Joker's Point of View

My fingers drummed against the table. My jaw clenched as my eyes followed my wife. I needed to get more men and she insisted to come along. I should of checked underneath her coat. Oh I should of. I could feel Keith's eyes staring at me. He is just waiting for the bomb to explode but I am ticking. My tongue rapidly went across my upper lip. My wife's body is being held by some goon. A goon who is going to lose their head in a second if he doesn't get his filthy paws off my wife. My eyes wandered to the guy's hand which is going down to her ass. That is my ass and only I can touch that ass. A low guttural growl emitted from my throat. Keith interrupted the silence between the man and I, "What is going on between you two?"

I growled out, "Nothing."

Keith jabbed his thumb towards my wife who moved the guy's hand upward away from her ass. The guy still moved it lower. Keith countered, "That does not look like nothing. Did you two fight?"

The knife in my other hand opened and closed as the thought of throwing it into his head ran through my mind. I snapped at him lowly, "She is mine. She is my woman. My girl. Not that baboon's."

Keith held up his hands giving a nod, "Yes she is your wife but she must have a reason to be all up in that guy's business."

My eyes narrowed when I saw the guy's mouth getting closer to my wife's neck. The sound of my switchblade switching to his full length. My feet led to the baboon in ten full strides. The sharp end of my blade now split blood from his throat. Blood sprinkled on Madeline and on her dress. Her short ass dress. My wife lolled her head my way and asked, "Did you really had to do that?"

The body thumped to the ground. The patrons of the bar didn't take notice as this is where many criminals hang out. I kicked the body with my knife tipped shoe for good measure. I need to take my anger out or I'll take it out on my wife. I looked over at my wife. My jaw clenched as blood decorating her made her look attractive. My tongue grazed against the tips of my scars. I pulled her close with my bloodied knife at hand. The knife is far from her skin but the butt end is pressing against her lower back. I growled lowly, "You are mine."

She rolled her eyes pushing me away. She started to walk away waving her hand. Her voice sounded sarcastic, "Yeah yeah. I'm yours."

I felt the murderous intent come back in rising levels. I reached out grabbing her wrist pulling her towards me. She stumbled for a second. I barred my yellow teeth whispering to her ear, "Madeline... I do not know what you are planning you conniving little minx... You better stop right now before I will kill you."

Madeline pulled her head back to look into my brown eyes. She searched them for a second before a smirk slowly found its way on her lips. Her hand grabbed my dark brown green tie yanking on it slightly. She purred, "You love it. You love it when I tease you."

Her eyes shot down to my lips which is slowly turning into a snarl. I grabbed her hair with my non-welding hand and place the blade against her neck. The sharp end of the blade is not touching her skin. The coolness of the soft edge is pressed against her neck right under her chin. A chair screeched across the ground. I studied her face then leaned down to her ear. I whispered, "You uh are going to regret for pushing me to the edge."

Her pulse beat quick against the blade. My teeth clenched as a memory came to mind. I growled into her ear, "I want you home now."

I let go of my wife roughly. She stumbled for a second. I could feel her eyes studying me. I barked, "NOW!"

Everyone in the bar became silent. My feet took me to the chair and I grabbed my coat. The tail coats swished at the sudden movement as I shrugged it on. I left the establishment. I need to release my anger. Quick before I murder the minx in the bar.

Madeline's Point of View

I blinked. My eyes looked at the door he just left out of. I could feel many eyes on me. I barked, "GET BACK TO YOUR BUSINESS."

The patrons started talking but I know some of the talking has to do with the Joker and I. Keith slowly walked over to me walking over the dead body. The stickiness of blood is making me uncomfortable now. It's not mine. It's someone else's that my husband killed. I knew I wanted this war but I didn't expect him to yell at me with that tone. I may have crossed the line. I should of thought of his instability. Keith spoke cautiously, "Madeline... Are you okay?"

My lips went into a tight firm line. My heels clacked against the floor as I headed to my coat. I grabbed my coat. As I am leaving, I shouted, "I AM NOT DONE WITH YOU YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

Keith's shoulders slumped. He brought his hand to his face and rubbed it. He mumbled, "Why the fuck did I stay with him all these years?"

I looked around while shrugging on my coat. I looked in each alleyway I walked passed. I called out, "Jack!"

The sound of my heels sounded angry. I am not sure if it is possible but it definitely sounded like it. And I am pissed. I am pissed that he did that to me. My anger distracted me from the couple footfalls behind me. A hand was placed over my mouth making me gasp for a second. The other hand grabbed my waist pulling me closer to the body. The person pulled me to an alleyway to hide from other criminals. We are in the lower half of Gotham where the low life reside and make business. My husband wanted to come here to gather some men. I am sure I made him preoccupied at his little mission. I struggled against the grip. A voice whispered against the shell of my ear, "It's nice to see you again, Madeline."

For a moment my blood ran cold. The lips of the owner brushed against my ear. I shivered from the touch remembering it all too well. My eyes started to well a little. His voice came out once again, "Where's dear ole Jackie? I heard you calling for him. Did you two get into a fight? Oh how sweet that is."

I elbowed him in the gut which made him bend over letting me go. I pulled away from him going to the other wall. I glared at the man, "I do not know where he is. His name isn't Jackie, you dumbass. Also that is none of your business."

The man snarled and instantly his hand went into my hair. He pulled me close to him. He sneered, " It is definitely my business. You are after all my property. My good for nothing property."

A glint of silver caught my eye. I could feel my anxiety start to build. The sharp end of the blade touch my skin underneath my chin. This is definitely a different sensation than when the Joker placed his blade on my skin. My chest started to go up and down quickly. A cock of a gun sounded. A low growl emitted from the owner, "You better let her go, Jaret."

Jaret's lips went into a smirk. His head lolled to the side to look over at his brother. Jaret spoke with fake happiness, "Oh it's my dear brother! Out of Arkham, I see. I was just speaking with your wife here. She is a pretty little thing even with all these scars and damaged goods."

My lips frowned. My husband never really seen what his brother did to me. I was ready for him to see and have me till he decided to be an ass. The Joker's gloved hand squeaked against the gun as he tightened his grip on it, "I said uh let her go."

Jaret swung me around holding me against him. My back is to him. My eyes looked over at the Joker. His jaw is clenched from anger. His purple leather glove is tight around his knuckles as he has a tight grip on the gun. Jaret leaned down into the crook of my neck. I froze when I felt his breath against my neck. A shot ran through the alleyway. Jaret exclaimed in pain. Unfortunately the blade that was resting against my skin made a cut. My hand instantly went to my neck adding pressure to it. I scrambled away from Jaret heading towards the Joker. The Joker's eyes never left his brother. His thumb went against the safety. I stood close to my husband. The Joker released the tension from his hand and the gun went upside down and swung on his index finger. Joker shook his head, "No I'm not uh going to kill you now. No no no no. That is later. I'll kill you later. I am a man of my word."

The Joker grabbed my bicep dragging me away from his bleeding shoulder brother. I could feel the burning on my eyes. The Joker opened the car door and ushered me in and followed me in the seat. My chest started to heave and shake. The Joker wrapped his arm around my person. His eyes straight forward glaring at no particular spot. He has his brother as an enemy but he also has batman as a friendly enemy. Wet droplets started to drop on the leather seat. Lights of street lights kept making the inside of the car light then go dark every so often. Joker's deep pools of eyes glanced down at the shaking woman. He was smart enough to know if you been through something and something makes you relive it... It will be hard to come back like the first time. I could feel the Joker's chest vibrate for a second. It didn't feel like a laugh... No... This was a growl. I know he is angry at his brother. I felt the Joker's arm tighten around my person. His hand slid up to my bloodied hand. He placed his hand ontop of my own. I tried to pull away from him but his wrapped around arm tightened. His voice came out low, "Do not move. You'll lose more blood than need to be."

I protested, "But... But your gloves."

It didn't take much to know he rolled his eyes. In response I felt his hand press a little on my hand that was pressing on my wound. it wasn't deep enough to the point I will die in five minutes. It is enough to have blood spilt down my neck to my chest and going through my fingers. His voice cut through my thoughts, "We will get home soon to take care of that. If he didn't kill our son... And if he didn't rape you and put these scars on you..."

I whispered, "I'm damaged goods."

The Joker pinched my waist which earned a yelp. He spoke harshly, "Shut up."

I sniffled. He continued, "As I was saying, I would of killed him right then and there for touching you. Just being near you."

Those were the last words spoken in the car before we arrived home. I didn't say much and neither did he. June patched me up when we got there. We tried to hide it from Charlie but Charlie started questioning. That is not a good thing. Not at all. This is gonna be hard to explain to a six year old.