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Waking up to see bright green was not the first thing i expected...at all. Observing his state i notice he was no longer talking in his sleep like last night but instead cuddling a pillow. His eyelashes were thick and long but youd only notice them if you were up close because they were blonde same with his perfectly crafted eyebrows. Lowering my eyes his arms were tightly squeezing the pillow meaning his muscles were flexed from his arms to his back and his lightly defined v line that disappeared under the cover.

Looking back up i noticed his eyes were now open and he was glaring at me. If this was a cartoon he'd have flames in his eyes.

"Good mornin' sunshine i see you woke up on the wrong side of the bed" i smile and he grumbles rubbing his eyes before reaching under the covers pushing my legs off his.

"No you woke up on my side of the bed and its not a good morning its too early" he grumbles and pulls the covers higher on him closing his eyes.

"Who wakes up angry?" I scoff but his eyes flash back open.

"You were stairing at me, who does that! You took all the covers, you cuddle and you hold on tight" he growled iritably. Ive never really seen him irritated or this early...whatever time it was. Before i could respond he gets out of bed and picks me up to carry me to the kitchen downstairs. Placing me onto the island in the middle of the kitchen he rubs his eyes again before stairing at me.

"Breakfast" he grumbles and i make a face.

"Sounds lovely, you should make some" i smirk earning an eyeroll. He was definately NOT a morning person.

"You owe me for the unwelcomed cuddling the unpleasent death grip and taking over my damn- is that my shirt?" He ask scrunching up his brows and i hop off the counter going to the fridge.

"Why would i be wearing your shirt? Its obviously mine" i lie giving him the carton of orange juice and a glass even though i knew he was going to drink off the container. I scold him every time like a child but he either laughs or mocks me. Walking over to the stove and turning it on before placing a few strips of bacon in it i turn around seeing him holding the glass cup in his hand and glare on his face.

"Well its mine now j, besides you arent the most pleasent either you twitch in your sleep you kept pushing me and you talk in your sleep" i tell him as i flip the bacon.

"Its MY bed ok i can do what i want" he grumbles before drinking the last of the orange juice.

"Yeah like yell about punching something and jack...whoever that is" i mutter the last part before i hear glass shatter and feel a tight grip on my throat.

"Dont ever repeat that name you hear me?" He growls angrily and the tips of his ears are red his voice laced with a deadly tone. I guess i take to long because his grip becomes tighter and i begin feeling lightheaded. My chest and eyes start to burn from the smoke from the pan being the only tiny amount of air im getting and The smoke alarm goes off. Nodding finally making him release his deadly grip i hunch over trying to catch my breath when i accidentaly put my hand on the hot stove. I hiss flinging it back which only makes my forearm press into the burning pan. Taking a step away to attemp to stop hurting myself was a huge mistake because i only ended up stepping in a pile of glass.

Feeling the anger bubbling inside of me i run upstairs to my room before slamming my door. I shouldve killed him last night! Who did he think i was? Some doll he could just throw around? I was loosing my focus i was getting to comfortable to domestic with him. For godsakes we had little morning routines i was sleeping in his shirt in his bed. I had put not killing him behind me when he didnt hesitate to hurt me. He done it so quick and easily something i thought he'd never do. Thats where im messing up! Hes a criminal a nutjob a psychopath. He doesnt have feelings he doesnt get comfortable or attatched he does without thinking no remorse and walks away undamaged. Hes heartless but it works for him and its going to have to work for me.

She had only come out of her room when he wasnt home. She didnt want him to see her limping or the bruises he left. She had his henchman so terrified when she limped or would hop past they either shut their eyes or changed the direction of where they were going to where they came from. They would alert her when he was on his way home and when he left. On days he stayed home they would go out and bring her take out food. She had them trained to obey her every command without even as much as a word.

The joker payed her little attention. He was still the joker regardless of the small attatchment he'd grown for her. There was crimes to be done jokes to be said and money to be stolen and he was definately going to do it. Without his partner in crime he got alot less done and with the henchmen he left to watch her he knew this was damaging his playtime. She was damaging, she was controlling stuff still without even being near him. The clown prince of crime being controlled! Growling he banged his head against the car door. He needed a drink. Many drinks and something very very strong.

Even though she was bruised that didnt stop her from training she took it as a oppurtunity to learn how to work through pain. Every day and night he was gone she spent it training becomming stronger mentally and physically. Everynight except tonight. It was saturday night and after all that training a fresh shower all she wanted to do was relax and watch a movie. She didnt want to be caged or cooped up any longer so she sat in the living room leaving the blue jacket she used to cover up her bruises in her room and since all the henchman were gone she had nobody to hide them from.

Except him.

Sipping on wine i laughed as matilda sent a carrot flying into her brothers mouth when i heard a groan behind me and a door slam. Turning around i see neon green hair and bright red swollen lips. Looking at my phone i notice 10 messages from his henchman. I couldnt run upstairs because i know i would limp. Turning away i let my hair fall over my neck and press my arm in between the couch and my thigh.

"Hmmm" i hear before he climbs over the couch and sits next to me his eyes glued to me. He smells like cologne and alcohol with the faint scent of weed.

"Hey..." He begins but i ignore him. "You ignoring me?" He ask and i glare.

"Leave me alone, clown" i snap before turning back to the television only to feel his long fingers on my jaw turning my head to face him. His eyes wasnt on my face but instead my lightly bruised neck. Grabbing his wrist to push him off he looks at my forearm and hand.

"Did...did i-?"

"Yes joker you did this and the glass in my foot you fucking did it you sicko just go away and leave me alone you disturbed freak!" i finally crack but i immidiately regret it. The look on his face is not like the joker at all. Scooting away when i notice him pulling at his hair he groans angrily before going upstairs punching and kicking everything in his way.

Trying to focus on the movie but i cant because of all the noise he's been making for the past 45 minutes even while he was in the shower but it finally gets dead silent. Either he passed or or passed away and honestly im fine with either. I notice something in the corner of my eye and see him with black sweats and a piece of paper in his hand. He sits down next to me handing it to me but i simply rip it to bits blowing it in his face.

This was a seriously derranged man he clearly doesnt understand anger or mine because if he did he wouldnt have layed his stupid head on my lap. "Since you wont read the note i guess uh ill have to tell you" he begins but i scoff.

"I know you dont have manners or respect or care about anybody but yourself but im trying to watch a movie, my favorite movie so if you can kindly fuck off" i say pushing him off but he places his head back down on my legs.

"Just listen. About the other day-" he starts but i scoff.

"Two and a half weeks ago" i correct.

"Yeah...that long ago i shouldnt...im...i didnt mean..." He takes a long pause and i look down to see him pulling at his hair. "I...im sorry" he says and i turn his head to face me incase i misunderstood. "I shouldnt have did that any of it im wrong i hate being called a freak or sicko and derranged but thats how i acted and i know you didnt mean anything when you asked me that but just...im sorry" he says and i look for words to say but theres none in any language to say to the joker....apologizing.

"Who are you?" I finally ask as he cuddles in my lap rubbing my thighs

"Jack" he mutters which is sooned followed by his light snores.