The Joker didn't move me to the other room where I once was. I think he is going to keep his own eye on me rather than his henchmen. Especially after that incident. I noticed since that incident, the Joker kept to himself. He moved my stuff from the other room into this one which I don't mind considering it does have a bigger bed. The Joker rarely sleeps in it so I have it to myself. The frame glass hasn't been fixed but my feet healed for laying around. Also for the reason I have been locked in here since then. My thumbs rotated around each other as the palms rested on my stomach. I didn't even look when the door opened revealing the Joker. A light thump landed by my legs. His voice gave instruction, "Change into that. You are going to help me with something."

I glanced down at the box then at him. I narrowed my eyes, "I'm not helping you with any killing."

The Joker rolled his eyes, "Nooo, you are going to change into that and be my little helper today. I... uh need things done and I don't have the looks for it."

I stopped my finger movement and sat up. I glanced at the white box which holds a piece of clothing. I questioned, "What is it that you want me to do?"

His fingers touched the glossy white box drumming them. He answered, "I need you to talk to a few uh officers for me. I need people inside little Gordon's pen. You are going to sweet talk them."

I climbed onto my knees scooting closer to the box. My fingers reached for the lid about to pull it up but his hand is stopping me. I see the box indenting by his hand putting pressure on it. I looked up at him seeing the usual face paint. I kept my hand frozen at the lid. I spoke softly, "What?"

He asked with his tongue darting once over his lips, "How did the boy die?"

I felt the warmth of my body leave. I looked away removing my hand from the box. I rubbed my arms, "I don't like to talk about it."

I heard the box crush under his weight. His voice boomed, "LOOK AT ME!"

I slowly turned my gaze towards him. He is resisting the urge to grab his switchblade. I could see it in the twitch of his hand. His writing hand. I stared at him. I scooted closer to him. He didn't move away from me as he watched with a careful eye on what I am doing. He always did that whenever I try to do something for him that I always have to end up blindfolding him. I reached for his curly green hair. I whispered, "Why do you put this facade on? There's some Jack in you I see it. You would of killed me by now to send some sort of message but you didn't. You ask about the bo- Eric rarely but you still do. Why do you care?"

I moved a strand away from his face staring into his brown eyes. His hand shot up grabbing my wrist hard. I glanced at it then back at him, "I know... I shouldn't said his name but... you can't hide from the past. I am your past and so was he. He was our son."

I felt his grip tighten which made me wince slightly. I can feel the pressure against my bone. I dared to get closer. He was or well he is my husband. He never hurt me till I reappeared in his life of the Joker. I moved a half of knee step leaning my face by his cheek. My lips near his ear. I whispered, "Kill me. You know you want to. You have been having a twitchy hand from the moment I refused you. I'm not scared, Jack. Just make it quick and not with a knife."

The Joker's brows couldn't help but knit in confusion. I felt his jaw move as I know his tick of licking his lips just happened. I closed my eyes waiting for it. Five minutes have passed and nothing happened. I moved back seeing him watch my every move once more. His tongue went over his lip before he spoke, "Did he uh... die by a blade?"

I gave a small nod. I spoke softly, "They... they just wouldn't..."

My voice got louder by the second, "They wouldn't stop. They just wouldn't stop stabbing my boy! Over and over again the blade sunk into his skin. They made, god they made me watch! I wanted to more than ever kill the men."

The Joker blinked at my reaction. He knows a little bit why the woman infront of him wouldn't talk about it. He thinks that the moment she does, the more she crosses into the deep end... with him. He watched as my fingers tangled themselves in my hair. My fingers gripped at my hair as I let out a cry of frustration. A laugh bubbled from his lips, "Now that is what I call crazy!"

I felt tears well up as I look up at him. I couldn't help myself as I am pissed he even said that. I slapped him which made his laughter come out more. He slowly stop his laughing. His hands holding his stomach. I grabbed the front of his vest pulling him towards the bed. I'm not that strong but I caught him off guard. The box and me bounced a little as his body landed on the mattress. I turned him over climbing onto his waist. I pushed all my weight to my hands that are sitting on his shoulders. His laughter caught up again. I slapped him again, "His death isn't funny!"

The Joker's finger caught a "tear" underneath his eye from laughing. He spoke with a little bit of giggling added, "Ohohoho it's not funny at all! Definitely! I'm just finding your little break down hilarious."

I pursed my lips as I groaned in frustration. I was about to get off till I felt his hands grip my wrists tightly. His voice brought my attention back to him, "Where do you uh think you going?"

I narrowed my eyes, "Away from you if that is what you are wondering."

He tugged at my wrist making my body lurch forward lightly. His other hand let go of my wrist to travel along my thigh up to my sides. He spoke, "Don't forget I know where all of your spots."

I felt his thumb massage my back muscle. I felt my eyes slowly close. I moved into his touch. It isn't like I never wanted his touch. He is still the being of my husband but with a killer personality. Literally. His grip on my wrist loosen once he knows of my body relaxing. I felt his other hand lightly go to the other side of my waist and thumb massage my muscle. His other hand slowly moved towards my stomach and I know where it was going. I grabbed his hand holding it tightly. I spat, "Don't you dare."

His lips brought a smile. His free hand gestured to his face, "It's not as horrible as mine, sweet cheeks. Get over it."

I threw his hand back at his body before I got off of him. I ran a hand through my hair, "You.. you aren't a freak like I am. I just couldn't have it any other way. Oh no, no. It had to be that way."

He sat up leaning on his elbows. His face twitched at the word 'freak'. His eyes followed me as I began to pace then went to the box which looks crushed. He knows from when she got out of the shower at the first couple days she was here that she had scars all over her. His tongue grazed against the edge of his scars. He responded, "Am I a freak? Is the boy a freak? are we one big freak family?"

I stopped at his words. I pointed hard towards my scar from the C-section. I still hate it even though I loved my son dearly. I spoke in anger, "You don't have to have this as a reminder! I have many more tagging along with this one!"

The Joker could feel this is another one of her many breakdowns over that particular scar.

Jack moved the door slowly as he noticed in the crack that I am looking at myself naked in the mirror. Our son Eric is sleeping in the other room in his crib. The redness surround each staple and at the edge. It looks to be risking infection. Jack opened the door fully taking the chance of me preoccupied. I felt his hands wrap around my waist meeting mine. His fingers laced with mine. He whispered in my ear while looking at me in the mirror, "You are beautiful. Stop looking at yourself like that."

My voice dripped with hatred, "I can't help it Jack. He did this to me."

Jack could feel the mood swing go sour. He pulled me away from the mirror. I felt fabric being placed around my shoulders. His hands rested on my shoulders as he guided me to our son's room. We stopped at the edge of his crib. Jack pointed down to our sleeping son, "That's our son. He didn't mean to. Your body and his just had complications that he had to enter our world in such fashion. I love you and him. I especially love your scar so stop putting hatred over our son and yourself."

Jack looked over to see my face. I stared at our son while absentmindedly placing a hand over my soon-to-be scar. I felt Jack's lips on my cheek and jaw bone. I felt him lead me away from our son closing the door behind us. I sat down on our bed looking up at Jack. He wouldn't let me be by myself with our son which is why he is now doing his dealings at home and accompany me in Eric's room. Jack plucked out a nightgown from our dresser placing it beside me. He spoke, "Get dressed. You are beautiful to me and that is the only thing matters."

He left me to my own devices as he fixed around the home.

He rolled his eyes getting off the bed. He spoke as he passed me, "You are fine. I love your scars. Get over it."

I didn't look at him. I just stared at the white crushed box. I did get over the scar issue and love my son dearly. I embraced it till he went and try to touch it. I grew to bare it but no matter what no one touches the thick white scar of the C-section of Eric's birth. It's the imperfection I couldn't live down. I wouldn't change giving birth to Eric well maybe wishing it was of the more natural sense. I rubbed my forehead hard as all of this is stressing me out. I walked to the box lifting it up revealing what I hoped it not to be.

Here you guys go! I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what you think of this chapter. As you can see, Madeline isn't all that sane. It did kind of start with Eric's birth of hating herself and her son but she got over it slowly and ended up loving her son and tried protecting him. She still isn't really over the csection scar completely. I know that a ton of women are probably proud of their scars showing that they gave birth to a life. Madeline seem fine with the Joker's scars as it doesn't really change the way she sees him as her husband and the man she loved and that goes for the Joker vice versa. He doesn't care for the scars on her but he cares what some say about his like when Gamble calls him a freak and what not. Anywho! I hope you guys enjoy and have a wonderful day. I'm just stressing in finding a new job and start of a new term. Have a better day or time than me!