Alison: Christ, slow writer much.
Me: I had writers block! T_T
Alison: NO EXCUSE!
Me: Don't yell, I even added Buce in the story to make you happy...
Alison: THANK YOU! *hugs*
Me: Ah.. hahaha... Can you-
Alison: OK! Alex does not own Batman, only this story and her OC- ME!
Me: Good little OC ^^

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A week. I whole fucking week! Alison couldn't believe that a small hit on her forehead had left her out for that long; it seemed impossible, mostly because Alison had never experienced one for such a long period of time. Plus; being out of it for so long left her a little confused with times and date and it threw her regular sleep time off by hours; leaving her awake with Joker blabbing away at her- not that she ever payed attention to him but he didn't seem to care nonetheless.

"Does your head still hurt dearie?" Joker asked in a caring voice but Alison knew better than that. She had fallen for his fake sympathy once and it was humiliating, she had tried to brake down the glass wall with her fist after that but only ended up with a bruised knuckle. Alison pressed her head further into the padding of her cell corner. Of course it pained her forehead but it was really all that she could do to try and drown out the Joker's ever present voice. Joker was sitting on his cot with his back against the wall, he had been changed into a red Arkham uniform, the color the major crazies wore, unlike Alison who had orange. His greasepaint was now faintly visible on his face put still covered most of his features. She guessed that the didn't let him shower often. This thought always made her gag, he must stink...

Joker chuckled at Alison's shameful attempt to block him out. "C'mon, you can tell daddy all about how much it hurts." He snickered at her. Alison only pressed her face deeper into the padding, groaning as pain traveled through her nerves, making her shake some. He laughed. 'Jackass.' She swore mentally at him. His laughter calmed down a bit after a guard came down that hall and bated his stick onto the glass but he still chuckled quietly. After that had died down he looked across the hall into Alison's cell with, at first, a somewhat blank stare which slowly grew into a smirk.

"I recall you saying that you had some kind of love outside of this place, right?" Alison's small shaking stopped, but came back worse then before a few moments later. Joker raised a thin brow an chuckled to himself. He turned his head away and looked down at his nails, pretending to clean them.

"Well, I don't know if this means anything." He started. "I mean; I wasn't gonna tell you anyways." He laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "But I saw some man come down the hall with two of the guards and stopped at YOUR cell while you were in dreamland." Alison snapped her head away from the corner, falling onto her back in the process but quickly pulled herself onto her knees.

"Did he have brown hair? What was he wearing? Did they say anything?" Alison's questions come out like gunfire, so quick even Joker was taken back by her outburst but chuckled silently.

"Let's see." He tapped his chin like he was deep in thought as Alison remained on her knees. Suddenly; he snapped his fingers. "Now I got it. Brown hair," Alison's face brightened. "fancy designer suit I think," She smiled with hope. "and somewhat deep voice." Alison was about to squeal with joy!

"Oh, there was a woman with him."

Her heart sank.

"What?"

"A woman," He turned his head to her and tapped his ear. "Are you hearing impaired too, child?" He said rather loudly; once again, bringing the guard back to silence him. Alison quietly walked over to her cot and sat down on the side, not feeling tired at all, more so depressed. Joker said nothing more after that; feeling content with the outcome of his tale. Of course, everything he told her was true. Bruce did visit while she was unconscious and he was with a woman, but the woman was one of the doctors from the Asylum. It made Joker laugh some at how a girl's emotions can be so easily manipulated. Just like Harley, Alison would soon break.

Alison was finally sleeping in her cot; although she seemed very uncomfortable it was still sleep. Joker was still awake though; plotting ways to get to Alison. The last thing he wanted was another Hurley case running around him. Not only that but Alison and Harley might start fighting. It would be amusing, but could get in the way of all his future plans. He thought through her traits, her weaknesses. All that really came up was that she was emotionally unstable, had anger management, and seemed to have an obsession with this Bruce guy. Joker laid sprawled across his cot with his hands behind his head and was quietly humming a made up tune but was cut off by the sound of a door closing and a pair of feet walking down the hall. The noise grew louder as the person approached his cell. They suddenly stopped and Joker tilted his head to see the front of his cell. Standing in front of the glass wall with their back turned to him was a man in a dark suit, with the jacket off and hanging over their shoulders. Was the person looking in Alison's cell?

"You know," The person spun around as Joker started to wit up to face the turned person. "I heard it was impolite to stare at people." He grinned, it was on of the therapists. "Sleeping or not." He added. He looked down at his white shirt, there was a name tag clipped to his tie that read Dr. James Dotch. James grabbed at his tie and straightened it.

"If you must know this is my patient and I needed to check up on her, now if you excuse me I must be leaving." He turned to walk down the hall when Joker jumped off his bed suddenly. His mind hatched a brilliant idea! A way to get to Alison.

"I could help you with her doc, I talk to her a lot. As you can see," He widened his arms. "We are stuck across from each other and there is nothing to do but talk." James stopped and looked at Joker with a questionable look, he knew that Joker was known to trick people easily into getting them to release him or get them close enough to kill them. He continued to stand where he was, but faced the Joker. "If what you are saying is true, then tell me why she wont tell me anything." Joker almost laughed out loud at how serious his face was, oh this was going to be fun.

"Well, I don't know how to put this doc." He said as he rubbed the back of his head. "But I think you little patient has a crush on you." Jamey's mouth was ajar now with shock. Was this one of his sick jokes, Alison had told(well more yelled) that Bruce was her love and how when she got out she would marry him. After minutes of silence, Joker broke it with a small cackle.

"Shocked I see. Well, she told me that the reason why she wont say anything is because she is afraid that- and I quote, "that I love you will pop out" and that "I can't accept the fact that I am losing attraction to my Bruce"." He said the last part in a girly sugar coated voice that made Jame's hard face turn red. James coughed and pulled at his tie again, he wasn't sure if he was lying or it was the truth.

"Why are you helping me?" He asked; to make sure he really was helping. Joker lazily pointed over to Alison's sleeping figure.

"She is so depressed her doc and I know if you really try, you could make her better- maybe even get her well enough to leave early, hm?" He licked his bottom lip as James turned to head to look at Alison. James had to admit, he did hold a small liking to her for some odd reason and even though she had threatened him sometimes. He turned his head back to Joker and nodded.

"Thanks for your help." He said quickly and hurried down the hall and out a door. Joker stifled a loud laugh as he climbed back into his cot, this time going under the blanket. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling and smirked as he let out a giggle as he quietly said to himself,

"Dead man walking."

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Me: YAY I AM HAPPY!
Alison: Well I'm not....
Me: Why?
Alison: My Bruce left me for a whore! D:
Joker: heheheh
Me: -.-
Alison: Waa
Me: Well, in the next chapter there will be some killing
Patchwork: BLOOD!!!
Me: .... I don't think that killing will have blood but I will try to add it in...
Patchwork: R+R= MORE BLOOD!
Me: .... yeah.... what she said...

((Note to self: Don't let Emma review my stories with my account))