© Ellie Goodson 2016
Chapter Thirty-Happy Ever After
~Arabella Jones~
The sun shining on my face woke me up from my soft slumber. I groaned out loud, rubbing over my eyes restlessly. Jack had his arm wrapped around waist, and so I carefully lifted it off and climbed out of bed. Running to the bathroom, I refreshed myself and my body before leaving once more. I was still exhausted; the life as a criminal really took the energy out of you. It was all worth it, the amount of fun I got was priceless.
Over the past few weeks, I had killed and injured many men and women; I had torn family's apart and set Gotham on fire…quite literally. Nothing felt better than the thrill, the adrenaline and the rush that I got from it. Even better, the Joker himself praised me. Told me that I was becoming quite the criminal, and that meant everything to me. I didn't value anyone's opinion more than Jack's. I had made news headlines, the hottest topic on television. Damn, I knew for a fact that I had done Catwoman proud. I ought to thank her one day.
I rubbed over my eyes once more before strolling over to the window. It was a beautiful morning, the sun was rising just above the horizon, turning the sky several different shades of orange and yellow and red. Thick, black silhouettes were cast across the streets, looking rather perfect in the oddest of ways from the warehouse. People rushed through the streets of Gotham, heading to work or heading home or to some other…activity. A look of anger or concern was plastered on each and every face; word was spreading about their vigilante Batman no longer being around, and now they were growing ever more fearful for their lives. They should've cherished him while he existed.
I found it all really rather typical of civilisation. Of course, when they had a good thing they…abused and brutalised it through fear and misconception. Now that this…good thing is gone, all they can do is moan about the fact that if Batman was a good person, then he would've stayed. These 'people' do not care for the fact that Batman was only human, and that he deserved to be happy too. No, they only care about themselves and their relatives if they were lucky. And apparently we're the monsters.
Arms wrapped themselves around my waist, pulling me against a solid body before a face was nuzzled into the crook of my neck. Immediately, I lost my trail of thought as my mind concluded who it was. Jack always carried a constant heat with him, and so my body warmed against his instantly. "Good morning, doll." He mumbled against my skin, fingers trailing up my stomach.
"Morning..." I replied, leaning back against him and closing my eyes. "I'm so tired."
"Come back to bed then." Jack began to pull me in the direction of the bed, and I couldn't help but let him move me. I was shattered, and I felt like I could sleep for days.
The Joker pushed me down onto the bed, before climbing on himself and pulling me against him. "Sleep." He murmured, closing his eyes. "You need your rest, Bella doll." I nodded my head for reply, closing my eyes and just soaking up the Joker's presence. I could easily stay in his arms forever. I could be with Jack forever, just him and nothing more. I didn't need anything more, the Joker was enough.
I wore a black dress, a short and lightweight summer dress. White flowers blossomed over the fabric for pattern, and I had black roses in my hair that formed a crown. I danced around the room, my dress flying around with every twirl. As soon as one foot met the floor, the other began the next step. I wasn't quite sure what I was doing or what I looked like, but it was entertaining enough for me.
I honestly couldn't have been happier. To think, at the start, I was beginning a job that was trapping me in my mind. I've made so many friends, and fell in love, on the way. I no longer worked as a psychiatrist, but the Joker kidnapping me was one of the best things to have happened to me. If he hadn't, then I wouldn't have fallen in love with him. I wouldn't be Doc Jones, world known criminal that was wanted in most countries. I'd said it so many times, but I'd gladly say it again in a heartbeat, I couldn't be happier, I couldn't be more grateful and I couldn't be more in love.
Stopping in my tracks, I gazed out of the window once more. It was the only window in the room, but the view was pretty enough for me. I know I'm repeating myself, but to think that if the Joker had never kidnapped me, then I never would've fallen in love with him…well the thought was overall horrifying. I couldn't see what Jack saw in me, I was completely out of my mind, so psychotic that there was practically no sense in me anymore. If that made any sense at all. That didn't matter though. What mattered was him, what mattered was the Joker.
There were hard times; that's life. But the good times were better. So much better. And the best part was that I was me. I was Arabella Jones, completely insane and madly in love.