Keith placed a tray of oatmeal on a little table by Joker's bed. He earned the table for having good marks from his 'doctor'. Apparently if a prisoner or the criminally insane has good marks from their doctors they would get practical furniture that wouldn't help with an escape. Keith closed the door waiting for Joker to finish with his meal. Joker turned his head to glance at the tall man, "How's it uh going?"

Keith crossed his arms. Joker's eyes raised, "Oh not talking are we? So when will my doctor be here?"

Keith answered, "She ain't coming."

Joker's brows furrowed, "And why not?"

The tall man answered once more, "Personal business."

Joker glanced at his oatmeal then back at the brute, "I am her personal business."

For show Keith sneered, "Yeah sure. She does have a life outside of here, Joker."

Joker ran a hand through his hair which was another sign for the man behind the camera to shut it off. The red light blinked off and Joker immediately started questioning, "Where is she?"

Keith reluctantly answered, "At home. She got hurt. She met with in her words 'her lovely brother-in-law'. Mads was visiting Eric when he showed up. She wanted to go back there and clean off the blood. Boss... she looked like a mess. Blood tinted her skin and got in her doctor's coat."

Keith was watching the Joker unclench and clench his fists. Joker couldn't help himself and grabbed his plate and threw it against the wall. Luckily the bowl was made out of plastic. Oatmeal slid down the concrete wall. Keith never seen his best friend lose it like that. Joker ran his hands through his hair, "I... I am going to kill Jared."

Joker's best friend walked over to where the oatmeal is sliding down the wall and used the towel he had with him to clean it up. He placed the bowl on the tray. Keith mumbled, "You know I cannot bring you another bowl."

Joker snapped his head at his friend, "I don't care about the food. What I care about is how I am going to get my hands on his neck and wring it out."

Joker went to another piece of furniture. Unfortunately it was his mattress. His long fingers curled around the mattress and flipped it. Joker turned to his fiend and grabbed his shirt pulling him closer. Joker's breath tickled Keith's skin. Joker bared his yellow teeth, "I need to get out of here, Keith. Just for a little while so I can find that cockroach. He is messing around with the wrong woman. She is mine."

Keith placed his hand over Joker's to try get him to let go. Keith breathed out, "Remember the plan, boss."

Joker let go of his right hand man in an instant. Joker's hands hovered over Keith's shirt. His head is tilted staring at the door. His eyes rolled in annoyance. He growled, "If he touches her, threatens her, even goes near her I will get out and when I do I will enjoy his death. Oh I uh will definitely enjoy his death."

Keith kept his wife meeting with her sister a secret. If he mentions it, he knows the Joker will really blow his gasket and escape. He already has a plan figured out to do that. Joker breathed heavily. His chest going up and down dramatically. His adrenaline is pumping and he wants to kill his brother more than ever. Joker's eyes flickered to Keith, "You are going to be with her 24/7. If she complains then have her take it up with me. "

Keith mumbled, "She won't like it..."

Joker's tongue licked his lips and beginnings of his scars. Keith fixed the Joker's mattress. Joker spoke after a moment of silence, "I need to send a message. A message to tell Jared off."

Joker's eyes met Keith's. Keith nodded, "I'll get on it."

Joker smiled wickedly, "I knew I can trust you."

Keith grabbed the tray as the light came back on. Keith exited Joker's cell with the Joker laughing behind him. Keith rubbed his neck. Literally between the Joker and his wife... Both are going to kill him.

June placed a cup of hot tea on the counter. Her quiet voice brought my attention from paperwork, "You should wait till Keith gets home to head over to the site."

I played with the pen in my hand, "There is blood staining my baby boy's gravestone. I'm going to go with or without him."

June reached over with her hand giving my hand a squeeze, "Please."

I took off my glasses with a sigh. I tapped the pen against my cheek before speaking, "You know I like you June. Even though Jack became Joker... you still stayed by Keith's side."

June gave a light smile. She knows the woman before her is trying to change the subject. She also knows how much the woman before her changed over the years. June is going to leave it alone and have Keith deal with her. Hopefully she can stall that long till he comes home. I leaned forward giving her hand a squeeze, "I'm serious. I do like you. It is good to have another female here... Well anybody here."

I am just glad they are able to help with the pain of Eric's room. They are staying in Eric's room for the time being. June continued smiling, "I'm glad. What are you doing there?"

She glanced at my paperwork. I let out a deep breath, "It's Jay's paperwork. It is the notes I took during our sessions. I have to still act like I am his doctor. I know everything he tells me but I have to write it down as I go. A bit tedious really. "

June let go of my hand and was about to grab the paper work but I slammed my hand ontop of it. I spoke, "I cannot let you see it though. Confidential. Doctor to Patient."

It is partially true but I just don't want her reading anything about my husband. I trust June. I really do but a part of me shouldn't trust anyone to that extent. June gave an understanding smile, "Alright. Sorry for trying to see it."

I gave her a small smile, "It's quite alright. Now I really should go and clean Eric's site."

I shuffled the papers together and placed them in my briefcase. I hopped off the bar stool and grabbed my coat. Joker's beretta never left me. I carry it just about anywhere I go. I don't trust anyone in the outside world. I called out to her, "Don't wait up especially Keith."

I grabbed a bag filled with cleaning supplies and headed out the door.

Knelt down, I scrubbed his grave stone with peroxide. I whispered, "I'm sorry baby that you had to see that. I promise it won't happen again."

Slowly but surely the blood is starting to come off the granite. I wiped the rag across his young picture. I sighed, "I miss you baby. Your daddy does too. It's driving him crazy knowing you aren't here with us. Him and I wish you were here. I cannot imagine your father giving you a pep talk about girls when it came to that time... I guess we would never know, sweetheart."

While I was at it, I pulled some weeds that started to accumulate around his site. A voice caught me off guard, "He was young wasn't he?"

My hand instantly went to the Beretta that I placed in the front part of my jeans waistband. I glanced behind me seeing it was just an elderly woman. White hair peeking out of her sun hat. I let go of the Beretta placing my arm over my knee. I whispered, "Yeah... he was."

She shuffled closer before getting a good look at his picture. Luckily there wasn't anymore blood. The elderly woman smiled, "He's a beautiful child. Was he yours?"

I swallowed a lump, "Yes. He was killed... In an attack. I... I couldn't stop the person who killed him."

I felt a hand rest on my shoulder giving it a light squeeze. Her voice came out strong, "Your child..."

She squinted at the stone before continuing, "Eric knew that you would of saved him. He knew that you would of traded your life for his. He is watching over you child. And I presume the father is in the picture?"

A smile broke out on my lips. I nodded, "Yes, he is still in the picture."

The woman reached over a wiped away the falling tears, "You two need each other more than ever. Keep in mind, do not blame yourself for your child's death. He had a different purpose than you and that was to protect his mother."

I was about to say something but she held her hand up to silence me. She continued, "I know a mother thinks she should be the one protecting the child but it can go both ways. I should know."

I studied the elderly woman. Her blue eyes hold wisdom and experience. I was about to ask but she lightly tapped underneath my chin. She spoke, "Now smile. You have the greatest angel watching over you. Your son would be proud to call his parents his parents. I didn't meet the father but I am sure he is a wonderful husband. You two are strong and shall stay strong together."

I nearly snorted at that statement but I kept it in. She has no idea who she is talking about. I reached out for her hand that is resting on her cane. I gave it a squeeze, "Thank you Ma'am. I really appreciate it."

The elderly woman smiled, "Anytime, child. You best be getting home soon. I am sure your husband is waiting for you and it isn't wise to be out at dusk."

I looked at the sky noticing it was getting darker. Keith would be out looking for me. I stood up patting away the dirt, "I shall head home. Do you want me to walk you home, Ma'am?"

She pointed to an apartment building ahead, "I live just up there. It's quite alright."

She winked, "I'm packing heat."

I chuckled holding out my hand, "I'm Madeline."

She reached over taking my hand giving it a little shake, "Josephine. Maybe I'll see you around again, child."

I smiled nodding, "Of course. One day I'll invite you over for tea or coffee."

The old woman chuckled, "That would be splendid. Have a nice night now."

I watched her walk away, "You too!"

I continued watching the elderly woman till she got back into her apartment building. A figure started running towards me, "Madeline!"

I packed up the bag of cleaning supplies as the figure slowly went to a walk. His breath came out jagged, "What the hell Madeline?"

I looked down at Eric's grave stone giving it one last touch. My fingers touched the cool granite as I took a deep breath. I looked at Keith, "I needed to clean his gravestone. That bastard's blood got on it when he slapped me."

Keith gave a glare, "Boss told me to be with you 24/7 now."

I groaned, "Really? He doesn't really have to do that."

Keith grabbed my wrist when I started to walk away from him. I stopped walking. He spoke, "He actually does. Jared came to you twice, Mads. Joker is already pissed off that he even touched you."

I sneered yanking my arm away, "Why'd you have to tell him? He didn't need to know especially when he blows up like he does."

Keith groaned following the brunette, "If I withheld that information to him, he would have me killed and then his brother and then you for not telling him."

I glanced behind me, "I already know he is going to kill me at one point."

Keith faltered in his steps watching the back of his friend walk away towards their home. Keith rubbed his eyes moving it to his neck. He doesn't get enough benefits for this.