Property Of Joker | ✓

39 | compulsion

I smiled at the thought of that, and thought of what Mr. J would have done if one of those guards fell in love with him. I started giggling silently but I covered it with my hand, trying not to laugh too much.

I walked towards the guard and sat down on the chair beside him. He felt my presence and looked up, pure shock running through his hazel eyes.

"D-Dr. Quinzel? You are a-alive?" He asked, astonished, his eyes wide open and his mouth ajar.

"Is that how you greet people?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

He quickly composed himself. "No. Its just that... I thought you would be the first one to be killed by the Joker."

"But, I am alive!" I said, throwing my arms up and gave him a smug smile, adjusting my glasses up my nose.

"And that's good to hear." He paused. "I still can't believe he didn't kill you."

"Why?"

"I mean... the first psychiatrist who treated him committed suicide, second got killed, third fled the city, fourth went on to be one of his slave-men, fifth became dumb, sixth died during the session because of a heart attack and so on..." He dragged, raising his eyebrows.

My eyes widened at what I just heard and after a few more seconds of just staring at him, I bursted out in laughters, trying really hard not to make too much noise. All his psychiatrist before are just scaredy-cats.

No wonder I became a legend when word got out that I found The Joker's name. I covered my mouth, trying to suppress all the laughing, while the guard was trying was gesturing me to calm down.

"Have you seen him after the massacre?" He asked, his face turning serious and he looked over at the coffin in front of him again.

"The Joker?" I asked, "No."

I lied smoothly and pursed my lips.

"Did he try to contact you?" He asked. I shook my head. "Did he even do anything to you?"

"No." I said.

"You are one lucky psychiatrist." He said, narrowing his eyes at me in shock and confusion while rubbing his chin.

I am.

I thought and looked around at the people who were walking, placing wreaths and flowers on coffins, the smell of too many flowers mixing in the air, making me dizzy. It wasn't like the smell in Ivy's garden. In her garden, it was addictive. Here, it was sickening.

I sighed.

Time for action.

I stood up and excused myself, walking away to the exact spot where I had planted my button in the ground. It was hard to hide it away but with a little advice from Ivy, I got it hidden well and I gave myself a lop-sided grin, and looked at the spot beside the huge mango tree in the churchyard.

Looking around, I didn't notice anyone looking my way, after a few more seconds of staring at everyone talking, families, friends, and future generations, I stamped my feet hard on the ground and stood still.

An instant later, there was a blinding flash, like sheet-lightning, and a huge ball of varicolored fire belched upward, leaving a series of smoke-rings to float more slowly after it. Everything happened fast.

A series of golden-red flashes broke out, lifting and spreading the incandescent radioactive gasses, and then a great gush of flame rose. A column of pure hydrogen rushed up into the vacuum created by the explosion; the next blast of flame, in a lateral sheet and great rags of fire, changing from red to violet and back through the spectrum to red again, went soaring away to dissipate in the upper atmosphere. The very muddy ground I stood shook violently and I placed my hand on the bark of the tree beside me to stop myself from tripping over.

The fire didn't come near me, it was all cirling around me, the grass burning but not the one I was standing in. And, it was all due to Poison Ivy. She had given me fire-repellant body spray which she had showed me when I visited her garden the other day.

It worked well.

Screams of people erupted everywhere, people were on fire, some exploding into pieces, crying of children could be heard. All the coffins which were lined up were exploded, revealing the pale bodies in them who were in pieces, scattered everywhere.

I heard the familiar sound of a car behind me and turned around to see Mr. J giving me a wide grin through the car window, holding onto the steering wheel.

I grinned back immediately and made my way to his car. Walking past people running with fire on their body, crossing over and avoiding the dead bodies lying on my path to the car, not wanting any blood on my beautiful shiny black heels.

I smiled, proud of myself as I looked at Mr. J. He was grinning widely, looking at me the whole time. Reaching the car, I pulled open the car door and hopped in. Turning my head to him, I smiled even wider, and he grinned wider, laughing in happiness. His eyes scanned over my body seriously for a second to see for any sign of injuries. He purred, softly leaning in closer to my face, his icy blue eyes giving me butterflies.

My heart fluttered.

"Call me impressed."

I laughed, feeling excited and happy, with a loud rumbling of the car, we drove away.

And, the last one, fell in love with him.

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