearly shouted. My temper is difficult to contain sometimes. My frustration at the Mayor earlier wasn't helping any. Jack actually got angry. Well, I say angry, more like… yea, frustrated, as I said before. "Oh my god, Sony, it's your for crying out loud." And that shut me up nice and quick.

Hehehehe :) I think I'll just, uh, leave it there. Because, I'm evil. How's that? Hope you guys liked it! I thought it was pretty fun and hopefully, you guys think it's really cool and shizz. REVIEW PLEASE. Cheers folks. Adios.

Luna