You were his, and he was yours.
Some may say he treated you like his property, forcing you to love him and stay with him or he'd kill you, but they have no idea what it's like to be loved by Mista J.
He really did love you and he wouldn't last a d...
Laughs echoed the corridor, untamed yet not unleashed. "I wish someone would play with me." You said in a tune. You continue to laugh, tracing your finger over the bars. "C'mon. I don't bite chief!" You yelled to him as he stalked by. He froze for a moment then turned on his heel, he made his way over to your cell. "You wanna play doll face?" He grinned. "Oh finally! I've been waiting such a long time..." You bit your lip. "Nope, not yet, we play by my rules now don't we doll?" "That's right handsome." "Good. Lights out." He continued off. You had climbed in your bunk. You had a cell alone since there had been an 'incident' regarding some 'unacceptable activity' and let's just say this activity regarded a shank and some skills. You remembered the process and grinned to yourself and chuckled. You drifted to sleep. You awoke at 7 am. Your daily routine, ready for head count. The guards came around to open your cell, "Um, we don't eat 'till 8." "You got a visitor." "Ooh goody! I hope it's my assassin!" There was a silence. "I'm kidding jeez, I do that myself!" You skipped off giggling, handcuffed of course, when you heard- "That girl is insane, reminds me of the Joker." You had heard of the great Joker before, and his work but you never were too bothered with him until you heard that you were alike. You arrived in a room to talk to your visitor and it was a woman, a psychiatrist by the looks of it. You huffed and sat down, they unlocked the restraints. "What? Oh did you know Kate? I'm so sorry for what happened, I just got inspired and wanted to pursue art." You giggled biting your lip. "Miss. Black, you are being transferred." "It's Ace, I'm not Amber Black anymore, also, where?" "Arkham Asylum." "I'm not crazy. I'M NOT CRAZY!" You yelled at the woman and stood up and paced around the room. This can't be happening. No. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Weeks later you had been transferred. You were in a room of padded walls, a straitjacket and it was all white. It was SO boring! You sat there not wanting to be tied down, it wasn't fair. It wasn't long until you felt stupid because you could escape, not the asylum but the jacket. Now that you were free, you could do more. "Let's have some fun." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Jokers POV-
"Very good Michelle. Or should I say professor." He snarled the eased back and laughed. "For one my name is Richelle and I did what I was supposed to, she was transferred, now please let my family and I free!" "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Just hush once in a while, Rachel. All that chit chat is gonna get ya hurt." "Fuck. You." Rachel spat. The Joker didn't take much liking to that. Bang bang bang bang "I warned you, so selfish. They didn't all have to die but you kept talking." "Just kill me! Why didn't you kill me!?" "Because Rochelle, that's not how I play the game." "What do I have to do?" "Make it so I can visit her." "Done. Thursday?" He glared at her then flicked open a pocket knife. "Okay tomorrow it is then" "Perfect. Great way to start the week! HA HA HA!" Rachel shuddered at his laugh. "Why are you still here? Get to work!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Your POV-
"La la la..." You hummed a rhythm. You sat on the floor painting with blood. You're probably wondering how I managed to do this, well- I have my handy switchblade hidden in my messy bun. What? It's not my fault they let me take it in here, well you know, they didn't know so... Whatever and also you're probably wondering to why i cut myself to draw- you see, I can't die. Through weapons anyways. You are familiar with Deadpool? Yeah this story for a whole lot better, didn't it. Anyways, I'm the same as him but not the face part, I'm fucking beautiful. How this happened? Fine. *flashback* We were good friends, I was fearless and he was indestructible, "C'mon Wade please?" "Umm, let me think- no." "Why?" "Because I don't want you to get hurt." "Why?" "Because... I'm scared of your mom." "Why?" "Bec-" "Cause your a pussy. Aren't you?" "Erm- no I am not." "You had to fucking think about it!?" "Well-" "WADE WILSON IS A PUSS-" "Okay! Fine. Let's go, if I'm lucky maybe you will get hurt." I punched his arm. "Fuck off!" "Yes ma'am!" Needless to say, I got hurt- bad. He took me to the hospital and I lost a lot of blood, he, being guilty, decided to donate some. I was waiting on the hospital bed and he was by my side. "W-Wade... P-please help m-me..." "Holy shit! WE NEED A NURSE NOW!" "WADE! Shut up your such a pussy!" I coughed out a laugh, it was more of a groan although. "I hate you." "Love ya! Mwah!" I blew him a kiss jokingly. After he donated his blood I was just like him, not fully sure how I am fully 'immortal' but I am, fucking sweet eh? *present day*
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