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-Sailor
My head was throbbing when I eventually came out of my unconscious state. A light buzzed over my head occasionally plunging me into darkness for a few seconds at a time which only added to my headache. My head pulsed and I could feel a trickle of blood down the side of my face. I tried to move my hands but found they were bound to the arms of the old, rickety chair I was strapped to. I moaned and let my head loll back and a striking pain ran up my neck while I winced in pain.
"So…you're a cop." I heard from all corners of the room.
My eyes snapped open and I looked frantically around the room but couldn't find the person.
"I'm not" I said quietly.
Then there was silence for a while. But alarm bells were going off in my head and I couldn't sit still. I could feel my blood rushing through my body as I scanned the room over and over looking for any possible exit I could use once I've figured out a way of escaping the chair I was lashed to.
"I gotta say, I love watching you squirm baby"
"Where the fuck are you?"
"Right here" he giggled appearing at the door beside me.
He strode over and leaned on the arms of the chair tipping it back on 2 legs.
"You're a fucking cop…I don't know how I didn't see this coming! You're a fucking cop!"
"Actually…"
"Actually! Actually you're a fucking rat!" he roared.
"I'm not I swear! Do you think I would have killed that doctor just for a promotion?"
"I don't know"
"Why do you think I'm a cop?"
"I was tipped off"
"By who?"
If I could just plant one seed of doubt in his mind, I could work off that…
"Why does it matter by who?" he roared.
"Coz I want to know who thinks I'm with the filth"
He examined his fingers contemplating whether or not to answer.
"It was Two-Face" he scoffed.
"And you're going to believe Two-Face?" I chortled.
"He said he recognises you from the many police gatherings he was at before the…unpleasantness" referring to horrible accident with his face I'm assuming.
"Nah that wasn't me, sure I was a college student before this and when I wasn't in class I was out drinking. I've never been at a police gathering. C'mon Mr J you know that wasn't me" I smiled. He looked at me as if torn between whether or not to trust me, well trust me as much as the Joker can trust a person.
"I mean, think about it of course he's out to get to me! He and the Riddler have had it out for me since the start! And I think it's coz they're jealous of you and your brilliance…and they don't want you to take over the asylum coz they want a shot and they know you'd succeed."
"Hmm…."
He suddenly pulled a mirror out of his pocket and stared at himself. "That is true…I am quite brilliant"
"I know you are"
"But that still doesn't convince me you're not a cop!"
"Ok think about this then. You probably own t shirts that are older than me, how am I gonna be a cop and a student. And why would Gordon put me on such a high risk job instead of someone who could handle it."
He tapped his chin, pacing up and down in front of me. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and took all my will to stop them falling which could arouse suspicion.
He was silent for what seemed like hours.
"Ok…I'll let you live but only because I've never had someone in my gang with such a nice rump before" I couldn't believe it; my arse got me out of it, even though I always thought it was too big, phew! "O by the way, nice Shakespeare quote on your right cheek" he winked. "How…" I began but then I figured I didn't even want to know.
"'Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.' I like it" he smiled while slashing the ropes around my ankles.
I got up from the chair, relieved but my heart still pounding in my chest. He towered over me and pulled out a knife holding it to my throat.
"But if I hear any more business about you, you'll find yourself buried in a hollow grave in Ivy's garden" he growled.
I nodded feverously, hoping he would let me go.
"Ok, let's go" he pulled my arm to walk along with him through the door. He put me back in my cell and he crept back into his, only saying "Night toots"
Surprisingly, things went back to normal pretty fast. No one seemed to realise I was gone from my cell for a long period of time and that the Joker may have had anything to do with it. Although I suspected it was all a show and that he really was keeping a close eye on me. No sudden movements or mistakes were to be made. The Joker didn't talk to me all that much except for a few run-ins at breakfast and in the library. The trail on this big plan to take over Arkham went cold. The Joker stopped talking about it at least with me. Gordon would call from time to time but I had nothing new to tell him except about the whole horrible threat to kill me incident, which he noted. I kept my head down and the inmates seem to be more tolerable of me. I think they realised that surely I wouldn't be in this long if it was actually Gordon trying to get a rat into the Joker's organisation.
I was actually getting used to living in Arkham, which was scary to even contemplate. I got used to the guards, their changes, what time they come to take us out for breakfast and rec time. Everything fit into a nice routine. So you can imagine my startle when one evening, I would guess around seven, I noticed the guards coming and taking us out of our cells. This was odd. I looked over at the Joker who just licked his lips and made a very inappropriate hand gesture towards his mouth. The guard then came and opened my cell.
"Hey what's going on?"
"It's time to decorate the tree!" beamed Croc walking in front of my cell.
"The tree?"
"Yea, it's Christmas, did they not have Christmas in your fancy college" snapped the guard.
"It's nearly Christmas?" it was hard to tell in this place and I didn't realise I had been there so long.
"Yea….well if you don't want to you can sit in here"
"No, no I like decorating the tree" I smiled.
I walked along with the other inmates, some were very excited, and other's not so much. Ivy, as you can imagine, was disgusted at the idea of cutting down a poor, defenceless, innocent, intelligent (her words) tree and whoring it up with shiny balls and tinsel, making it look cheap and destroying it's natural beauty. Everyone is entitled to their opinion I suppose. We walked into the rec room and there stood a huge tree, plain waiting for the inmates to decorate it. Boxes were scattered containing decorations I'd imagine and other Christmas knick knacks. Some of the less interested inmates sat and watched television while the ones who obviously loved Christmas started sorting through the boxes. Harley bounced around and the Joker actually joined in with the festive cheer, although occasionally he would take the lamb from the crib with half its painted scratched off and refer it to as Harvey the second. He was less than impressed. Croc was having a blast and started throwing tinsel on the tree where no one else could reach, laughing while doing so.
"I love Christmas! Do you like Christmas Butcher?" mumbled Croc as he placed a Santa hat on his head, which he had retrieved from the dusty box marked 'inmate's hats'.
"I do Croc, when I was at boarding school we got to decorate the tree we put in the common room, it was kinda like this, except nothing like it"
He looked a tad confused but that went when he shook his head. "What's boarding school?" he said picking up tinsel and wrapping it around his neck like a scarf.
"It's for snotty little rich kids" laughed the Joker, who was teasing Ivy by ripping off the pine needles from the tree.
"No it's not, Croc it's just a school where I got to sleep over, like here"
"Wow…and you had Christmas?" he beamed.
"We sure did" I smiled.
This was a weird conversation.
"Yes and here she learned the basic techniques for when she'd suck off her lecturers in college" the Joker giggled.
"Did you do that Little B? Croc think's that's bad" Croc sighed.
"No I didn't Croc, don't listen to him, he just wishes I'd do that to him"
"Well maybe my Christmas wish will come true, eh Crocie?" laughed the Joker. Croc laughed along with him although I don't think he quite got the joke.
