Madeline's POV

I moved my clipboard as I shifted my legs. The Joker plopped down on his cot, "Well my past! It was a joy ride."

He looked at the ceiling. His hands laced together with his thumbs going in a circle around each other. I swallowed. He continued, "I was your normal guy in the business world. You know those types that has business as their one love, right Doctor?"

I eyed him. I don't want to remember those times. I spoke lowly, "Yes. I do know of those types."

The door opened revealing Jack in a suit. I jumped off the couch smiling, "Jack! I'm glad you're home. I just brought home some movies from the local rental store and thought-."

My voice died down as I noticed he just kept nodding. I questioned, "Jack?"

Jack spoke irritably, "No. I need that by Monday. Make sure you put it on my desk at 8 am on Sunday. I want to review it before I sent it out to our clients."

My shoulders slumped as I noticed a little ear piece in his ear. It is all the rage now for business men to get the ear piece. Especially in Jack's position. I helped Jack out of his suit jacket as he continued to talk to the person on the phone. I hanged his jacket on one of the hooks in the hall. Jack started to head to the kitchen. He opened the fridge looking in. I followed him to the kitchen, "Jack I already made some food..."

Jack stood up sighing, "Give me a second, Jason."

He pulled his ear piece out before looking over at me, "Can you see that I'm really busy Mads? I have this huge deal that could give us thousands of dollars."

I felt a lump build in my throat, "I... I just thought that you could leave work at you know work."

Jack closed the fridge door moving closer to me. Jack placed his hands on my arms. His hands gave a little squeeze. His voice came out gentle, "I'm doing this for us. I have to make sure you and our small peanut have a good life. Now be a good girl and go to bed. You need it."

I huffed, "You just want me to go to bed so I don't bother you anymore."

Jack took in a deep breath, "Maybe that is it. Mostly you need to go to sleep."

I glared at him getting out of his hand grip. Jack could feel the hormones acting up. Jack shook his head, "I'm going to my office. Don't wait up."

Jack headed to his coat then left. I glanced down at the dish I made for him. I grabbed it them threw it to the wall. The food fell to the floor. Luckily for me it didn't land on the carpet or stayed on the wall. I'll clean it later. I grabbed my plate and disappeared into our room.

I licked my lips writing down notes, "Anything else happened other than you being a businessman who was married to his work?"

The Joker turned his head slightly glancing over at me. His shoulders went up a little. He spoke, "Well I did have this beautiful wife and kid. The kid was exactly copy of me in many ways but I always thought he looked like his mom more. He had her sweetness and tender heart. Enough with the mushiness! You're probably wondering when I became this!"

I wrote down quick notes before speaking, "Actually I need to know your whole past. Any problems as a child? Any problems with your wife and child? It's routine."

Joker scanned through his mind for any made up stories. He cannot give out any information that he is linked to his very own doctor. Oh no no no. He just can't. They would replace her in a heart beat knowing that they are actually husband and wife. My voice broke the silence, "Joker?"

I watched him glanced over at me before giving the lightest nod. He spoke, "Sorry there sweet cheeks. I had to rake through my scrambled mind for those blocked memories."

My finger tips rolled the pen back and forth. I am curious on what he has to say considering I do know of his parents. They weren't the slightest accepting of me. I let out a sigh, "Alright go on ahead."

Joker licked his lips while putting his right leg over his left making the air triangle. He spoke, "Like every person I had a daddy and a mommy. I had an older brother as well. They had this family business that I wasn't up for. It was a little too rough for my delicate person."

I resisted an eye roll when he is in the exact family business that his parents and older brother was. The mention of his brother made my heart beat skip slightly from fear. I looked down at my notes. Joker noticed I didn't give him the reaction he wanted which was to laugh just the tiny bit. Joker raised an eyebrow, "Uh... Doctor?"

Unwanted memories started to surface and I stood up which made Joker sit up instantly. He cannot show concern. I hastily looked at my watch, "Oh it looks like our time is up. I'll be back tomorrow to continue."

Joker watched his wife head out of his cell. His jaw clenched. Joker decided to add in to keep up the act. He whined, "I'm not even done with my story."

Joker heard his wife lightly, "I'm sorry, Jay."

The cell door slammed shut. The locks are locking into place when Joker saw a brute punching in the key pad.

I walked hastily towards the exit. I am not even going to bother going to my office. I'll call Richards explaining I didn't feel well and think it's a stomach bug. Hopefully he would believe that and don't think it's the Joker. No one stopped me even when I ran outside into the pouring rain. I finally let out the tears. It would be mixed in with the rain. The only indication of crying would be the redness of my eyes and face. I didn't care at the moment of rain getting on the notes. I didn't care that I was getting wet. I just want these painful memories to go away. I blocked out the identity of my assailant since he walked into the room. I knew he had intent with me. He was the brains of the operation. I looked back at the Asylum thinking about the Joker. He would dig through every crevice to find him. Especially if he finds out that it was his older brother who led the operation. He wouldn't just kill him but he would break him into pieces and feed them to sharks in the bay. I wouldn't mind that at all. I'll even help. I just cannot think what the Joker would do once he find out that little tibit of information. He would really wreck havoc. I felt around my little coat feeling for my keys. The metals jingled together once I pulled them out. I am going to have a long, long drink.

Joker paced in his cell as he wait for Keith to bring him food. Joker gave a little signal to the camera that is so insignificant that they wouldn't be suspicious. The little computer nerd stays in there 24/7. He knows that he picked the right man to go for to infiltrate the asylum. The locks started to unlock and in comes Keith with a tray. Oatmeal and a spoon that is tied to the tray. The door closed behind Keith leaving the two alone. Joker rolled his eyes at the thought of it. He could do so much with a spoon and he could easily rip it off the tray. It's not like it is tied down by metal. Keith set the tray on the Joker's chair. Joker counted the seconds before the red light ontop of the camera shut off. Joker finally spoke, "Keith. Since I'm indisposed of right now. I want you to check on Madeline. Something... is off. She didn't finish our little session. I want you to go over tonight and get information out of her. I'd do it myself but..."

Joker gestured around his cell, "I'm kind of in a little cell. Come back tomorrow morning to give me the details when you give me my breakfast. Don't fail me."

Keith knitted his brows, "Uh sure boss."

Keith didn't mention Madeline's crazy little moment with the knives when she found out the man wasn't fired. He mentioned little details. Keith doesn't want to get punished for something that he cannot help. It's all on Madeline when it comes to how much she let her craziness out. He can only try to slow it down. Joker grabbed Keith by the collar, "Make sure she uh... don't do anything too crazy. That's my line of work right now."

Keith nodded, "Got it."

Joker glanced up quickly at the camera. He instantly let go of Keith and stood where he was when Keith first came in. The camera turned back on. Keith spoke, "I'll be back for your food."

Joker gave a nod and watched Keith leave the cell.

Keith rubbed his forehead. This is becoming troublesome with babysitting the boss' wife. He found them well he found Madeline when she first started at the Asylum. They became fast friends when she was a little nervous on her first day. He was amazed when she first walked into a cell she shut it all off and just talked with them. She just talked with the criminally insane like they were normal human beings. She then invited him to her house where he met the Joker who was Jack then. The two instantly became drinking buddies and did occasional pool in the back room. Keith wouldn't admit it but he saw Madeline as his little sister and Joker was the best man friend he could ask for. This though cuts the cake. Jack becoming Joker years ago when they both found out Madeline was taken away with their son and now she is slowly loosing her mind. Keith used the key the Joker gave him before he was going through his last stage of his plan. Keith called out, "Madeline?"

I sipped my glass of white wine with my legs crossed. I looked up from the glass, "Don't you dare move."

Keith held up his hands, "I'm just here to check up on you. Boss saw you run and got a little worried. He won't admit it but we both know that was what he was feeling."

I felt underneath a pillow for the cold metal. I sipped my wine while pulling out Jack's Beretta 9mm. I licked my lips, "I said don't move. I know why you're really here. I'm not going to give it to you. I don't feel like giving it to you. If he wants information, let him get it from his damn self."

Keith took a step closer which was a mistake because he felt instant pain in his arm. He looked down seeing blood started to trickle down his arm then back at the woman. Keith was astonished. Keith spoke, "You... You shot me? You actually shot me. Madeline, I think you need to put the beretta down."

I stood up gripped the beretta and the wine glass. I spoke with anger building up, "I... He told me to keep sane. That he needs me for something bigger. I don't think I can keep myself together anymore, Keith!"

Keith took another step further and I aimed beside him. The bullet with through the wall. I demanded, "Stay where you are!"

I continued when he didn't move, "I just want to be left alone right now. Is that so hard to ask!?"

Keith shook his head, "No, it's not. I'm just following orders, Madeline."

I huffed, "Fuck his orders right now. I'm his wife, aren't I? I think I can give orders or override his damn orders!"

Keith felt his shoulders slumped. He swallowed, "I don't know if that is how it works."

I shot close to his shoulder but it landed to the wall. Keith could hear the bullet whiz past. I spoke, "Well that's how it's going to be. Now leave my home. Tell Jack that I want to be left alone tonight."

Keith took a few steps backwards to the door. Keith never let his hands down, "Alright. I'll tell him when I go back into work. I took the overnight shift. I'm on lunch right now."

I scrunched up my nose, "Go."

Keith never broke his eye contact with mine till the door closed. I brought the beretta to my side slumping my shoulders. I threw it on the recliner. With my free hand I rubbed my forehead, "Fuck. I don't want these memories to come back."

I downed the wine in one gulp. I looked at the glass, "I think I need more."