(AN:/I know it's been forever, but I've had a lot of medical problems the past few months and writing isn't really easy any more. I hope you like this)

Weeks trudged on, and I withdrew into myself. I had gotten what I wanted, oh yes. I had gotten transferred to my lovers block, but I had sacrificed myself to the devil. All the hard work the Joker and I had done, to create Jinx and push away the cowering sniveling Gina, and here she was back again, sobbing in the corner of her pathetic cell. To afraid to look the Joker in the eye, to humiliated to acknowledge Troy on his daily visits. She was weak. She was worthless.

"Gina?" Briggs called softly from the door, "It's time for your therapy, do you think you can walk?" I did not give him an answer; I simply rose and followed him out only to stop outside the Joker's cell. The Joker's empty cell. "Come on Gina."

"Where is he?"

"He's probably in his own therapy session."

"You're lying." I muttered, shaking my head, "He's gone."

"Gina you need to calm down."

"Where is he?" I demanded, looking around frantically, the other cell mates peering through their glass walls curiously. There were two orderlies from down the hall coming towards us with a syringe and a straight jacket, causing me to control myself instantaneously. There was no way to get answers when you are drugged out of your mind.

"Let's get you to Dr. Henderson, she'll answer any questions you have okay." Briggs said calmly, leading me down the overly clean hallways and into a neat and cramped office where a tiny woman sat.

"Miss Maroni, how are you?"

"Where is he?" I demanded as I sat.

Ignoring me she asked, "Are you aware that this is the first session you have not corrected anyone about your name being Maroni?"

I shot her a glare, "That is because you are talking to Gina, would you like to talk to Jinx? Are you aware not many professionals such as yourself survive her wrath?" I mocked bitterly. I wanted to see my Joker. I needed his protection; I wasn't going to survive here much longer.

"I think I'd like to get to know Gina better." Dr. Henderson smiled faintly, "Now how did you and the Joker meet?" That question took me by surprise, usually the doctors started by asking her to talk about the day she was kidnapped, or something along those lines.

"He saved my life." I muttered, tracing the scar he had so tenderly stitched up, "rescued me, stitched me up."

"So he didn't give you those scars?"

"No." I spat.

"Earlier this year you were in the hospital for rape and abuse, are you saying that wasn't the Joker either?" She asked, there was disbelief in her voice, but I could tell she was waiting for me to speak.

My blood started to boil under my skin, this was where all my doctors seemed to die, "The Joker never raped me. The Joker was here when I was being tortured by his minion." I snapped, Jinx was snickering in the back of my mind. Oh, old friend, how I missed you, "If the Joker wanted me, all he had to do was ask and I would have spread my legs with a smile on my face, He never fucking touched me. You may not understand him but I do. He loves me."

"You think he loves you?" She asked softly, her tone filled with pity and Jinx was clawing threw my mind to get out.

"I know he does."

"If he loves you Gina, why did he escape last night," a cold blow to the stomach came out of nowhere, "why didn't he take you with him?"

My fingers traced the fuzzy pink pen on her desk, and Jinx finally immerged. The pen was three inches up her left nostril, making a satisfactory squishing noise, as an alarm sounded throughout the building. "Guess he came back for me." I taunted, ignoring her faint near death moans. I skipped out the door, dodging guards that were running every which way.

Then I heard it, the most beautiful sound ever. Laughter. Evil. Crazed. Laughter. Turning, I saw my clown with his mob of minions behind him, "Hello, Lover, told you, I'd get you out of here" One of the minions dropped a body on the ground, and I nearly jumped with glee to see it was Troy. "Ready to leave this place?" Guards were coming from the other direction, so with a nod, he scooped me up, and we were on our way. Jumping over bodies and under debris, we made our way to freedom. Our mob lessened into a group, and somehow narrowed down to the two of us.

I don't know if he planned it that way, or if he planned on killing everyone after wards, but he led us to a two-seater boat . As we drifted away, I started to ask him how we were supposed to elude them in this when the entire prison exploded. "I love you Joker." I smiled, brightly, realizing that now we might finally be free.

"I love you too, Gina." He murmured, "Call, me Jack."