Out craze the crazed

*WARNING" This story will contain chapters with sexual themes that may be unsuitable for younger readers.
You struggled with bipolar disorder since you were a young girl and now... you couldn't see the end of this. This was the end of it all. Trying to take your own life you failed. Insane, they all thought you were insane and now look where you are. Arkham asylum. Now this was defiantly going to be the death of you, that's what you want, right?


5. The beginning of the end

I had put on the clothes that the Joker had given me and they fit almost perfectly to my curves. Looking in the mirror the clothes were all black. The top half was a corset and a leather jacket that ended just before my hips, the bottom half was black skinny jeans with random rips in.

The style suited me for some reason, I liked it. Smiling at myself in the mirror I didn't even notice that the door was opened and only realised I wasn't alone in the room when I could see the Joker in the background of the mirror.

"Ain't you gonna thank him?" The voice in my head moaned which I actually agreed with.

"Thank you for the cl.." I began but was cut off.

"Don't mention it" He interrupted and for once I actually saw a genuine smile across his face which warmed my heart.

"Ooooh I think someone has a crush" The voice laughed.

I giggled at the thought when the Joker said "We're gonna go out."

I snapped out of my daydream and questioned "Why? I thought I was supposed to be your prisoner..."

He looked hurt. "You're not my prisoner" and with that he dropped that part of the subject and carried on by saying "You need some fresh air and to stretch your legs. We're going to rob a bank and if you are going to be by my side you're going to need some practice..."

"What do you mean 'By your side'" I asked but he just waved it off as nothing.

He left the room and came back in after around 20 minutes and held out his hand, I took it hesitantly and he led me out of the room and down the creaky old spiral  stairs and the took me into a what looked like the entrance. Letting go of my hand,  he swung open the double doors to reveal the garden which was moonlit.

He moved his head,gesturing me to follow him ad I obeyed.

Parked in front of the house was several black cars but there was once car that I instinctively knew was his car. The metallic purple lamborghini.

Acting like a gentleman he opened the door for me so I could get in which I smiled at him as a thank you. 

"Okay, you definitely have a crush!" The voice in my head giggled at me like a teenage girl.

I shook my head laughing at the thought but then it hit me.

"Maybe you're right..." I though

"Of course I am! I am you, you know!" The voice pointed out the obvious. "You can call me Karry, you know!"

"Why Karry?" I thought to myself, well to the voice.

"You don't remember, do you?" Just as I was about to reply an arm yanked me out of the car and I looked up to see the joker when he cautioned 

"Pay attention!" 

I nodded, seeing his horrid side again. His facial expression softened as his grip on my arm loosened and he gave me a gun and and commented "Be careful." I thought for a second that he cared but then he blurted out "because I still have use for you." It's like he did care but he didn't want me to know which showed me another one of his personalities.

I  looked up to see Gotham bank which was surrounded but at least nine black vans all filled with Joker's henchmen. Joker took the lead with me trailing not so far behind.

Something that I knew for certain about Joker is that he liked to make an entrance. He kicked down the door and chirped with open arms "Ladies and Gentlemen! If you wouldn't mind staying to the ground and giving my buddies here all your cash and valuables" With that he laughed in their faces knew he had just traumatized and ruined a lot of peoples lives.

I was a little bit behind Joker so he couldn't fully see me but I had not chance of escaping since there were henchmen guarding the door. 

"Hey! Men like you never win!" An elderly security guard shouted and aimed his gun at Joker but missed. He shot 12 shots and missed all of them. I looked down at my stomach to see blood all over my stomach and I fell on the ground in agony.

Hearing lots of gunshots, I felt strong arms around me and then I felt myself being placed in a car.

I looked to the side of me to see Joker speeding down the street.

He was mumbling something under his breath and then I heard a huge thump on the roof and then Joker burst out with "not now Batsy." I could feel I was beginning to slip but I didn't allow myself. I noticed Joker was doing a lot of sharp turns to try and fling batman of the top and it worked.

"Put pressure on it." The Joker insisted but I was too weak to and then I felt his warm hand on my stomach and then I blacked out.

 While I was blacked out I thought to myself how often I was blacking out lately and that it was becoming a dangerous habit. 

When I awoke, I didn't move at first but felt an excruciating pain but a hand on own. I looked to the side to see Joker there. Realising I was awake he pulled his hand away and gave a reassuring smile with a hint of relief.

"How long was I out?" I asked and he simply replied with 

"A day." He said it like he didn't want to talk about it.

"Don't blame yourself for it. I can see you are and it isn't your fault. If I'm being honest... the bank robbery gave me kind of a thrill." I admitted and with that he grinned.

It didn't take long for me to recover but when I was I barely saw the Joker at all.

I didn't think he wanted to see me. I think he cares for me and blames himself but don't ask me to analyse how a psychopath is feeling. In the time that I was recovering, the voices in my head had gotten worse and started to have urges to kill but I wasn't going to give in so easily.

"I'm a good person. I wasn't raced like this." I would think to myself over and over again but then KArry would always try and persuade me to give in by giggling things like "You know you want to" or "It'll be fun!" to me.

She underestimated me, I wasn't going to be like him.

My wound had almost healed fully and I could get out of bed now. I walked to the bathroom and showered since I hadn't showered in too long. I knew it. I smelt, badly!

The water was cold since we couldn't get hot water for some odd reason but I seriously didn't care. I left the room in just a towel and jumped to see Joker laying on top of covers with his hands behind his head and his hands and head leaning on the back of my bed. 

I tightly gripped the top of towel as he smiled and open his mouth but no words came out.

"Was he nervous?" I thought to myself

"No! You silly girl. He's a man and he is in the same room as a half naked  beautiful girl! OF COURSE HE IS GOING TO BE SPEECHLESS." Karry replied and if she was real and in front of me I knew she would be smirking like a madman.

"I have clothes for you" He smirked and strolled over to me across the room and handed me a fresh set of clothes. I was to embarrassed to look him in the eyes but I could sense he was looking me over. He stood there what I thought was too long before he left the room so I could change. The clothes were similar to the other ones but this time there was a black corset, black skirt and black ripped criss-cross tights with black doc martins.

I hated myself for liking the outfit but I couldn't help it. He knew what I liked better than I did. My heart missed a beat again and then I accepted it.

"I love him..." I accepted it but it didn't mean I liked the fact at all.


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