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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
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It had been almost two weeks since The Joker had been put in Arkham, and almost as long that he had been in the isolation wing. Well it wasn’t a “wing” really more of rooms carved into the bowels of the island, two foot stone on both side and gods only knew how deep it went behind the cell. The “front” if you could call it that was a thick bulletproof glass that was framed in cast steel. The locking mechanism was on the floor also of cast steel under three feet of poured concrete. The only access was with a key car, not that it was needed to feed him, the door had a flap to slide a food tray in. If one dared eat the food that resembled more of a constant left over thanksgiving dinner then any actual meal.
It was just about lunchtime when he heard the people coming so he didn’t bother to move, just sat giggling softly to himself. It wasn’t until he heard the voices of two women that he bothered to look up. One was Doctor Albright; he didn’t particularly care for her. She had performed his entrance exam and declared him insane, though she had stated she didn’t believe he truly was. The other woman he didn’t know, she had long dark hair that hung in a braid down her back, he could see her body was thicker then Albright but in a healthy way. He could tell she worked out, he wondered what that “work out” consisted of. He also noticed the slight bulge of a knife on left thigh as they came over to his cell.
‘Show time,’ he thought to himself as he cackled loudly for no apparent reason.
“Clown,” Dr. Albright said simply distain her voice as she hit the glass with her knuckle one time to get his attention. He looked over as if he heard her but couldn’t see through the glass.
“This is Doctor Quinnzel, your new therapist.” Albright said, Joker got to his feet, his straight jacket a little too tight and walked over to the glass to look at his doctor. She wasn’t bad to look at but she seemed cold and there was something else about her he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He let her get a good look at the scars on his face that formed the permanent smile, his skin was stained from his war paint so his face still looked a little like a skull with a bloody smile.
“Nice to meet you,” he said laughing at some privet joke.
“Likewise,” she nodded clearly not amused, it reminded him a little of batman, no sense of humor.
“What a buzz kill.”
“Perhaps, but I have a job to do, and I intend to do it,” She said in the same even tone. “Our first appointment will be tomorrow at 10am. Please be prompt, it would be a disappointment if you didn’t make it.” She said and for the first time in a very long time, he was shocked to have the power to disappoint someone.
“Always something,” He said not letting his shock show. “Tell ya what dolly, unstrap me and we can talk.”
“Maybe if you’re a good boy, but right now I think you need all the hugs you can get. Even if they are from yourself,” she said with a small smile. He stared at her stunned for a moment then started to laugh hysterically. The two women watched and waited for him to settle back down, Albright clearly not liking it but Quinnzel just kept that small smile watching him.
“You’re the funniest brain doc I met yet.” He finally said still giggling.
“Thank you, can I count on you to be there tomorrow?”
“Dolly I won’t miss it, the warden wouldn’t let me.”
“Well I prefer to get my patients word for it.”
“I don’t give my word unless I mean it.” He said, she could tell he was serious for that one moment.
“Good, I’ll see you tomorrow. Would you like soda or something waiting?”
“A water and the commissioners head?” He asked hopefully.
“How about a cheese burger?”
“That would be nice, and a newspaper? I miss the news.”
“Alright,” She nodded. “See you tomorrow.” We turned to left and you heard Albright start lecturing about your case, calling you a wild animal. He saw Quinnzel hold up her hand silencing her before she stormed off.
“Let’s go clown.” A guard growled the next morning cattle prods ready.
“Will you tickle me with your prods again?” He asked excitedly jumping out of bed as the air locks disengaged under the floor and the door slip up. The guards said nothing other than the occasional direction that lead you to our conference room, however when you got closer you could smell the McDonald’s fries in the hall. The plaque on the door said ‘Harleen Quinnzel, Therapist.’
“Oh that smells good, gentleman thank you for delivering on time!” He said a bit sarcastically, but the guards grunted at left closing the door behind them as they walked out.
“If you promise to behave I’ll take off the jacket or I could feed you like a baby.” Quinnzel said indicating the two bags on the table with today’s newspaper standing between them.
“You talk like a doc.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She said not moving until he agreed to her terms.
“Alright dolly you held up your end, I’ll be a good boy for now.” He said rolling his eyes a little, she came over and unbuckled the straps and helped him out of it. Then went around sitting down, the recorder already going to capture everything they said.
“You’re a woman of your word, I admire that.” He said but it was honest.
“A rare quality these days, but I find it beneficial to say what I mean, and mean what I say.”
“Fair outlook Harley.”
“Harley?”
“Yes, I thought it would open the meeting on a friendlier base.”
“Do I get to know your first name then?” She asked, he gave her a look that clear said he’d kill her first and she couldn’t help but smile. It caught him off guard that his “death look” made someone laugh; he was starting to like this doctor.
“Your food is getting cold.”
“Thanks again for it, will you be joining me?” He asked, she got the feeling he was a gentleman and didn’t want to eat in front of a lady without offering her some.
“I may steal some of your fries, if you don’t mind?” She hoped that would be enough, this was already bordering on unprofessional but she felt it was necessary to bond in some way with this man to help get a proper diagnosis and treatment plan for him. If he didn’t open up, didn’t trust her, she couldn’t help him at all.
“A gentleman never lets a lady go hungry.” He said, his tone was firm as if he was a point he would kill men over. He opened a bag and laid a napkin on the table before setting the fries on it. She nodded and took one of the fries, eating it as she made notes, her face an emotionless mask again. He reached over to open the second bag wondering what was in it.
Suddenly there was a loud pop like a gun shot, gold and purple streamer and confetti exploded into the air around them. It made him jump in shock the bag was now half destroyed and he saw a bust of the commissioner as the smoke started to clear. He looked at her in shock for a moment as she looked back up at him, her eyes as innocent as ever. He busted out laughing, hard and deep, it brought tears to his eyes and made his side hurt. Of all the things he expected this wasn’t any of it.
“Doll you’re good!!” He finally said as he slowly simmered back down to little giggles every time he glanced at the bust.
“I try,” was her only response as she took another fry and kept writing. He noticed she didn’t wave her hand to dispel the smoke from the gun powder, if anything she seemed to relax more in the sulfur smell. It made him curious.
“Thank you doc, that was the perfect surprise. Now how can I do you for?”
“Well go ahead and eat your food while we talk,” a relaxed vibe seemed to settle over the room. “I’d like to go back and forth a bit. You ask me a question and I’ll answer it then as you one. If it’s not something you want to answer just tell me and we’ll move on. Sound ok?”
“Yes ma’am, why did you pick me?” He said to start them off then took a big bite of the burger.
“Arkham doesn’t often ask for outside help, when your case came up they did. I read your file and was worried that some of the other doctors might not be able to fully diagnose you. So I volunteered for the job.”
“No, they are book fed.” She nodded in agreement, as he took another bite.
“I would like to know about your scars.” She phrased it so it wasn’t a direct question, it was partly to see if he would make her fallow the rules she established and partly to get an idea of his intelligence.
“My father gave them to me, it was after my mother died. He always asked me ‘why so serious?’ then he did this, he just wanted to see me smile again.” He said it a so casually she didn’t know if she really believed him but didn’t press the issue.
“How is it you don’t smile when you meet a joker?”
“I don’t believe you are a joker. You are “The Joker” yes, but a joker is a clown. Clowns try to make people smile by being funny. Please forgive me for pointing it out but you’ve left a trail of bodies across Gotham and that’s no laughing matter. Besides if you kill everyone who will be there to laugh with you, and eventually you would die with a kingdom of corpses at your back.”
“You’re ambidextrous, very open yet restrained and closed up tighter than a tortoise’s ass.”
“Gee thanks, I’ll remember to tell the vet to wear a rubber glove.” She said sarcastically. “Ambidextrous refers to the ability to write with either hand, now what did your father do for a living?”
“He was a vet, I used to help him.” He replied just as sarcastic as she had gotten, then pretended to put on an invisible rubber glove.
“Your turn.”
“Why is batman really a hero?”
“People need someone to believe in, some one that will do what’s right regardless of politics or social acceptance. Frankly I think he needs a therapist as much as you do though.”
“He and I are cut from the same cloth.”
“Perhaps, why do you care if I smile?” She said changing gears so he didn’t get side tracked.
“A smile can tell a lot about a person.” He said, she nodded accepting his answer. “I want to kill bats but I never will. No matter how badly I want to.”
“Why is that?”
“I’m his frown upside down, the ying to his yang.”
“What drove you to this life of crime?”
“It makes me laugh,” it was the simplicity of his answer that disturbed her and left her wondering if was the pain he inflicted or the suffering. Then again, maybe it was just the rush of power.
“So you don’t really care if other people laugh at your jokes or not.”
“Everyone laughs; I just have the balls to do it out loud.” He said getting a little annoyed that she would insinuate that his jokes weren’t funny.
“So you don’t care about anyone else, do you?”
“I care enough about you not to take that knife you’re hiding and give you a smile.”
“What knife?” She asked looking up at him.
“On your leg,” he said a little too cocky for her liking.
“Ah, the one you saw me ware yesterday. I assume by “give me a smile” you mean cut me like you are.” She stood up and lifted the skirt of her suit giving him a glimpse of the black garter belt. “No knife today, but it’s nice to know you noticed.” She said then sat back down.
“Ooo lala!! There is cream in this world!! Tell me then, are you a woman of order or chaos?”
“Perhaps a little of both,” She said with a that little hit of smile.
“Batman wants to put out the fires, I want to watch them burn.”
“I think you’re both wrong, yes fire can be wild and destructive but when used in the correct way it can also bring life and restore things that have been lost, or forge new things.”
“I bring life as well as death.”
“When have you brought life?” She asked a little skeptical but wondered if he meant that he was a father.
“The batman.”
“Would you behave if I took you back to your cell or would you like the guards to escort you?”
“Oh I would hate to miss my daily prodding.”
“Do you often prefer the prodding of a man to that of a woman?” She asked lifting her eyebrow; suddenly the room seemed too thick with sexual tension.
“Actually no, a lady on my…arm is much more preferred.”
“Well if you’re done with your food I’ll take you and your newspaper back to your cell.”
“Oh yes thank you, and perhaps I should give myself another hug. I know they call me insane but the truth is: wanting to watch the world burn is normal.”
“How do you figure that?” She asked collecting her things then went over to help him back into the jacket.
“Well by the definition I am normal to others of similar thought.”
“Ah I see, would you like me to carry anything for you?”
“The paper please, and tighten those middle two straps a bit.” He said turning to give her access to them. She tightened them unaware he was still able to get out of them.
“I don’t want you in pain.” She explained only taking the slack out of the buckles.
“Don’t worry I’m used to it. Shall we go Miss Quinnzel?” He offered her is arm as best as he could, she took it and waved the guards off as they came over.
“You’re not what I was expecting, though I understand what you’re saying I can’t help but see the flawed logic. You’re highly intelligent and between you and I, I think you wanted to be here. God knows it’s better accommodations then Black Gate.”
“Flaws make us human.
“Now that we can agree on,” She smiled, it was an honest smile and everything seemed to light up. He was speechless for a moment as he looked at her completely stunned as if the wind had been knocked out of him.
“How’s the day after tomorrow, 10am?” She asked looking away to slide her key card and open his cell.
“I have yoga with one of the guards, is a lunch date out of the question?” He said automatically then wondered why he used the word ‘date’. The door slid open and she walked in, something he’d never seen anyone else do unless you counted the weekly cell toss from the guards?
“Pizza this time?” She asked setting the paper down on the bed for him.
“Yes please doll face, and may I give you a word of advice?”
“Alright.”
“If you want to understand ‘us’, stop understanding.”
“Us?” She repeated confused.
“Yes, it’s not the money I want or the game. A game has rules and life doesn’t.”
“I see…” she walked out and slid the key card closeing the door, her back to him. “What kind of pizza?”
“Surpise me,” He answered and quickly moved to kick the paper over to the door, the sound of the air being relesed covering the sound of the paper hitting the floor and slideing. She nodded and walked off as the door closed but didn’t properly engage. He worked the paper in more as the door bounced up and down a little trying to close. He slipped out of the straight jacket since Dr. Quinnzel forgot to tie the bottom cord. He heard her paged over the intercom to go to the records room, to meet warden Sharp. The door slid all the way up and he stepped out kicking the paper back inside the cell so the door would lock properly this time and not set off the alarm. Down at the other end of the hall sat a few guards playing cards. He pulled open one of the air vents and slipped inside, following it as best he could knowing the general direction to get out of here. His curiosity was getting to him though and he turned to take a route that lead in the general direction of the records room. As he got closer he heard arguing.
“-your hands off me you fat fuck!!” Quinnzel snapped just as Joker got by the air vent that was about five feet off the floor so he had a good side view of what was going on as Sharp bend her over a desk and tried to force her skirt up.
“Hold still and ya might like it.” He snapped using one hand to hold her down, she tried kicking him but the way he had her it didn’t work. Plus he had a good 200 pounds on her.
“NO!!” She screamed, the guards outside the records room didn’t seem to care. For a moment Joker turned to leave, he heard Sharp slam her head into the desk causing her to cry out in pain.
“Hold still bitch.” He growled and started fumbling with his pants. Joker stopped feeling guilty, and growled at himself before kicking the grate open and moved quickly to grab Sharps gun and point it at his head before he even registered that while he was fighting with his pants he dropped it.
“Let go of her.” Joker said his voice still sounding like a growl as he pulled back the hammer. Sharp stopped and looked at him in shock letting go of Dr. Quinnzel stood up panting not fully understanding what was going on, when she turned around there was a cut over her right eye from being slammed into the desk.
“Joker?” She said confused.
“In pasty white flesh,” He laughed then looked at Sharp, “Oh I’m going to enjoy this.”
“No please…” Sharp begged backing up, holding his pants up. Suddenly she moved quickly and kicked Sharp in the nuts, when he doubled over she kicked him in the face knocking him out. She reached up to wipe the blood from her head, and pushed it hair back streaking it with blood.
“Oh can we keep her?!” Joker squealed in delight jumping up and down, she looked at him confused and a moment later the alarms started going off for escaped patient.
“That’s your exit cue Jay.” He walked over and hit Sharp in the head a couple times then jumped back into the air vent and closed it before leaving.
Prologue
It had been almost two weeks since The Joker had been put in Arkham, and almost as long that he had been in the isolation wing. Well it wasn’t a “wing” really more of rooms carved into the bowels of the island, two foot stone on both side and gods only knew how deep it went behind the cell. The “front” if you could call it that was a thick bulletproof glass that was framed in cast steel. The locking mechanism was on the floor also of cast steel under three feet of poured concrete. The only access was with a key car, not that it was needed to feed him, the door had a flap to slide a food tray in. If one dared eat the food that resembled more of a constant left over thanksgiving dinner then any actual meal.
It was just about lunchtime when he heard the people coming so he didn’t bother to move, just sat giggling softly to himself. It wasn’t until he heard the voices of two women that he bothered to look up. One was Doctor Albright; he didn’t particularly care for her. She had performed his entrance exam and declared him insane, though she had stated she didn’t believe he truly was. The other woman he didn’t know, she had long dark hair that hung in a braid down her back, he could see her body was thicker then Albright but in a healthy way. He could tell she worked out, he wondered what that “work out” consisted of. He also noticed the slight bulge of a knife on left thigh as they came over to his cell.
‘Show time,’ he thought to himself as he cackled loudly for no apparent reason.
“Clown,” Dr. Albright said simply distain her voice as she hit the glass with her knuckle one time to get his attention. He looked over as if he heard her but couldn’t see through the glass.
“This is Doctor Quinnzel, your new therapist.” Albright said, Joker got to his feet, his straight jacket a little too tight and walked over to the glass to look at his doctor. She wasn’t bad to look at but she seemed cold and there was something else about her he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He let her get a good look at the scars on his face that formed the permanent smile, his skin was stained from his war paint so his face still looked a little like a skull with a bloody smile.
“Nice to meet you,” he said laughing at some privet joke.
“Likewise,” she nodded clearly not amused, it reminded him a little of batman, no sense of humor.
“What a buzz kill.”
“Perhaps, but I have a job to do, and I intend to do it,” She said in the same even tone. “Our first appointment will be tomorrow at 10am. Please be prompt, it would be a disappointment if you didn’t make it.” She said and for the first time in a very long time, he was shocked to have the power to disappoint someone.
“Always something,” He said not letting his shock show. “Tell ya what dolly, unstrap me and we can talk.”
“Maybe if you’re a good boy, but right now I think you need all the hugs you can get. Even if they are from yourself,” she said with a small smile. He stared at her stunned for a moment then started to laugh hysterically. The two women watched and waited for him to settle back down, Albright clearly not liking it but Quinnzel just kept that small smile watching him.
“You’re the funniest brain doc I met yet.” He finally said still giggling.
“Thank you, can I count on you to be there tomorrow?”
“Dolly I won’t miss it, the warden wouldn’t let me.”
“Well I prefer to get my patients word for it.”
“I don’t give my word unless I mean it.” He said, she could tell he was serious for that one moment.
“Good, I’ll see you tomorrow. Would you like soda or something waiting?”
“A water and the commissioners head?” He asked hopefully.
“How about a cheese burger?”
“That would be nice, and a newspaper? I miss the news.”
“Alright,” She nodded. “See you tomorrow.” We turned to left and you heard Albright start lecturing about your case, calling you a wild animal. He saw Quinnzel hold up her hand silencing her before she stormed off.
“Let’s go clown.” A guard growled the next morning cattle prods ready.
“Will you tickle me with your prods again?” He asked excitedly jumping out of bed as the air locks disengaged under the floor and the door slip up. The guards said nothing other than the occasional direction that lead you to our conference room, however when you got closer you could smell the McDonald’s fries in the hall. The plaque on the door said ‘Harleen Quinnzel, Therapist.’
“Oh that smells good, gentleman thank you for delivering on time!” He said a bit sarcastically, but the guards grunted at left closing the door behind them as they walked out.
“If you promise to behave I’ll take off the jacket or I could feed you like a baby.” Quinnzel said indicating the two bags on the table with today’s newspaper standing between them.
“You talk like a doc.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She said not moving until he agreed to her terms.
“Alright dolly you held up your end, I’ll be a good boy for now.” He said rolling his eyes a little, she came over and unbuckled the straps and helped him out of it. Then went around sitting down, the recorder already going to capture everything they said.
“You’re a woman of your word, I admire that.” He said but it was honest.
“A rare quality these days, but I find it beneficial to say what I mean, and mean what I say.”
“Fair outlook Harley.”
“Harley?”
“Yes, I thought it would open the meeting on a friendlier base.”
“Do I get to know your first name then?” She asked, he gave her a look that clear said he’d kill her first and she couldn’t help but smile. It caught him off guard that his “death look” made someone laugh; he was starting to like this doctor.
“Your food is getting cold.”
“Thanks again for it, will you be joining me?” He asked, she got the feeling he was a gentleman and didn’t want to eat in front of a lady without offering her some.
“I may steal some of your fries, if you don’t mind?” She hoped that would be enough, this was already bordering on unprofessional but she felt it was necessary to bond in some way with this man to help get a proper diagnosis and treatment plan for him. If he didn’t open up, didn’t trust her, she couldn’t help him at all.
“A gentleman never lets a lady go hungry.” He said, his tone was firm as if he was a point he would kill men over. He opened a bag and laid a napkin on the table before setting the fries on it. She nodded and took one of the fries, eating it as she made notes, her face an emotionless mask again. He reached over to open the second bag wondering what was in it.
Suddenly there was a loud pop like a gun shot, gold and purple streamer and confetti exploded into the air around them. It made him jump in shock the bag was now half destroyed and he saw a bust of the commissioner as the smoke started to clear. He looked at her in shock for a moment as she looked back up at him, her eyes as innocent as ever. He busted out laughing, hard and deep, it brought tears to his eyes and made his side hurt. Of all the things he expected this wasn’t any of it.
“Doll you’re good!!” He finally said as he slowly simmered back down to little giggles every time he glanced at the bust.
“I try,” was her only response as she took another fry and kept writing. He noticed she didn’t wave her hand to dispel the smoke from the gun powder, if anything she seemed to relax more in the sulfur smell. It made him curious.
“Thank you doc, that was the perfect surprise. Now how can I do you for?”
“Well go ahead and eat your food while we talk,” a relaxed vibe seemed to settle over the room. “I’d like to go back and forth a bit. You ask me a question and I’ll answer it then as you one. If it’s not something you want to answer just tell me and we’ll move on. Sound ok?”
“Yes ma’am, why did you pick me?” He said to start them off then took a big bite of the burger.
“Arkham doesn’t often ask for outside help, when your case came up they did. I read your file and was worried that some of the other doctors might not be able to fully diagnose you. So I volunteered for the job.”
“No, they are book fed.” She nodded in agreement, as he took another bite.
“I would like to know about your scars.” She phrased it so it wasn’t a direct question, it was partly to see if he would make her fallow the rules she established and partly to get an idea of his intelligence.
“My father gave them to me, it was after my mother died. He always asked me ‘why so serious?’ then he did this, he just wanted to see me smile again.” He said it a so casually she didn’t know if she really believed him but didn’t press the issue.
“How is it you don’t smile when you meet a joker?”
“I don’t believe you are a joker. You are “The Joker” yes, but a joker is a clown. Clowns try to make people smile by being funny. Please forgive me for pointing it out but you’ve left a trail of bodies across Gotham and that’s no laughing matter. Besides if you kill everyone who will be there to laugh with you, and eventually you would die with a kingdom of corpses at your back.”
“You’re ambidextrous, very open yet restrained and closed up tighter than a tortoise’s ass.”
“Gee thanks, I’ll remember to tell the vet to wear a rubber glove.” She said sarcastically. “Ambidextrous refers to the ability to write with either hand, now what did your father do for a living?”
“He was a vet, I used to help him.” He replied just as sarcastic as she had gotten, then pretended to put on an invisible rubber glove.
“Your turn.”
“Why is batman really a hero?”
“People need someone to believe in, some one that will do what’s right regardless of politics or social acceptance. Frankly I think he needs a therapist as much as you do though.”
“He and I are cut from the same cloth.”
“Perhaps, why do you care if I smile?” She said changing gears so he didn’t get side tracked.
“A smile can tell a lot about a person.” He said, she nodded accepting his answer. “I want to kill bats but I never will. No matter how badly I want to.”
“Why is that?”
“I’m his frown upside down, the ying to his yang.”
“What drove you to this life of crime?”
“It makes me laugh,” it was the simplicity of his answer that disturbed her and left her wondering if was the pain he inflicted or the suffering. Then again, maybe it was just the rush of power.
“So you don’t really care if other people laugh at your jokes or not.”
“Everyone laughs; I just have the balls to do it out loud.” He said getting a little annoyed that she would insinuate that his jokes weren’t funny.
“So you don’t care about anyone else, do you?”
“I care enough about you not to take that knife you’re hiding and give you a smile.”
“What knife?” She asked looking up at him.
“On your leg,” he said a little too cocky for her liking.
“Ah, the one you saw me ware yesterday. I assume by “give me a smile” you mean cut me like you are.” She stood up and lifted the skirt of her suit giving him a glimpse of the black garter belt. “No knife today, but it’s nice to know you noticed.” She said then sat back down.
“Ooo lala!! There is cream in this world!! Tell me then, are you a woman of order or chaos?”
“Perhaps a little of both,” She said with a that little hit of smile.
“Batman wants to put out the fires, I want to watch them burn.”
“I think you’re both wrong, yes fire can be wild and destructive but when used in the correct way it can also bring life and restore things that have been lost, or forge new things.”
“I bring life as well as death.”
“When have you brought life?” She asked a little skeptical but wondered if he meant that he was a father.
“The batman.”
“Would you behave if I took you back to your cell or would you like the guards to escort you?”
“Oh I would hate to miss my daily prodding.”
“Do you often prefer the prodding of a man to that of a woman?” She asked lifting her eyebrow; suddenly the room seemed too thick with sexual tension.
“Actually no, a lady on my…arm is much more preferred.”
“Well if you’re done with your food I’ll take you and your newspaper back to your cell.”
“Oh yes thank you, and perhaps I should give myself another hug. I know they call me insane but the truth is: wanting to watch the world burn is normal.”
“How do you figure that?” She asked collecting her things then went over to help him back into the jacket.
“Well by the definition I am normal to others of similar thought.”
“Ah I see, would you like me to carry anything for you?”
“The paper please, and tighten those middle two straps a bit.” He said turning to give her access to them. She tightened them unaware he was still able to get out of them.
“I don’t want you in pain.” She explained only taking the slack out of the buckles.
“Don’t worry I’m used to it. Shall we go Miss Quinnzel?” He offered her is arm as best as he could, she took it and waved the guards off as they came over.
“You’re not what I was expecting, though I understand what you’re saying I can’t help but see the flawed logic. You’re highly intelligent and between you and I, I think you wanted to be here. God knows it’s better accommodations then Black Gate.”
“Flaws make us human.
“Now that we can agree on,” She smiled, it was an honest smile and everything seemed to light up. He was speechless for a moment as he looked at her completely stunned as if the wind had been knocked out of him.
“How’s the day after tomorrow, 10am?” She asked looking away to slide her key card and open his cell.
“I have yoga with one of the guards, is a lunch date out of the question?” He said automatically then wondered why he used the word ‘date’. The door slid open and she walked in, something he’d never seen anyone else do unless you counted the weekly cell toss from the guards?
“Pizza this time?” She asked setting the paper down on the bed for him.
“Yes please doll face, and may I give you a word of advice?”
“Alright.”
“If you want to understand ‘us’, stop understanding.”
“Us?” She repeated confused.
“Yes, it’s not the money I want or the game. A game has rules and life doesn’t.”
“I see…” she walked out and slid the key card closeing the door, her back to him. “What kind of pizza?”
“Surpise me,” He answered and quickly moved to kick the paper over to the door, the sound of the air being relesed covering the sound of the paper hitting the floor and slideing. She nodded and walked off as the door closed but didn’t properly engage. He worked the paper in more as the door bounced up and down a little trying to close. He slipped out of the straight jacket since Dr. Quinnzel forgot to tie the bottom cord. He heard her paged over the intercom to go to the records room, to meet warden Sharp. The door slid all the way up and he stepped out kicking the paper back inside the cell so the door would lock properly this time and not set off the alarm. Down at the other end of the hall sat a few guards playing cards. He pulled open one of the air vents and slipped inside, following it as best he could knowing the general direction to get out of here. His curiosity was getting to him though and he turned to take a route that lead in the general direction of the records room. As he got closer he heard arguing.
“-your hands off me you fat fuck!!” Quinnzel snapped just as Joker got by the air vent that was about five feet off the floor so he had a good side view of what was going on as Sharp bend her over a desk and tried to force her skirt up.
“Hold still and ya might like it.” He snapped using one hand to hold her down, she tried kicking him but the way he had her it didn’t work. Plus he had a good 200 pounds on her.
“NO!!” She screamed, the guards outside the records room didn’t seem to care. For a moment Joker turned to leave, he heard Sharp slam her head into the desk causing her to cry out in pain.
“Hold still bitch.” He growled and started fumbling with his pants. Joker stopped feeling guilty, and growled at himself before kicking the grate open and moved quickly to grab Sharps gun and point it at his head before he even registered that while he was fighting with his pants he dropped it.
“Let go of her.” Joker said his voice still sounding like a growl as he pulled back the hammer. Sharp stopped and looked at him in shock letting go of Dr. Quinnzel stood up panting not fully understanding what was going on, when she turned around there was a cut over her right eye from being slammed into the desk.
“Joker?” She said confused.
“In pasty white flesh,” He laughed then looked at Sharp, “Oh I’m going to enjoy this.”
“No please…” Sharp begged backing up, holding his pants up. Suddenly she moved quickly and kicked Sharp in the nuts, when he doubled over she kicked him in the face knocking him out. She reached up to wipe the blood from her head, and pushed it hair back streaking it with blood.
“Oh can we keep her?!” Joker squealed in delight jumping up and down, she looked at him confused and a moment later the alarms started going off for escaped patient.
“That’s your exit cue Jay.” He walked over and hit Sharp in the head a couple times then jumped back into the air vent and closed it before leaving.

A/N: No this is NOT an exact retelling of Mad Love, it follows the same concept but the joker looks like the one for Dark Knight and has kindda his own attitude but you can see insperation from all of them (even the AA games).
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