I groaned rubbing my eyes. I felt an indent of the bed beside me. I peeked out of my hands seeing Joker with no make up staring down at me. His tongue darted across his lips. His husky voice filled the room, "I uh spread my hatred about rape but you are making it harder to resist."

I groaned loudly grabbing my pillow. I smacked him right in the face, "Just shut up."

I know he wouldn't do anything without my permission. He grabbed the pillow from my hands before throwing it across the room. His body climbed ontop of me. His hands grabbing mine pulling them over my head. His voice still as husky as ever, "You don't understand, sweet cheeks. It's been 5 years. 5 years, Madeline."

I struggled to get free from his grip. No luck. I breathed out, "I told you another day."

I know I can feel his length against me. I know what he wants. I am not going to give it to him just yet. We should of done something by now but he isn't Jack anymore. He's the Joker. Two different people in the same body. I am no where near used to this version of my husband. He growled in frustration. I felt his grip got tighter. I winced as the friction of my skin rubbed against each other. I sighed in frustration, "I am still not used to you being not Jack."

The Joker smiled big in his crazy way, "I am still Jack sweet cheeks!"

I frowned moving my leg up. I kneed him in the back, "You know what I mean! You.. You are the Joker. There's no identification that Jack is still floating around. I know he will never be back. You kill people. You are a criminal. It's not everyday you wake up finding your husband changed completely to a criminal and kill things."

He spoke sarcastically, "I don't just kill. You know that. I just like to send a message. Bring chaos to the world."

I stayed silent before I got the courage to speak, "It's hard to think that your hands killed someone and they are going to touch my body."

His laughter echoed in the room. It always seem to do that. A hand let go of my hands but the other grabbed them both. His now free hand wiped an invisible tear. He spoke in between giggles, "You make me laugh, Mads. I forgot you were such a jester. You forgot you killed a person. You killed two in fact! You're not as innocent you think you are."

I closed my eyes taking in a deep breath, "You're wrong. I killed four. Four people, I killed."

Joker's brows narrowed. He waited for me to continue. I swallowed the lump in my throat, "I accidentally killed Susie, that girl I mentioned earlier. I told you years ago before we did anything that I am reluctant in sex. I told you the reason that I almost got raped but they hurt me. She was with me that night when we were heading back from the mall. She was actually raped and lost too much blood. I couldn't protect her. I tried. It didn't help. The second person I killed was our son. I didn't protect him enough. They held me back. I tried to run to our son. I was weak and couldn't get out of their grips. It was my fault he died as it should of been me. What good for a mother who couldn't protect their own child?"

I felt his grip loosen on my hands. Joker shushed me like a child as his hands wiped away the free flowing tears. Joker waved his hand, "Who cares about that chick. Her brother is with her now."

I closed my eyes shut tightly. Joker's hunched body leaned closer to my prone body. Joker spoke softly, "You didn't kill Eric. He would never blame you for not being able to protect him. He is in a safe place now. Away from all of the bad."

I couldn't help but laugh at this situation. I wiped my tears. My voice croaked, "Your Jack is poking through."

The Joker stared at me as he processed what I just said. He got off of me. He didn't say a word as he left the room. I am sure he is going to go do something the Joker would do to get rid of Jack. I shook my head laughing quietly. He couldn't help but soothe his weakness.

The Joker ran a hand through his hair. He got himself arrested like he planned. This whole thing is going according to plan. He stopped by Ramirez and Guertz to ensure they would do what his little wife asked them to do. They were pretty stand offish when they learned the little woman was his wife. Or in their little minds claim to be against her will. They are to bring Rachel and Harvey to their designated spots. Normally he would come home well what is called home each night. Tonight he definitely won't. He would end up giving her a call. He is sitting in his cell waiting for Gordon or someone to show. His face near the cold metal bars. His hands grip lightly around them. His tongue licked his lips. This is a good distraction from her. They already tried to interrogate him earlier. He didn't give much so they placed him in a cell for later interrogation. A cop with a bat stick hit the bars as Gordon called out," Stand away! All of you! I don't want anything for his mob lawyer to use, understand? Handle this guy like he's made of glass."

Joker didn't flinch but decided to have a seat at the bench they oh so kindly provide. His hands laced together. The Mayor entered the room, "Back from the dead."

Gordon breathed out, "I couldn't risk my family's safety."

Joker stared watching the two men converse. He couldn't hear much as the inmates were being loud behind him. They are unsettled that he is there. They should be. They should be afraid.

I looked down at my watch. 11:30pm. I know this sounds cliche or weird but normally I expect Joker home by now. I already cleaned the room of his and his office. He's gonna hate me for it but I am worried. Oddly enough, I am worried for the man. He could of gotten killed by Batman or arrested. I ran a hand through my hair before biting the side of my thumb. I groaned in annoyance. I walked out of the room going to the big room where his men always play poker. No one. My brows furrowed, "Where the hell are you?"

I checked in every room and found no one was here. He took all of his men. For what? Who knows. I headed back to the room and changed into appropriate clothing to go out in. I finished my outfit of ankle length jeans, off shoulder black long sleeves, and grey pea coat with a pair of thigh high boots and warm scarf. I am going to find that annoying jerk one way or another.

Joker is back in the interrogation room. His hands laced together. His eyes staring at now Commissioner Gordon. They just got word of the little white knight and his beau isn't home safe and sound. He mentally smirked. Joker knew his wife would come in handy. Gordon spoke after a moment of silence, "Harvey Dent never made it home."

So they haven't noticed she is gone as well. Oh things are looking pretty nicely. He answered, "Of course not."

Gordon questioned him as if he was the one who did it himself, "What have you done with him?"

Joker laughed, "Me? I was right here. Who did you leave him with? Your people? Assuming, of course, that they are your people not Maroni's..."

Joker glanced away for a second before continuing, "Does it depress you, Lieutenant, to know how alone you are?"

He noticed the commissioner glancing at the mounted camera. He moved forward speaking, "Does it make you feel responsible for Harvey Dent's current predicament?"

Gordon questioned once more, "Where is he?"

Joker understands that Dent is the so called white knight of the city but what makes him really that damn special. He's just Gotham's DA. Woopie. Joker mentally rolled his eyes at his thought. Joker countered back, "What time is it?"

Gordon asked, "What difference does that make?"

Joker mentally snorted. It makes all of the difference if you want both of them alive. Joker tilted his head side to side, "Depending on the time, he might be in one spot."

Joker smiled as he continued, "Or several."

Joker watched as Gordon stood leaning over the table. He undid Joker's handcuffs while speaking, "If we're going to play games, I'm going to need a cup of coffee."

Joker couldn't help but ask, "The good cop, bad cop routine?"

Gordon reached the door, "Not exactly."

Joker waited for Gordon to come back. That's how he is going to play it, huh?

My breath could be seen in the night air. I probably shouldn't be out and about. I groaned loudly, "The fuck!"

I kicked the next thing I see which was a brick wall. I cursed as I didn't think that one through. Pain shot up my foot to my leg. I am going to kill him. I got used to our schedule. He does whatever he does, I stay at the warehouse to cook and clean, then he comes home at 9 or 10 at night. Sometimes it changes but he lets me know not to wait up for him. This time I pissed him off so he goes and pisses me off. I like to have a schedule. It keeps things in order. A ring cut the silence. I paused in my mental cursing to look around for the source. It sounds near by. I patted myself before I found a bulk item resting in my pea coat jacket. I eyed my pocket. He knew. He fucking knew I would be looking for him. I pulled out the rectangle item hitting the green button. I breathed out in annoyance, "Where the hell are you?"

I tried to get the both ends of the spectrum. As in what he is doing and what she is doing. I may of realized that I got the movie mixed up like something happened too early and I didn't realize that till now. I apologize about that. I just wish I knew where it was that I messed up but I remember writing about it. Anywho this is one last chapter before tomorrow and before I go to bed! I hope you guys enjoy it and I hope you guys have a wonderful day.