Author's Note:

Just to give you a little insight, every third chapter will be written from our lovely Lady Joker's point of view just to see what's going through her head too. Again, thank you all so much for reading, it really means the world to me!

~ King Noodle

Joker's P.O.V.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Deep in the belly of the asylum, a lone figure sat in her cell, straightjacket fixed tightly around her slim body. An innumerable amount of things flew through her head at any given moment, a raging storm bellowing through her skull. The voices never ceasing, a cacophony of chaos. The result of a superior mind, she thought with a chuckle. Suddenly becoming bored with trying to entertain every new thought that entered her conscious, she stood - with expected difficulty, this straightjacket really was unnecessary - and crossed over to the clear glass door.

"Hello?" she sang, a bright smile on her features, hoping to grab the attention of someone, anyone. She just needed someone to toy with until she could resume her favorite game.

When only silence responded, a frown settled on her face, her eyebrows knit together in disappointment. Someone almost always come down to check on the Clown Queen, to see what she could possibly be up to now.

"You know, I'm feeling quite bored down here. Isn't it your job to make sure I feel comfortable as I can at all times? I'd hate to have you relieved from your positions due to unsatisfactorily meeting your requirements," she spoke, leaning one shoulder against the glass and peering out into the hallway to see if anyone has finally come along.

Sighing in disgust once realizing no one was coming, she let the torrent of thoughts take her attention once again. There must be some way to get someone to come down, one voice mused. My cell is always under surveillance, they're watching me right now. She glanced up at the wall across from her cell. She almost immediately spied the poorly concealed camera lense pointed directly at her.

"Yoo-hoo!" she smiled, pressing her face against the clear door, staring unblinking at the camera. Might as well unnerve them while I'm at it. More fun when they're on edge. Heh.

Waiting a few moments, she looked down both ends of the hallway, expecting to see one of the brutish guards coming to see what she wanted. But still, no one. How rude.

"Looks like someone isn't doing their job up to standard," another voice offered.

"Looks like we're going to have to resort to other measures to get some attention around here," a third voice muttered angrily.

Stalking away from the door of her cell, she made the few steps it took to reach the far wall. She waited a few more moments, and then without considering any alternatives, she spun and charged full speed at the wall of glass. Her nose collided first, she felt it give way underneath the sudden impact. Falling backwards from the sheer force of it, she landed on the hard concrete, her head thudding off of the ground.

"Tickles!" she giggled, before exploding into full blown laughter and kicking her feet up into the air.

As she laughed, she felt her warm blood flow across her pale skin. Two trails snaked from either nostril, curling downward into her smile, expanding it even more. Oh, what she would do to see how she looked right now! Downright absolutely perfect!

And then she heard it, the sound of boots stamping down the hall towards her. Scrambling to her knees, she pressed her face against the glass once more, a crazed look in her eyes as the smile stayed permanently fixed to her face. Still giggling, she watched as the three guards approached her cell, happy to see the fruits of her efforts.

"Ah, finally! My knights in shining armour to rescue me from this mind numbing boredom!" she laughed, pushing herself to her feet, "Where to next? A stop by the infirmary? A quick run into the bathrooms? Or off to a date with the handsome doctor!"

"Yeah, let's go see that doctor!" the first voice agreed.

Ignoring her as if she hadn't said anything, one guard stepped forward and proceeded to punch in the correct code to unlock her cell. With a puff of air, the door slowly rose, her smile becoming more sinister the higher it went. Without wasting a second, two guards were on either side of her, the third following close behind.

"So where to today? It's not polite to take a lady somewhere without telling her first," she said, gazing up at the guard on her right. But she received no answer in return, so she turned to the guard on her left. "What? New rule, you can't talk to the patients anymore? Well, at least that saves me the earful of having to listen to you imbeciles tell me I am "the scum of the earth". That's the real problem right there, taking care of the crazies whenever you're no better than us."

"Shut up," the guard behind her spat.

"That one's probably the one we woke up from his nap."

"Ah, so you do speak! They haven't cut out your vocal chords yet! Means more fun for me then," she giggled as the four of them turn a corner.

Recognizing the hallway, she figured out that they were taking her down to the infirmary to get checked out. But that means that they'll have to go by the lovely doctor's office. If she has any luck, he'll see her in the condition that she's in and be sent straight into a tizzy over it!

"Let's see what trouble we can stir up!"

Seeing the door of her doctor's office, she decided to take the opportunity while she could. Sticking one foot in front of the other, she effectively tripped herself, bringing down at least one guard with her. Since she was still in the straightjacket, she had no way to brace herself, her shoulder taking the brunt of the fall and causing all of the oxygen to be pushed from her lungs.

As she lay on the floor, struggling to bring air back inside of her chest, she saw what she was hoping for. Her devoted little toy sprinting down the hallway towards the fallen bodies, a look of pure horror etched upon his features. Reaching her, he bent down and picked her up into his arms, his eyes wide with fear.

"What… what did they do to you…?" he whispered softly, his eyes searching her face for any other signs of damage aside from the blood that still slowly trickled from her nose, aggravated again from the fall.

Contorting her face, she began breathing heavily, stuttering, "T-they hit me, doctor. They j-just dragged me out of my c-cell and started h-hitting. I don't even k-know what I did. S-stop them, doctor…"

As she spoke, she watched as several emotions flashed across his features. From concern to anger to pure rage, all flickering across his face in a matter of seconds. Then, with her still safely protected in his grip, his head snapped up, his eyes burning holes through the skulls of the guards that had been accompanying her.

His lips curved downward into a deep frown. "What the hell do you think you are doing? Did your buddy not pass along to you that I will not stand for the mistreatment of my patients?"

The guards stammered in response, surprised by the sudden turn of events. But then one came to his senses, reaching forward and pulling her from the doctor's hold. The others followed in suit, taking up their positions once more.

"Watch the footage, Doctor Quinzel," one guard said, irritated with having to deal with her for the upteenth time, "You'll see who's right."

Dragging her down the hall again, she looked back at him over her shoulder. He may see that she was the one that ran into the glass, but he'll never know if it was them that tripped her or not.

"We still have him wrapped around our finger."