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Ch. 2; How It Works
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Arkham Asylum
November 28, 06:33pm EDT
Joker arrived back into his cell with yet another shove from that damn officer; brushing off the putrid smell that stifled the air of Arkham which distinctly suggested that of a rotting corpse. He growled venomously before venturing further into the square room of bricks while muttering words of anger and murder; pulling back his arms and easily unlatching the buckles of his jacket. Strange was always so persistent on finding the 'quirk' in his mind…and he never once found what he was looking for in any of his two hundred-sixty-four sessions with the clown. A smile or triumph and humor firmly placed itself upon his lips as the door slammed, and the sudden echo of vacancy rang throughout his room of solitary confinement. His head shot over to the crack in the wall; glaring at it for a minute before slowly making his way towards the only means of communication.
"Girly~…let's play a game…" He knocked on the brick wall as if it were the door of her home; looking through the crack and seeing her drawing on the walls with the chalk like before. He couldn't see enough of the wall to figure the picture, but honestly he could give less of a shit about her artwork…he wanted out…now. Jay turned her head towards the crack; viewing the wall and listening as his voice echoed slightly. He was definitely sick…in the mental way rather than the ill way.
"…"
"You said you could get me out of here?"
His voice was sarcastically suggestive…seeming cold.
"I believe so…you have a window in your cell door, right?" He raised a brow of slight disbelief at what he found to be her idiocy as she dropped the chalk onto the floor; listening to the white and dusty writing utensil shatter against the concrete of her cell.
"One the size of your tiny brain." He muttered with a glare and a gloomed smirk while leaning away from the wall. He turned around; acting like an ignorant child who had not gotten his way.
"Yes I can." It was strange really…how she managed to magically fucking appear in his cell without warning or even a full minute to end their conversation. Joker glanced over his shoulder with narrowed eyes and a smug smile of deviation as she grasped the bars of the 2x10 inch slot. Her body reformed from a silent wave of gold-colored dust; seeming almost miraculous.
"Super powers? I just thought that golden glow meant you were a freak…" He cackled heavily and wiped away a fake tear from his eye as if watching comedy. Jayla scoffed silently in the back of her head as she took a closer look at her new 'friend'. He was a slender man with above average height and a wicked expression. His choppy and mop-cut bangs were dyed a deep green, and his skin was painted a pale white; making his red colored smile stand out even more. Where he had received the utensils to re-do the procedure of makeup application she would probably never know, and honestly she really didn't want to.
"I'll go through the window and I'll unlock your door, and then you're your own problem….On one condition."
"Hmm? You can't just set a good man free?" He chuckled as the words literally hissed past his lips.
"Kill everyone in Gotham…and go on from there." He froze…finding her request a bit unexpected along with overbearing, but he simply nodded with the usual smile growing over his features. He liked this little girl…she had spunk. He still had no clue what her exact power was…until she again, magically fucking turned into dust and sparkled her depressing ass through the small barred window. The door shook for a moment; giving off unusual sounds just before it swung open as if awaiting a king. Jayla leaned against the wall in exhaustion, almost completely out of breath from such a painful process of ripping her body into minuscule particles of dust and shredding the metal locking unit of a door with said body-dust. Her eyes became red as they watered and her limbs weak and shaky as she gave an effort to stand. The last of her hand became solid, allowing her attention to focus on Joker who had already sprinted down the hall with no word of thanks.
It was expected.
Her bare feet tapped lightly against the floor as she began running; speeding past doors and blank walls before finally finding a window. She had never seriously attempted escape…and she had never believed it to be so easy. She stood at the edge of the barred window; finding herself thin enough to slip between the metal columns rather than turn to dust like before. Her breathing was heavy, and for a moment she wondered how exactly Joker would escape…but she was sure he would. He was the Joker…he always escaped.
Gotham City Streets
December 2, 02:15pm EDT
Pursed lips let out a happy sigh as she stepped back from the man who was leaned against the wall. She placed the gun back into the breast pocket of her leather jacket, and pulled the fuzzy hood over her head even as the snow fall began to cease. She looked around the alley she stood in; finding the cloud cover making it more eerie than thought possible, and that distinctive whiff of putrefaction making her stomach turn as it tainted the musty air. A thin red stream of blood melted the layers of soft ice on the floor while she began walking away from his newly made corpse. He had looked at her funny, and then he had approached her with vile intentions…she hated that.
"Hey, Sparkles! I didn't think you had gotten out!" She jumped from surprise; aiming her gun towards the all-to-familiar voice as his is smug smile and wide spread arms acted as if welcoming, but she simply tightened her grip on the metal weapon and took a step back. He laughed aloud at her anxiety, seeing her agitation become almost palpable as she set a curled finger to the trigger. Another woman, clad in red and black, stood beside him, hugging her black military-styled jacket closer to her body…frowning in comparison to his own upturned lips.
"Joker…we had a deal. You haven't done anything yet!" Her accusation sounded cold as she confronted him, and yet he gave not a single shiver to her words nor the freezing weather that cracked her skin mildly. He inspected her further, taking note of her new hair style of a high pony-tail and nicer clothes compared to the bland and boring straightjacket. Her stern-set expression clashed with his own smile of mirth, and her frown easily told him there would be no humored audience which he usually figured. Yet, it did not put him off…not one bit.
"Done what? All this takes time, money…and people." His tone was drowned in darkly eerie suggestion and insinuation as he walked closer acting bored; flipping open his pocket knife and scraping the edges against the hard callus of his pale thumb.
"I just watch the show, I don't perform." He looked over to dead man sitting in the snow with his back against the alley wall; a long smudge of blood trailing down the wall to his body where it had dragged the liquid over the bricks. Joker raised a green colored brow in obvious question at the scene of murder, still holding his trademark smile.
She simply shrugged as her frown darkened.
"Stick around; it would be an absolute pleasure to have you aboard our…loony-train." His smile spread wider as he pressed his thumb further against the cold metal of his pocketknife; still drawing no blood. Harley Quinn approached, a look of annoyed caution plastered on her pretty features which hid behind the black mask she glowered through. She didn't like this girl…mainly because she was a girl…and Joker was talking to her, but that was a natural reaction for a woman who was so dearly in love with a man that would leave her on the train tracks to save his own skin. She couldn't help it…that was who she became. Dr. Harleen Quinzel was forever Harley Quinn.
That's how it worked.
"Like I said…I don't perform."
"Oh please…you and I both know that you're further into this pit of deranged psychosis than the average idiot. You're a mad-man err…wo-man…who probably hates the world just like the rest of us 'crazies'." She could clearly sense the humored interest behind his voice; echoing slightly in the alley as she contemplated over what could possibly be labeled as a dire consequence to her reckless and irresponsible decision. Hazel eyes looked to the pocket knife being held towards her unthreateningly.
He currently posed no threat at all, but only because he hadn't wanted to.
"No-"
"-Why? I'm sure you hate everyone for what they did to you…especially what they accused you of…" His arms were spread wide as if gesturing to the entire city, but his voice was full of false pity and dread as the smirk that lay so evident on his painted lips stood crudely without falter.
"H-How…how did you know about that?" Her tone rose, and Harley nearly flinched at the unnecessary commotion the girl was causing. Even so, she stayed silent; remaining loyal to her 'Mr. J' and obeying his request of her silence.
"A little research never hurts…and there are really no secrets between inmates at Arkham. Scarecrow really had a lot to say…even in solitary confinement! But still…wouldn't you want to rid the world of these people posed as meager pestilence, and silence every last idiot in this urban cesspool! Wouldn't you? These people tore you apart…throwing around that lie of a headline in the local paper about your insanity and desecration of your own family. Don't these people just…disgust you?" His toothy grin spread further and further over his face as he continued imagining how perfect and pretty Gotham would appear with blood-paved streets and dead corpses hanging from the buildings and traffic lights. All the windows shattered, and everyone laughing as the weak and stupid suffered from torture. The vision was his personal definition of erotic.
It was exquisite.
"I-…how…I didn't kill them. He did…that bastard Jonathan Crane!"
"Then do what those stupid heroes would do…'avenge' them…Jayla, is it?" He coughed out a dry laugh while spinning the small pocket knife in his fingers. His mocking tone echoed in the alley…yet no one around had even dared go into the small space that seemed darker than usual.
Jayla took in a deep breath of patience, finding his encouraging words almost intoxication as if he were a cult leader. Yet she had to admit…he was transcendently clever in his own sense…and she had a strong feeling that his mischievous and disturbed mind is what kept him alive. The talk of her parents made her anger burn, and caused the once dormant thoughts of her scarred mind come to surface at the memory of their deaths. Her heart clenched for a moment…finding it hard to trust a man whose very breath reeked of corruption and chaos. Yet…he could relieve her of what her mind was aching for…the release of all souls…those innocent and guilty. He could unintentionally find her peace among blood.
"Fine. As long as you demolish Gotham." She buried her hands into the warmth of her pockets; awaiting the next word of sarcasm to spew from his mouth.
"Great…welcome to the family!" His uncontrolled cackles were thrown into the air from his lungs, catching Harley's attention as she poked the leg of the dead man with the toe of her red boot. How had no one heard the gun shot that so obviously twisted itself into his heart go off? The psychiatrist forced a small smirk of false approval onto her lips; feeling annoyed with this little girl as she skipped into their fucked-up home as if she'd belonged there.
"What 'family'?" Her icy attitude proclaimed the buried anger she felt in the situation as she scoffed out the inquired remark…it wasn't her job to murder everyone…It was his.
Again…like everything else…that's how it worked.
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My mother was a devoted scientist…and my father was her psychologist. That's how they met.
FLASHBACK
IRDC (Institution of Research Devoted to a Cure)
May 14, 08:20am EST
"Are you sure, Jayla?"
"Mom, I want to help." Jayla looked up at her worried mother; watching as the blue eyed woman pressed the buttons on the complicated machine with furrowed brows and a look of sympathy. The younger currently lay on a solid metal cot, one that slowly pulled her into a contraption which resembled an MRI scanner. It was white…and the blinding lights on the roof of the inner walls were painfully bright as her hazel eyes came into contact with the rays. Jay winced slightly; constantly reminding herself to keep still while inside the machine. It was supposed to help her…to save her life. Her mother had built it herself, and had yet to test it on anyone willing.
Her own daughter was the first.
"I know…" She could barely hear the comment before the door to the small machine locked shut beneath her feet, and everything around her changed. The feeling of the air felt thicker, and a harsh sensation of what the little girl could only describe as needles pricked at her skin erupted from all angles. Her breathing became quick, and her muscles tensed as a thick wave of radiation was sent into her body. Then…she felt nothing…and utter surprise which made her question whether or not she was still living. Her words caught in her throat…and the vision of white lights she had once been facing seemed to shatter as unconsciousness consumed her frail body of eleven years.
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ST. JUDE HOSPITAL RECORD
Name; Jayla S. Trick
Age: 11
DOB: July 7th
Current Residence: Star City, CA.
Address; 1417 Hunter Dr.
Contact Info; N/A
Date Submitted: August 13th
Current Condition: Terminal Cancer Patient (Dire)
Estimated Time to Live: Two Weeks
Parental Guardians: Savannah M. Trick (mother) Justin D. Trick(father)
Current Doctor: Dr. Savannah M. Trick
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"Oh my god…what did I do to my baby?" The constant sobs of her mother echoed throughout the lab as she broke down from her own fault. The thin layer of dust that was spread across the metal cot became visible as Savannah shakily pressed the buttons on the machine; forcing out the remains of what she could see was her daughter. Her assistant, Ariana Malina, ran up…her gloved hands clasping quickly over her gaping mouth in shock at what the supposed 'cure' had done. Savannah buried her face into her hands…hiding her guilt-ridden tears.
"The pain…is gone…" Her head shot back up; watching as the gold-colored dust was forced back together and created a familiar form of burgundy hair and hazel eyes. Her words became dry within her throat; nearly choking the poor woman of 38 years as her daughter sat up…and smiled.
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The radiation used to destroy the cancer and cure me also tore apart my body…leaving behind small molecules of what appeared to be dust. The operation was never used again, and my mother was fired for reckless use of radiation.
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FLASHBACK END
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