Mad Love

The Joker lead me out to the van where his men were waiting. He pulled me in next to him and we were off. I looked around to notice all of The Jokers men wore the clown masks. It was kind of freaky. When the van stopped, I was starring out the window. I then felt myself being lifted up.

"Put me down!" I said, as I was over The Jokers shoulder, my ass in the air.

I kicked and wiggled trying to get free.

"Poor choice of words." He then said as he dropped me.

I looked up to see him laughing as he took my arm and dragged me into the old house. Every time I tried to stand up, he would pull harder and I would fall. So after the fourth attempt I quit until he stopped. I then felt something fall on top of me. I looked to see his purple coat being draped over me. Why does he do something mean and then goes back and so something nice? I then stood up to see him leaning against the wall. He had been shot in the shoulder.

"Are you okay?" I asked, looking at it.

He fell silent.

"Come on." I said, wrapping my arm around him and leading him to the room he was headed towards.

"Lay here, and I'll be back." I said, running out of the room.

I needed to find some sort of alcohol, a needle, thread, and tweezers. So I began looking around in different rooms, slowly finding the things I needed. I then began to wonder where the clown gang went, but just ignored it, being that I had a bigger problem to worry about. When I returned to the room The Joker still laid there on the bed.

"Hold still. I have to get the bullet out, and its going to hurt." I said, while I pulled up a chair to the bed.

I had to quickly pull off his vest and shirt, causing him to smile. I then slowly took the tweezer's and began fishing for the bullet. Wow, who would've thought working at a morgue and being a nurse for a bit would come in handy? It didn't take long to find the bullet and get it out. Luckily there was no real damage other than the wound itself. The odd thing was that he didn't even flinch when I dug it out. Maybe he can't feel it. I then poured the vodka I found on the hole to clean it. My hand was laying on the top of his shoulder, when I felt his hand take hold of mine. I was curious to what he was doing. He then sat up and grabbed me by the neck with his other hand. I then realized he was sticking my finger into the open wound. I then heard a moan escape from his red lips. He was really weirding me out so I tried to pull away, but he only tightened his grip, pulling me closer.

"What, no thank you kiss?" He asked, smiling devilishly.

Why was he so damn weird? I then gave up trying to get away, letting him have his way. He kissed me, but unlike the first time, he wasn't being forceful or rough. He then simply let me go, causing me to fall to the floor. He then laughed hysterically. I hated being laughed at. But I just ignored it, and began stitching up his wound, not daring to say anything to him. But I had to admit, he didn't look so bad shirtless. God, listen to me, I am loosing it.

"Tell me something, why is it that you keep helping me despite what I do to you?" He asked.

Honestly I didn't know.