Give Me a Smile

Maybe Joker noticed I wanted to stay, because he didn’t handcuff me that night. I got to sleep on the couch, but I still had a nightmare. I was trapped in a box, and oxygen was running out. I woke up gasping for air, partially because Joker had a hand around my neck.

“Quinnie,” he growled, “our, ha, old agreement still stands.” I nodded and held my arm out. If he noticed my obedience he didn’t say anything. “I could’ve slept for five more hours,” he hissed as he pressed the knife to my skin.

Five new cuts joined the six already there, but I didn’t notice. Instead, I watched the peace wash over his face after each cut. It calmed me down too. “I’m sorry. I, uh, had a nightmare.” I yawned, already feeling tired again.

“Well, don’t be so loud when you dream,” he whispered, touching my scars. “I’m gonna be away for a while, alright? I’ll, ah, let the handcuffs long again. Leave a few books behind, y’know.” I nodded sleepily, murmuring, “I’ll miss you.” I felt his mouth brush my cheek before I fell asleep.