-HARLEY'S POV-
"LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT!!!" I screamed, throwing my self at the padded walls.
My arms were locked in a straightjacket.
"Shut it Quinn!" A worker shouted from behind the door.
"YOU'RE ALL SCREWED! YOU HEAR ME? SCREWED!"
Suddenly, I heard the door unlock, making a big heavy metal sound.
Then, four men entered the room- one with a black bat.
"NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME"
One man pulled out a syringe, but I lifted my leg up and kicked it out of his hand.
And then, the fight started. I threw kicks, jumps and head butts.
"BACK UP! WE NEED BACK UP!" A worker ran out and called down the corridor.
Meanwhile, I was kicking all the remaining men around the head, making them all fall to the ground like flies.
I felt two arms wrap around me from behind, trying to stop me.
"NOT TODAY PAL!" I cackled, planning my next moves.
I ran my legs up the side of the wall, and managed to jump over the man, catching him off guard.
Before he could even turn around, I swung my leg around his neck, making him fall to the ground.
"No! No!" He begged
Then, I jumped on his neck, feeling it snap under my feet.
His body lay lifeless with the others.
All of a sudden, I heard a mass of footsteps running down the hall toward me.
I backed up and crouched in a corner.
However, when I saw the dead bodies around me, I giggled maniacally. Mr J will be proud.
"THERE! DONT MOVE QUINN!" A doctor warned, barging into the padded room with many other workers.
He looked around, and gasped at the bodies around him. His friends.
"Oh my...oh my god"
"What's wrong doc?" I mocked
He glared at me, his face turning pale.
"SEDATE HER! SEND HER TO SHOCK THERAPY"
"OO YHATZEE!" I giggled, feeling the needle stab my neck.
I quickly felt myself lose consciousness again, falling limp into the workers arms.
But while I still had control of my thoughts, I thought about Mr J, that's all I ever did think about.
I knew my Puddin' was going to save me. I just knew it.
-IVYS POV-
It was the next morning.
I rolled over and saw Joker asleep peacefully, I didn't want to disturb him.
I laid on my back and stared up at the ceiling, replaying last night in my mind.
"The way he runs his fingertips along my skin" I thought, what brought a smile to my face "the way he kisses my neck, and down my body"
I looked over at him, and his green hair was all messed up.
As I looked closer at his face, I saw a faint red mark on his cheek from where I hit him.
I felt the guilt take over my body.
He may of hit me first- but I was just as bad, maybe worse.
Recently, when we got into arguments, he would never hit me, but I would hit him out of anger.
He always got angry and shouted, but never hit me back, not anymore.
It was last night when I mentioned how I knew about his backstory with Harley that pushed him a little too far, but he seemed apologetic afterward.
Was I changing him? Was I making him more sensitive? Maybe...just maybe...he would be a good father...no...no he wouldn't.
I had to keep telling myself be wouldn't, because I knew he wouldn't.
I rolled over and faced him, our noses touching slightly. The sun shone though the window, giving the room an orange morning hue.
I brought my hand up to his head and moved some hair out of his sleepy face with my fingertips, what caused him to make a little mumbling noise.
I let out a tiny laugh, and his eyes fluttered open.
"Morning" I smiled, looking into his blue eyes.
"Good morning Ivy" he smiled warmly.
That was the first time I had seen him smile...really smile.
He brought his hand up to my arm what was poking out of the covers, and ran his fingers up and down it.
I glanced at his movements, then back at him.
I noticed the red mark on his cheek again.
"I'm...I'm sorry" I mumbled, closing my eyes.
I couldn't look at it.
He stopped tickling my arm and sat up slightly.
"What?"
"I'm sorry for hitting you" I sighed, looking up at him.
He gave me an apologetic look, then sighed also.
"I'm..I'm...same.."
I let out a little chuckle, sitting up slightly to be level with him.
"You're same?"
He nodded.
"Yes"
"You mean...you're sorry?" I smiled, letting my head fall to the side.
He had said sorry before, but whenever he did, he was always awkward about it. Mainly because everyone thought he was incapable of remorse- and he was...but not with me.
"Yes...I guess" he replied in his raspy voice.
Moments like this...special moments like this was strange for him, I could tell sometimes he didn't know what to do- but I just found it cute...funny in a way.
"Let me see what time it is" I said, changing the subject.
I rolled to the other side of the bed and picked up my phone what was laying on the bedside table.
When I lit up the phone, I immediately set my eyes on a text by Bruce...
"Ivy, it's me Bruce. I wanted to ask if you could come with me to Arkham to see Harley today, you would be helping a lot if you did"
I sighed, and it caught Jokers attention.
"What's wrong?" He asked
I quickly turned my head to him and gave an answer.
"Nothing, nothing...it's only 9, still early" I smiled weakly.
I didn't feel like going to Arkham again though.
Every time I thought of that place, I imagined Joker suffering in there.
When I had that thought, I looked over at him.
A beam of morning sunlight lit up half of his chest and face, and his eyes sparkled.
He had been through so much, and I still didn't know the half of it.
I shuffled back over to him, and nuzzled into his chest.
It was moments like this I failed to believe he was a psychopath. There was a side to him what he only revealed to me, and I admired it.
"What are you thinking about princess?" He whispered as he rested his chin on the top of my head.
"Nothing" I gave a tiny chuckle, sitting up once more to look at his face.
I looked into his eyes, and he looked into mine.
It was like something out of a cheesy romantic movie, but it was...it was special. Something about it was magical to me.
I leant forward and kissed him gently, and he pulled me close.
"I love you" I mumbled against his lips softly.
Suddenly, I felt him tense up.
I pulled away and looked at him.
"Oh..."
I got out of his grip, and rolled over. I heard him sigh as I did.
Why did I say that?
He had said those words to me before, but he didn't really mean them then- but when I say it now, he suddenly doesn't feel the same...after all we have gone through...
"Maybe he was incapable of love" I thought, feeling a tear roll down my face and drop off my nose.
I gave him time to say something, but he didn't.
I wiped the tear away, and got up, revealing my naked body- but only showed my back.
I could feel his eyes trace my back, but I didn't care at this point.
He obviously didn't feel the same.
Just as I was about to slip my shirt on, I felt a hand touch my arm.
"Ivy" I heard him say, and I turned my head.
"I...I love you too"
In that moment...in that sentence...even in his eyes...I knew he truly meant it.