Joker sat in his cell and stared at the ceiling. Of course he had heard that there was a new intern at Arkham. His "neighbor" in the cell next to him had informed him at lunch.
Twisting round so that he was on his stomach, the Jester banged the wall to alert said neighbor.
"Jonnie! Your not having a wank are you?" he queried
"You've never been tactful have you? Of course not!" the man in the cell answered
"Oh, well, how did you hear about the intern?" The Clown asked giggling
"Nigma. Obviously, God Joker, that man's a bigger gossip than Dr. Leland!"
A short silence was cut by a maniacal laugh from the world's most hated Jester
"Oh Jonnie you make me laugh! Well see ya at lunch my straw filled friend!"
Jonathon smiled to himself. Being friends with the Joker was something he had not expected to happen. It just kind of did. When he had first came to Arkham, the infamous Joker had hated him, to his very core, partly because Jonathon had been the Joker's psychiatrist. The hatred had resulted in broken ribs, nose and arm all on Jonathon's body, he never was very good at hand to hand combat. But out of the blue one day at lunch, one of the other inmates had taunted Jonathon and picked up his tray to hit him with it, and there was Joker, quick as lighting, the thug had a fork in his eye and that cemented the friendship it had seemed. And now the two were rather firm friends.
Joker sat up and waited for the new intern to arrive, because unlike normal employees, this unfortunate was being assigned to the "Rogues Gallery", basically where the most dangerous and famous criminals were kept. He hoped he would get a glimpse at the fool, before someone else killed him that is. He closed his eyes and listened, he could hear mumblings, shrieks and other strange noises, he grinned, showing his yellowing teeth, he was truly home, amongst the lunatics and freaks, societies lowest scum and a few genuine psychopaths. Yes this was where he could relate to his equals, well, mostly, they didn't understand his plan for Gotham and, perhaps, one day the world.
Amongst the noises, he heard an unfamiliar sound, especially in the "Rouges" Gallery, where - through no sexism, every employee was male – the click, click, click of female heels.
The Clown Prince of Crime raised one emerald eyebrow and sauntered over to the steel bars on his door, he scanned the floor and listened to the clicking grow louder. Dr. Leland stepped forward and swept her arm around showing the cells.
"Miss Quinzel this is where you will be working-" she began
"Call me Harley, everybody does!"