I forgot to mention, in TDK, The Joker tells Rachel about an ex-wife. I'm trying to make it so that Harley is the ex-wife he was talking about. Thank you for the reviews.
The Joker stared at the wall opposite him. Just stared and stared. He was sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall and tapping his hand on his knee. He had been in Arkham for three weeks now. His make-up had been forcefully removed and he had been strapped down and medicated with God knows what during his first week. He had been mocked by the guards and looked down upon by the nurses. When he first arrived, aside from scrubbing his face raw, they'd practically hosed him down, and scrubbed his hair clean, jeering whilst they did it. He had said nothing.
He said nothing when he was escorted to meal times where the other inmates called out to him. He said nothing when he was escorted to his Psychiatrist. He said nothing to her. In fact, today was a normal day of saying nothing, staring at the walls and allowing his brain to rot. He had lost all meaning of time, and couldn't remember whether it was day or night; the only clue being the small, barred window in the high corner of the room. He heard a rattling at the other side of the door, and two guards stepped in.
"Time for your Psychiatrist, clown." One of them said. A big, muscular man with a moustache. He took out a pair of handcuffs and tightened them on the Jokers wrists. Then, the other guard, who could be the first's twin, grabbed the Joker by the arm and led him out of his cell. The Joker looked at the moustached guard on his right arm, who noticed and sneered at the Joker. He smiled back slyly. They continued to lead him through the corridors, ignoring the shouts and scream coming from the cells. They stopped and the Joker was pulled into a small room. He was strapped down in a chair. A small, petite woman walked into the room swiftly. She wore a crisp, navy trouser suit and thick rimmed glasses. She sat down softly into the chair opposite him and smiled softly. The Joker instantly knew this woman was not his psychiatrist. 'Imposter!' He though. The woman nodded at the guards who stepped outside of the room, shutting the door behind them.
The moment the guards had left the room, the woman slumped back and sighed. She stared straight at the man opposite her before lifting up her hand and pulling the brown wig of her head, letting her real hair tumble down. One half died red, one half died black. She took of her glasses and raised her eyebrows at the Joker, he just sat there and observed.
"How did you find me here?" he suddenly asked quietly, staring at the floor.
"I followed the trail of destruction the make up streaked clown left in his wake," Harley replied. She rubbed her eyes, which were clear of any make up. "But I don't think you should be the one asking the questions, hm?" She looked at The Joker snorted at her. Harley shifted in her seat, uncomfortable in the suit she took when she jumped the psychiatrist who was on her way to the room. There was silence again, except from the sound of the two breathing slowly.
"Why did you leave?" Harley asked quietly. She folded her arms around her waist and leaned forward. She received no answer. "Talk to me."
"You know why," The Joker replied. He stared at her stomach, Harley followed his gaze.
Harley sighed one more. "You never wanted to talk about it before, so why the sudden interest now?" She received no answer again. The two sat in silence for what seemed like five hours. Harley looked at the clock; their session was almost over already.
"Look, I know after everything that has happened…it'll be hard to go back to way things were," Harley started to explain. The Joker rolled his eyes at her, "But that doesn't mean we can't try. We had nine years together. You can't just through all that away."
"Can't I?" The Joker smiled at her. Harley shifted in her seat once more, and placed her hand in her jacket pocket. After a while, she took it out of her pocket and placed her hand over her mouth and closed her eyes. Her shoulders slumped in what looked like defeat. Slowly, she rose from seat and without saying a word, placed her lips upon the Jokers softly. Their kiss became passionate and the Joker felt something move from her mouth to his, something hard and cold. Then something small and soft. Their session ended.
The guards could be heard coming back to take the Joker away. Harley quickly placed her wig back on. She looked at the Joker who looked back, and then he was hauled out of his seat and taken away from her. When they were gone, Harley covered her face with her hands, and walked back to the laundry room to get the real psychiatrist out.
Hen the guards locked the Joker back in his cell, his stood with his back to door and spat out the contents of his mouth. A small pair of keys and a note. He examined the keys. Five of them, like the kind that open prison doors. He unfolded the note, which was folded again and again into a small square no bigger than a thumbnail. He opened the scrap of paper which revealed some scrawled writing.
Tonight. 01:30 AM. Use the keys. In the laundry room, the last dryer, there is a guards uniform. I'll be waiting in a black van.
The Joker smiled to himself, and sat back against the wall. Then, the thought struck him. He had no way of telling the time. He grunted and threw himself down onto the bed, his head falling onto the pillow. He felt something hard underneath it; when he lifted it up to see; there was a small digital watch there. He smiled once more and shook his head in disbelief. Then he waited.
He woke up with a jolt, his eyes scanning the dark room. The Joker cursed to himself, he must have fallen asleep. Reaching under his pillow, he took out the watch and noted the time. He sighed with relief. One in the morning. He should better start moving. He looked out the small letter box shaped window in his door, and then quietly tried each key in the door until he found a match. He slowly and quietly opened the door and ran softly down the corridors. He cursed to himself again, telling himself he should have found out where every room was first.
He ran past the room where Harley gave him his ticket to escape and stopped when he came to a door. There was a small Joker card attached with sticky tape. He took the card and looked inside the room. The laundry room. Making a mental note to give Harley a big hug he looked in the machines for a uniform. Something caught his eye; another Joker card. He took it and opened the dryer, taking out the uniform. Quickly, he changed into it, noting how it was a perfect fit. Putting the Arkham inmate uniform in a pile of others, he pulled the cap down low over his face and placed the keys in his pocket, noting another note. He pulled it out and examined it. Directions to the main office for Arkham staff. Now he really had to give Harley a hug.
He walked down the corridors swiftly, swiping the security card attached to the guards' belt through the doors. He passed a few other Arkham staff as he walked, but none of them stopped to notice him. Or if they did recognise him, they didn't stop him. He made it to the main office, swiping the security card once more and walked past the staff there. Then, he was out the doors. He thought to himself how easy that was. He walked down the driveway and out of the gates. He stopped and searched for the black van, which he saw behind some bushes. Smiling once more, he walked up and opened the door to the passengers' seat.
"What took you?" Harley asked, not looking at him. Instead she took another sip of her Starbucks hot chocolate. The Joker fastened his seat belt and looked at her. He noted her new appearance; all red and black. Her hair, shoulder length was tied into high pigtails and dyed one side black, one side red. Her outfit, a high collar long sleeved mesh shirt, one side red and one black. She was held in at the waist with an under bust PVC corset, which was one side red and one side black. She wore short PVC shorts, which were also one side red and one side black. Her long, slender legs, one covered in a red stocking, the other in a black. Finishing off her outfit, was her platforms heels, again one red and one black.
"Nice outfit." The Joker told her. He licked his lips.
"Thank you. Wish I could say the same for you, however." Harley replied, letting out a small laugh.
"Yeah, well, they took my suit. And my knives. And my make up." Joker told her, he clenched his teeth in anger at the "they", who Harley assumed was the Arkham staff.
She looked at him, and he looked back at her. "They're in the back." Harley told him. She turned the van on finally and drove. There was silence for a while, except the sound of Harley occasionally sipping at her drink.
"Are you gonna share that?" The Joker asked her, his voice riddled with sarcasm.
"You don't like hot chocolate. I got you your favourite," She tapped at another drink in the cup holders, "Plain old coffee."
"So, why'd you break me out?" The Joker asked her, sipping at his coffee.
"Because if you weren't insane when they put you in there, another few weeks and you would have been. I couldn't let that happen now, could I?" Harley explained. She lowered her voice, and muttered, "Puddin'" She said it softly, but the Joker still heard it. He placed his hand on top of hers on the steering wheel. After a few more minutes of driving, Harley parked the van and stepped out, the Joker did also. He waited while she opened the back door of the van and took out a box; no doubt with his belongings in it. He walked by her side and took her hand. She led him up several flights of stairs, before stopped and walking down the corridor of a building of flats. She opened the door, and the Joker followed her.
There was a small couch in the middle of the room. Harley collapsed down onto it; the Joker sat down by her. He felt her starting to shake, and pulled her so that she was resting on his chest. After a while, her shakes turned into small, high pitched sobs. He could feel the wetness of her tears through his shirt. He rubbed her back softly.
"Sh, sh, it's okay now, it's alright," The Joker comforted her, resting his head on hers. After a while, her sobs stopped and she fell into a deep sleep, still resting on his chest, her arms wrapped round his neck. Soon after he fell asleep too. They stayed that way all night, sleeping softly, holding onto each other as if they would never let go again.
