My Christmas of 2009

As i whatched the frozen ice fly from the sky and land gently on the ground, covering it with a white sheet outside the prison cell of Arkham, I began thinking about my family.
Oh my dear family.
My lovely dark angel of evil with his insane laugh and his precuading grin that gives me chills as i write this.
I remember as clear as day.....
The pain i felt not being in his gentle arms.
Of corse there was little Joker Junior.
Looking so much like his daddy everday.
I had promised to teach him how to shoot a gun once i had gotten out.
And then my darling daughter Juno.
Though she stuck to the resemblance of me, her smile always made me put my beloved Mr. J-ay.
Though she was much younger than her brother JJ, she would learn from her parents soon enough.

Time always seems so slow in Arkham. You never keep track of what day it is unless you're counting down to your leaving.
I had forgotten it was Christmas and that i would not be spending it with my beloved family.

By the time of midnight, i had cried myself to sleep on the ground, hugging my knees tightly.
And the loud boom of a bomb and the shake of the cell had woken me up.
My beloved angel with the two children stood infront of me were the cell was before it broke.
"Puddin'!" I shouted and ran and embrassed him in a long tight hug.
"Merry Christmas, sweets." Joker smiled and caressed me in his arms.