"There, you happy? Now she won't ever remember even meeting the Hatter. No Hatter, no conflicting guilt over her heart." White Joker asked, smiling smugly as he flopped next to his counter part. Ignoring the other's piercing glare, he gently grasped a lock of Alana's hair between two fingers and brought it to his lips.

"I thought you wanted to capture her. Why change your mind now?" The Warden, Black Joker, questioned; tightening his arms possessively and protectively around the girl's unconscious body. White's lip twitched, a dark chuckle vibrating in his chest as he lightly twirled the hair between his fingers.

"Why, whatever are you talking about, Joker? She's already always been captured. We are simply taking back what is rightfully ours." Black glared a little harder over this, not trusting the grinning Jester for a moment. Sensing this, White's smile softened though never lets up as he finally lets go of the hair.

"Believe me, Joker, it's not my intention to truly harm her. I had wished to have a bit more fun first, but I can not say I am not happy to have her back where she belongs. Wouldn't you say the same?" He purred and leaned himself against the other's shoulder as he grinned down at the girl's face. It was a look able to make the skin of any person who saw it to crawl. Anyone aside from the Warden that is.

Letting out a small grunt, Black himself turned his piercing gaze onto the girl. The very same one he had once wanted to kill. The one he had kept locked up in the prison despite the rules forbidding it. A rule they got around by transforming a cell into a bedroom; forgoing the technicality of it all. Only to let her out and grant her some freedom. Freedom that would later bite them in the ass as she left for what felt like for good. To allow her to form relationships which would tug at her heart and cause her to develop conflicting guilt. Enough so that, if left unchecked, would wind her up in locked up in a cell. One they wouldn't be so easily able to let her out of this time.

Black Joker didn't want that. As much as he had desired to keep her close, he didn't want her to wind up like all others who end up in the prison. Becoming a shell of who she once was. The very idea disturbed him. And while he questioned his other half's motives he couldn't deny it really was better this way. He sighed, his chest heaving as he closed his one visible eye.

"And the Incubus? You know as well as I do there's no hiding shit from that bastard. He'll know what happened as they come across each other. Unless that drug made her forget more than just the fucking Hatter, it won't be as easy as just keeping her in the prison this time." He grumbled, opening his eye back up to first look at the girl before narrowing it to his counterpart. White Joker simply continued to grin and his fingers resumed playing with the girl's hair.

"I wouldn't worry too much about him. He more than likely already knows the issues the little Miss was having. As useless as the incubus is, he's smart enough to realize reminding her will only result in hurting her." The Jester chuckled, shifting his head to return the other's gaze, though not lifting it from his shoulder. His smile darkened and he twirled the piece of hair around his finger. "And if he does become an issue, it's nothing we can't handle."

"I hope you're right, because I'm not going through this shit again." The Warden retorted, subtly tightening his grip on the girl as he looked back down at her. Her chest heaved a little heavier as she breathed but she otherwise stayed asleep as White Joker chuckled.

"My, it's been a while since I've seen you so unconfident, Joker. It's rather... disgustingly cute."

"Fuck, you!"

Ignoring the sharp glare his comment earned him, the Jester pulled himself off the other's shoulder and and again let go of the strained of hair to playfully wave off the insult. "In any matter, unlike last time, I have fully planned for anything that may arise. So there is no further need to worry." Shifting himself around he bent downwards and, using the same hand to cup the girl's cheek, placed a kiss on her forehead. "No one steals from Joker a second time."

Absolutely no idea if I ever posted this before but this is based off a role play I did back around 2013. It was a Blood/OC Elliot/OC I did with Peekodemeeko12. Ironically Blood was, and still kind of is, my least favorite character but I was willing to give it a chance. This here is my idea if Joker "won" her back. Mostly because I can't see an actual relationship between the two thinking back on my character. I honestly actually have no idea if I am even done or want to continue. I do imagine another line of dialogue but no idea how to end it from there. So I'll leave it here for now :3 Most of this was written years ago. Everything from writing Black desiring to keep her close was last night and then this morning