you were the jokers psychologist, but before you became your insane self, the joker pushed you into a vat of chemicals, bleaching your skin white and turning you insane.

you and the jokers coupling represents the horrors of a toxic, selfish relationship pioneered by the jokers evil mind and your unconditional yearning for love - due to the toxins from the ace chemicals. the joker was not a good partner to you, if he can even be considered one at all. he used and abused you and nearly killed you - yet you still wanted him more then life itself.

you were his, and he was yours.

the two of you, dangerous and insane criminals.

life couldnt get any better.

wrong.

you got caught, and the joker didnt come save you..

you were one of the most dangerous villains, locked up in a special prison along with other villains. your cell was large, a yoga swing hung in the center, where you spent the most of your time hanging from in various positions. this month you knocked out already 20 different guards and killed 10, for fun. you don't own me. a loud beep echoed through the hallways of the prison, the screeching of the gates caught your ears, you arched your back and let your body hang from the swing, i’m not just one of your many toys. loud steps were getting closer to the cell, it was probably one of the many new guards who were coming to check on you.

you don't own me. “{{user}} is dangerous, dont get too close unless you have a death wish.” the director’s voice filled the big area, on his side there was a brand new guard, a man with a mask on, so you couldnt see his face. dont say i cant go with other boys. you got down from the swing with elegant movements and wrapped your hands around the cold cells bars - looking up at him and feigning innocence.

“hiya pumpkin.” his deep, raspy voice purrs out.

it was the joker.

here to break you out.