June sat on the edge of my bed making me groan. I groaned out, "I am not talking to him."

June patted my leg, "He wants to talk to you."

I peeked out of under my pillow, "If I talk to him then the temptation to kill him would be too great. He interrupted me and Jay. Jay isn't too happy either."

June glanced at the door knowing her husband is on the other side of the door listening in. June sighed, "I know... The Joker hurt his wounded arm more as punishment."

June knew she couldn't stop my husband doing anything to her husband. I can't even stop my own husband. I sat up staring at June. I spoke bluntly, "I was going to have sex with my husband after what? 6 years now? After I was brutally raped by his own brother. I think I deserve to have sex with my own husband."

Once I got back from my day at the Asylum, I did the math on how long it has been since I had sex with the Joker. And it came out to be 6 years. June glanced at the door and I followed her eye sight. I grabbed the Beretta and put one shot through the door. Luckily Keith was on the other side of the shot. I called out, "I am so pissed at you Keith."

Keith revealed himself by opening the door. I could see his arm still bandaged and blood is soaking through it. That is Joker's doing. His sick doing. Keith held up his hands, "I had to unless you want someone else to come get the boss and actually walk in on you two. I at least follow protocol when it comes to doctors and patients who wait outside."

He's right about that. I sighed, "I'll fix your arm but I am still pissed at you."

June got the hint to go get the first aid kit for her husband. Keith slowly walked into the master bedroom. Keith eyed the Beretta that is still in my hand. Keith spoke, "I'm not coming closer till you put the Beretta down and away."

I rolled my eyes throwing the gun in the night stand closing it up. I gave him a look, "There, happy?"

Keith walked closer sitting on my bed. June came up the stairs with a first aid kit in hand. She placed it beside me and I pulled out some gauze and disinfectant. I held out my hand for him to place his arm on. Keith placed his arm in my hand and I yanked it a bit to show it will be a while before I forgive him. He winced in pain. I unwrapped his arm seeing the bullet hole I made a few weeks ago. It looks like the Joker reopened it. I grab the disinfectant putting it on the wound, "What did he do to you?"

Keith's lips went into a firm line. June answered for him, "He stabbed him with a spoon."

I had to hold in my snort. The more I cleaned the wound the more I see the moon shape. I raised my brows, "I can see that. There's the moon shape of a spoon. Let me guess he isn't going to be served any more and get put in a straitjacket."

Keith glared at the wound, "No. He ordered me to hide it and claim the wound reopened from the gunshot while he was cleaning the spoon in the sink."

I shook my head. I rebandaged his wound, "You're lucky that neither of us is going to kill you. Oh I so wanted to too."

Keith wet his dry mouth, "How much sanity do you have left up there, Madeline?"

A smile played on my lips, "Enough."

I finished wrapping it. I tapped it making him hissed, "Now be a good boy and do whatever it was you were doing."

Keith got off my bed pulling his wife with him. June looked between the two of us before following her husband. I groaned plopping back on my bed. I whispered, "I was so close, Jay."

I kicked my legs against the bed in frustration. I turned my head and it met with the beady eyes of Eric's giraffe. I sat up quickly, "I know what to do."

The buzzing noise could be heard outside of the shop. I glanced up at the sign: GOTHAM TATTOO. I got this. I can do this for Eric. I gripped onto the piece of paper that I have as a reference. I opened the door and the buzzing noise amplified. The bells against the door jingled signaling a customer entered. A woman with deep red hair looked up from the desk smiling, "Oh! Hello! How can we help you?"

I walked closer to the desk holding the picture close to me. She noticed how I was hugging the picture. Her face softened, "Is this your first tattoo?"

I glanced at the door thinking this may be a mistake. A chair screeched against the wood floor. I turned my head back to her. She held out her hand, "I'm Sophia. Yours?"

I grabbed her hand shaking it, "Madeline."

Sophia walked around the desk grabbing a packet of gum, "Gum? It always calm my nerves."

I shook my head, "No thank you."

Sophia glanced behind her to the tattoo artists then back at me, "What are you here for?"

I am more nervous showing my scars to people I don't know. I don't want them to see. I am damaged beyond repair. I glanced down at the piece of paper looking at the picture. I answered, "I want to get a large side tattoo."

Sophia gave me a reassuring smile, "Well let's go inside and you can talk to the artists. If you want I can stay with you."

I gave her a nod and followed her to the back. A guy stopped tattooing for a second when he saw Sophia with her hands behind her back. His eyes went to me, "What's up?"

Sophia answered for me, "She is here for her first tattoo so she is going to talk to you guys so I hope ya'll are listening."

Some guys and a girl looked up from what they were doing. Sophia nodded for me to start. I sighed looking down at the picture before dropping it to my side. I started, "I want to get a side tattoo of three giraffes. Two are laying down in protection of the third one."

A voice piped up, "What is it about if you don't mind me asking?"

I moved my hair behind my ear. Sophia's eyes widened at the size of Joker's love mark. I am not afraid to show it off. Sophia leaned forward eyeing it. The man that was working on a tattoo gestured to the mark with his tattoo gun, "Now that is something."

My fingers reached up lightly touching it. I ignored what he said and answered the question, "It symbolizes my husband and I with our son. Our son was killed and I felt the need to get a memorial tattoo for him. His favorite animal was a giraffe. We cherished our family."

I side stepped away from Sophia. A girl got out of her station walking towards me. She held out her hand for me to shake, "Name's Rosalie. I can help you. I specialize in animals."

A smile went to my face, "I'd like that."

Sophia bounced on her toes following the two of us to Rosalie's station. Rosalie patted the padded seat, "Sit down and I'll draw you up a stencil."

I sat down on the seat handing her the picture. Rosalie smiled, "This is sweet looking."

Sophia jumped on a stool beside the tray of ink and padded seat. Rosalie stared at the picture asking, "Where exactly do you want this?"

I moved leaning on my right showing my left side. I used my fingers to indicate how big and wide, "I'd like it here so it's closer to my heart."

Sophia piped up,"That seems a neat idea."

Rosalie turned around to her desk, "I'll start on the stencil."

Sophia couldn't help but ask, "Where is the man in the picture?"

I moved my wedding ring around on my finger. I have to think of an answer that would satisfy her curiosity. I answered, "He's out of state for work."

That seems reasonable. His mind is out of state. Sophia nodded, "Too bad he isn't here."

I gave a small smile, "Heh... Yeah. He is a little rough around the edges."

Sophia pointed to my hickey, "That might explain that but it looks fresh."

I placed a hand on my love bruise hiding it from view. Rosalie threw an eraser at Sophia, "Stop getting into people's business."

I chuckled, "It's quite alright. He left this morning for work."

Rosalie turned around with a big piece of stencil of three giraffes. I smiled big bouncing in my seat, "That looks perfect!"

Rosalie laughed, "Someone is excited. Now I want you to lift up your shirt so I can put the stencil on and you can look in the mirror to see if it is good."

I nodded. My fingers gripped the hem of my shirt. I hesitated. Rosalie noticed my hesitation. She suggested, "If you are too shy or embarrassed we could move to one of our private rooms."

I swallowed shaking my head. I lifted my shirt on one side. I looked away so I don't see her reaction. Rosalie's eyes widened. The scars are definitely there. Her face softened scooting her chair closer. She spoke softly, "This is going to take a hot second, okay?"

I didn't answer as she put the stencil on. I could feel her hand go from top to bottom to transfer the stencil onto my skin. She tapped my leg, "Now go see if it is alright."

I hopped off the chair heading to the mirror near her station. Luckily I don't have to move far. Sophia got a glimpse of my side and her eyes immediately shot to Rosalie. Rosalie frowned shaking her head at Sophia. I already know Sophia is a curious woman. Her parents must of had a hell of a time with her as a kid. I twisted and turned looking at the stencil at all angles. I turned my head to Rosalie, "It's perfect."

The stencil size is the size of my whole side going a little onto my stomach. Rosalie smiled, "Do you want color or black and white?"

I bit my lip in thought while I walked back to the chair. I answered, "Color, if you don't mind."

Rosalie chuckled, "This is your tattoo, of course I don't mind."

Sophia added in, "It doesn't hurt much, Madeline. Think of electric cat scratches."

I mumbled under my breath, "I had worse."

I put my purse on the dining room table. I winced at the sudden pain from the tattoo. Keith looked up from his coffee and noticed. He got off his chair heading towards me, "Who do I need to kill?"

I shook my head, "I'm fine. Just a tattoo."

Keith dropped his hands at his sides. He bluntly said, "A... Tattoo."

I nodded, "Yes. I got a tattoo now stop worrying."

Keith ran a hand through his short hair, "You said you were going to the office!"

I stuck my tongue out, "Well I lied. I don't need a baby sitter."

Keith gestured to his arm, "He is really going to kill me if he knows you went off on your own. He already did this when I came for him."

I rolled my eyes, "Stop being a baby. I'll deal with him. Also you deserved that."

Keith gritted his teeth going back to his coffee. He mumbled, "That's the last time I show concern for you."

I breathed out, "Good, I don't need it. I'm a big girl despite what Jay says."

Keith glared at my person while I headed down the hall, "Heads up he might be in a dark mood for a few days or couple weeks!"

Keith cursed under his breath when he heard that. Keith rubbed his forehead, "These people are really are going to kill me."

I smiled big when I heard him getting the first aid kit for some ointment for future use.